Madchild, Tom MacDonald - Skit I lyrics

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?