Raped, pillaged, and gutted
I could only imagine the fear in your mind
As my hands grab your throat from behind

No doubt
For this (*##$
I'll use the pressure point choke out

Because when it comes to !@#%s
It's a good chance your gonna see my glock, before you see my @@#!


Dark room awakening, strapped to the table
The lights illuminate my instruments
My pickaxe, snubnose, the sawnoff, the meatcleaver, the chainsaw

You see what the $#&@ im workin' with?
This isn't a dream (*##$, to me, your nothing but a hole
So when i look you in the eyes, the only words I say is

I'm in full control

Horror when you see my face

You've seen the blotters in the newspapers, you know I'm famous
So (*##$ I'm gonna start this %#@! with a pickaxe to your !@#*
Blood pours; fountains from this !@^%

I look at my prick, and I know I'm craving more
I grasp my cleaver, my tool of dismemberment
hacking at your limbs, slipping in the blood on my floor

Jamming your severed arm into your rancid ##&*%$l pore
I spew at the sight of the slashed and gaped $$#hole
Hyper-extented ##&*%$l cavity fuels my urge to disembowel.

Removal of your mangled innards, forceful extraction from your busted !@#*.

Now that I'm done with this brutalized cunt,

As I walk away, I spark up a freshly rolled blunt.
I left her there to die slow,
This is how I show zero respect for this busted $$# hoe