[Chorus]
That fur hat is dope, G-mo you a boss
And that new trench coat, that sh** is stupid raw
Where they sell those at? How much do it cost?
b**h my whole f**ing outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth.)
b**h my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
(Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth?!) Human cloth! (Human cloth!)
b**h my outfit is made out of Human Cloth!
[Verse 1]
Lit
b**h my outfit is made of dead people, Dressed to k**, fresh to d**h, make your chicken head leave you
That Gucci belt make you think our bread equal, you must be retarded, they let the Special Ed teach you
I get shipments in packages from the Philippines human traffic 'em and then I put them traps on the guillotine
Draw the flesh from the bones on a silk machine, use it to sew a pair of jeans I'm finna stitch the seams
You a bum, we don't shop at the same Macy's, them tight clothes got you looking like Wayne Brady
I'm Wayne Gacy and my leather face game crazy, this ain't Louis Vuitton this a white b**h named Stacy
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I got my outfit from the deep web, you n***as still run around rocking cheap threads
I'm steeping out with new clothes every week man, when I need a new wardrobe I leave ya peeps dead
What's your nationality, that's what I'm askin', b**h said she was Alaskan, I want that skin
Brought her back to my cabin, started stabbin', she wore VANS so she died in the worse fashion
I shop at graveyards because I rock cadavers, a lot of rappers think they fresh but they not as dapper
I pull up on a flock of b**hes n***a watch them gather, tell that n***a Sway he ain't got the answers (You ain't got the answers, Sway!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
b**h my outfit is a hundred percent h*mosapien, he was h*mos**ual so I strangled him
Brought the flesh back to my basement so I can tailor it, make it fit now when I'm on stage I'm looking dangerous
I shanked the n***a in his neck and he bled slowly, now I'm in your area wearing your dead homie
I rock it at the n***as funeral get up and speak "He was a good man, but my outfit is f**ing sweet."
You n***as know what I do with a meat cleaver, butcher knives, chainsaws, pitchforks, and weed eaters?
f** your hand me down prada and them weak sneakers, my closet looking like a deep freezer
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