metal, Hip Hop Neon Anesthetics
Bodies

Two cold bodies on the back porch
Drinking all my whiskey
Even though they won't get tipsy
The assholes were always this way
Even before I shut them away
Four hundred full days
In the bunker
I wanted them to suffer
But much to my surprise
Neither Timmy nor Hank made it out of there alive
But they didn't have the courtesy to all the way die
They won't leave
I even said please

Laughing it up at my expense
Much to my dismay
Now I always have to deal with smelling the decay
They are always partying
And have over their friends
How can I get laid with all these corpses in my den?

Every last thing in the fridge has maggots
I've fucking had it
That’s the last straw
I’ll fucking whack ‘em
But it didn’t work the first time
My plan is shoddy
Shit I don't know
Guess I better call somebody
Luckily I think I know a guy
Met him last fourth of July
When we split a piece of apple pie
He does this for a living
I just hope he takes them still breathing
If he doesn’t I’m leaving