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Killing Spree
- ill start from up high take a knife gouge your eyes
- you cant see your blind stab you from behind
- drain the blood from your corpse criminal mastermind
- cut your arms and legs feed it to the pigs no one cares because your dead
- your guts are worth a hefty check now your just a rotting corpse gotta hide the traces
- from bitches of all ages wash the blood out my shoelaces
- ill cut your torso into pieces once im done with the chainsaw
- youll be lookin like coleslaw no one saw me saw you up like strips of bacon
- I aint fakin this shits fun Sadistic pshycopath washin blood out of his bath
- Master of his craft perfected this art Of killin faggots and disposing of their guts
- And hidin their cuts so no one can find that slut So no one will suspect coz onece im done
- that bitch will never resurrect because now hes dead ill chop of his head and leave his neck to bleed
- I teel you its insane I need to reach his brain
- Take a hammer smash his cranium until it looks like a shattered plate
- Take it back to the china shop Full refund and it u don’t give it you’re the next on my hit list
- To get this treatment never will I stop My trash cans look like a splashed bath
- Bath of blood it would wouldn’t it Because I have commit
- To my obsession of killin twats to learn a lesson If you wrong me ill right you a deal with the devil
- Coz im a cold blooded killer more of a rebel I put the strips of skin in to a black bin
- Bury your head that’s smashed in Where no one can find it
- Its perfection hilarious Whats the fuss
- Ill leave this bitch boneless no fuckin carcass
- You think that im a smart ass Well don’t coz ill take a machete and shove it so far
- Up your ass if I havnt already guts are like spaghetti
- This is my killin spree ill break both your knees
- Ill smash in your face never take a rest Bitch you think im fake but theres another
- Fuckin minute left on this tape But fore its too late
- the next thing that i break will be your neck Rupture your spine since when was that a crime
- So with your torso in bits and your limbs with the pigs Your guts are in the bin
- Whats next to get rid Well I guess the black market And your heart I could target
- Some bitch would pay 100 quid Then I could kill her 2 kills in one day
- But one fuckin heartbreat The second kill always slightly easier
- All you gotta do Is corner her Leave her body on the floor for the coroner
- Just kiddin if it were that easy id of killed her before
- First thing I do is wipe the blood from the floor Gotta hide the corps before the police at the door
- Look around the street check if its lit Creep to a skip and shove her body in it
- Come back the next day check if it stinks Make sure the fuckin trash men have towed it away
- And if they don’t well get a knife and fork That’s dinner on a plate
- Food for thought Not as bad as rape a way to meet your fate
- I got this demon inside telling me to have pride In the kills that I make dont even get the chills
- Is it wrong to find this funny don’t get churns in my tummy
- Well I guess ill carry on and murder someone lucky Steal all of their money
- Well I guess that is the way But not today
- Its almost morning and tomorrow is another day
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