How to Gag a Maggot - We All Fall Down lyrics

Lalalalala, lalalalalalala, lalalalalalala
Lalalalalala help me (Help me)
I beg of you, can you help me?

Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Ashes to ashes
Bloodbath through this bad shit (Woo)
How to Gag a Maggot is back bitch, god damnit
(Ha ha ha) gordy down from the attic
(yeah) , I came up from the basement (What?)
It's American History X mixed
With Adele chasing pavements
I take it you were looking to
Us to make you famous (Awe)
Like smear your blood on our faces
Pop some molly and stay lit (Woo)
Like glow sticks on some rave shit
I dare you to play this (yeah)
When your mom breaks in screaming
(Ahh) go ahead and explain it
See the ones calling us faggots
Are probably the gayest (Faggot)
Like altar boy rapists
All in their feels cause we made it (Awe)
And they couldn’t sustain it (Nope)
Shit they couldn't obtain it (Nope)
So they troll and that shows they
Left a stain with they penis (yeah)
The horror genre was dying
(Awe) so Vader and I saved it (yeah)
We named it then we raised it
Chopped it up and then ate it (No)
Hold up Gordy (Hold up)
Just look at what we've created
Beyond satanists
We are How to Gag a Maggot (Maggot)

Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Yes, sick visions of sixty humans (Uh, huh)
Sticking fists deep into them (Uh, huh)
Witnessing Whitney Houston sinking deep
Into that bathtub (Bathtub)
While we’re all listening to Whitney's music
(Yes) pull her back up and try to
Give her a back rub
This shit's confusing (What?)
Dead celebrities flesh tastes so heavenly
Just ate
But steadily eating the witness chitlins
Let me stop it, bobby ain't gon' like this
(Bobby ain't gon' like this)
This was his wife he got high with
Shoulda died with (Woo)
They love was priceless
Man I wish I sold dope to both of 'em
I’m loaded son, I’m rich goodbye bitch
I love talking to her dead body
(Her dead body) she's so skinny
All them drugs that made her head sloppy
(Her head sloppy) piss on my Whitney
I’m taking all these drugs for ya
(Drugs for ya)
Come see me Whitney I'm saving
All my love for ya (yeah)
Oh this is silly
Can't be in love with a dead singer (Why?)
Fuck it, dig her up
Both of us going on Jerry Springer
(Ha ha haha)

Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down