Innocent Evil.

There's a butterfly stuck in my stomach.

It's like how a lightning fried strucken kite plummets.

It'll force you to endorse a high course of bright shutters, fright stutters.

Blood rate rises, got me snorting adult Wizz-Fizz.

The key's in ignition, reason, it's all about this chick.

I knew, she was the prettiest.

I knew, she had a titty nest.

I knew, she had been molested.

I know, I've crossed a line, but somebody had to go test it.

I thought, she was heterosexual.

I thought, she was at least intellectual.

I thought, she was the one for life.

I think, writing this has deepened the knife.

You're a dumb cunt,

If you thought this was a love song.

Because the sincere truth's coming cold.

I wanna grab a bat and beat a tooth from her skull.

Then heat up soup, dump her whole.

Winner! Winner! Licking Dinner!

She's a pussy, so will it taste like chicken?

How about a cow, she's always howling and bitching.

Oh hell mum, stop smelling the kitchen.

Scarecrow, why's the food in your bowl twitching?

Twisted her neck like a turkey and then had all evidence rinsed.

Made myself a bastard, need a pastor and confess to him quick.

Now the police and the priest are having a contest gluing lips.

Investigation facing the sunset, doing shit.

Pissed, I just got cornered by a private PI.

Yep, I killed her daughter I'm a pirate chief, "high!"

What makes you think you can come by to my house?

It's nearly night now, I was gonna lie down.

Cunt, I'll turn you into a tree stump if you cry "ouch!"

Laugh whilst I say "lights out."

Then pluck your eyes out.

Break every bone, until I make your new home a wide pouch.

So, yeah go back to her family. Go!

Alec's dead, so him committing murder cannot be so.

Out of character, I'd never hurt her, I'd never touch Lily.

I put these thoughts into words so I don't have to dust the crease.

Geez, if my raps attract more rotten reception.

Then how Gator the Skater got in detention.

I'll break skulls open like biscuits.

Then write a hit list.

Depict it as having everyone's wrist slit.

Once all the goals are ripened.

I'll blow a pipe bomb,

at my family reunion.

Crap, I damaged the free futon.

In reality, the gravity of the situation

is like swimming in lake Satan.

You have to give in, make mayhem.