[Verse: Tom MacDonald & MadChild]
Clean enough brains
[?], that one
Clean enough brains
Chopping off hands
Clean enough brains
Cutting off arms
Dude
What?
Stop sweeping the shell casings through the blood puddles, you're just smearing brains and blood everywhere
Bro, I know what the fuck I’m doing, man, this is my first rodeo, pass me [?] those towels right there and cut, start cutting that rug
You know I-I-I would start cutting that rug, but somebody lost every single fucking knife in the house
Who? Me?
When we ran outta ammo and a gunfight turned into a sword fight
What's this?
So if I had a knife
What's this?
[?] if I had anything, I’d start cutting that fucking rug
Does this not look like fucking knife?
No, Maddie, that doesn't look like a fucking knife, that looks like a fucking spatula. So unless you're gonna start prying people's eyeballs outta their head, flipping 'em around the fucking room, that's not gonna cut the carpet
Listen, man. This is a fucking... Why do I have a spatula?