Lyrics - Verse 1

This is the plot for a snuff film./

Your bones with my clay will make magic in my kiln./

There's nothing like brand new art,/

Especially when it's made from a body torn apart./

Ceramics is my specialty. I don't mind painting./

I'm Jackson Pollock with the canvas as the blood's raining./

Distorted reality, not a bad dream./

All my victims, it's time for you to scream

Verse 2

I'm gonna blow your head off. You're going down./

You're getting it since you wanna clown around./

All this hating equals to more time you're wasting./

You might as well sharpen the machete of Jason./

Fear crawls in your skin, and your heart is racing./

You want the man upstairs, but you're stuck in my basement./

No forgiveness. You're guilty of all charges./

You're getting euthanized since you barked like you're the hardest./

Verse 3

This is the plot for a snuff film./

Your bones with my clay will make magic in my kiln./

There's nothing like brand new art,/

Especially when it's made from a body torn apart./

Ceramics is my specialty. I don't mind painting./

I'm Jackson Pollock with the canvas as the blood's raining./

Distorted reality, not a bad dream./

All my victims, it's time for you to scream