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