[Intro]
Lalalalala, lalalalalalala, lalalalalalala, lalalalalala
Help me (Help me)
I beg of you, can you help me?

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1: Jimmy Donn]
Ashes to ashes, bloodbath through this bad shit (Woo)
How to Gag a Maggot is back bitch, god damnit (Hahaha)
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)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
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 (Hahahaha)

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down