Body Parts - CES Cru

Pop the lock box swingin' the sledge

My freezer full of body parts:

Legs, arms and heads

I keep the intestines in bottles right up under my bed

A batch of bladders bottled up in the shed

I chuckled and said

«Steven keep it cool and come walking in my direction

Nothing personal, I need your intestines for my collection»

Fetching for a serial killer

But not fo' rilla

No protection when I’m snatching your bladder like it was thriller

Pounced on him like a gorilla

Then vertically flipped the butterfly knife

Covered his mouth, turned him over, stabbed him in the back twice

Now in a pity the blood is starting to come out of his body

Plus the front door is unlocked and the lights are still on in the lobby

Somebody’s home, drag the body knocked over the phone

With a Collie growling at the gate that won’t leave me alone

See I realised the mess I made dragging him out the trunk

Plus I’m too faded to operate then cleaned it all up

Visual Shutdown

Stitch with a serial killer shuts down

Killing Steven because there wasn’t no sluts 'round

Dragging a 365 pound carcass around

Not suspected just because I ain’t the weirdest in town

I was making the nightly rounds in my dusty police cruiser

Working the graveyard, alcoholic abuser

Kahlua in my coffee

Box of donuts on the dash

Creepin' at 15 miles an hour with a limp foot on the gas

Passing by dark houses its lights out, its looking quiet

A burst of a barking dog in the night

Breaking the silence

I put on my front lights and my brights

Straining my eyes trying to find a sign of violence

With an anxious pain in my privates

I spied it-

What looked to be a Collie on a leash

On the other side of the gate with red stains on its feet

Hopping out of the cruiser

Approaching the place with gun drawn

Danger was inherent but upon me it doesn’t dawn

So I stumbled along the lawn trying to be cautious

Shaking my head to get sober

The blood’s making me nauseous

Swallowing hard, scared

Following bloody paw prints

Knowing that the killer was close in my subconscious

I heard some footsteps

Either the dead is walking or the gig’s up

I heard something inside the house

Its time for my pace to pick up

Blood on the patio for that little Collie to lick up

I put my gun in the holster started picking my night stick up

Too much evidence

Its evident I’m not alone in residence

So I expose the blade again except without the hesitance

So who’s there

Answer or I’m coming out and stabbin'

Put your hand up and weapons down

This is officer Gavin of the KC police

We’ve got the property surrounded

Shit I don’t believe in that when no sirens have even sounded

Got a running start at the house

And put my shoulder to the door

I broke the hinges, lost my balance

Dropped my night stick on the floor

It made a splash

Focused on the horror scene before me

Feeling this real life not a Stephen King story

I felt the knife hot in my back

He must have stabbed me from behind

And then again in the same spot but much harder this time

I’m giving in

He’s twisting it

Scraping against my spine

Blood running down my sides

Body parts (Body parts)