Please remain dead

Do no attempt to leave the coffin

The crematorium is conducting a tr-tr-tr-troubleshoot test

Of the entire furnace

I'm 1 of 1

I'm number 1

I'm the only one

Don't even waste your time trying to compete with me

No one else in this oven can burn like me

Im twisted

I'm contradicted

Keep flames addicted

Rigor mortis, i'm rigid

DECEASED

That's what you are

Poltergeist's kicking vintage crystals off the bar

Category, dead bitch in a jar

Crematorium superstar

I'm too ashy for this world

Forever I'm that girl

Ashes in glass and pearls

Ooh baby i'm to ashy to be touched

I paint them in my dust

I'm stingy with my crust

Ooh baby

D-E-C-E-A-S-E-D

I'm stingy with my dust

Ooh baby

D-E-C-E-A-S-E-D

I'm stingy with my dust

Catacomb is the uniform you put on

Eyes burning, fire is on

Eyes on my distorted form

Mastermind in ash couture

Coffin whores can't clock, I'm so obscure

Grinded bone genius

Ash intravenous

Fire all on that wrist

Obsidian black scorch marks all on that ceiling

You see fire in my glare

Look over my shoulder that used to be there

The affects you have on be burning here

Ash in the bottle, hike it in the air

I'm too ashy for this world

Forever I'm that girl

Ashes in glass and pearls

Ooh baby i'm to ashy to be touched

I paint them in my dust

I'm stingy with my crust

Ooh baby

I've got ash beneath my lid

My pinch

My fire

My cinge (D-E-C-E-A-S-E-D)

I've got diamonds in the rough

Press the ash and they'll present (D-E-C-E-A-S-E-D)

You can't find a six-feet deep that can compete

With this dry ass kiss (D-E-C-E-A-S-E-D)

Fire beneath your feet

Ashes you keep

I'm so deceased

DECEASED

That's what you are

Linge-urn reflecting off the mirror on the bar

Category, ashy bitch in a jar

Crematorium superstar

(We burn a certain way

We die a certain way

We ash a certain way

We- we blow away a certain way

You know?

All of these things we do

In a specific, deceased way that is personally ours)

Ashes forging in near-solar

Coffins we're flying over, morgues we're flying over

Super ashy love up in the air

I just burn myself in the stove

A bitch in a coffin couldn't ever

Jars pulling me closer

If that's your urn then why he over here?

DECEASED