| I need new ways to torture all my bitches
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| Peel off their skin or cover them in stitches
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| Sometimes they bleed sometime they spit
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| Sometimes I feed on their half decayed clit
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| I’ve scraped out their guts through their torn open cunt
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| It’s so much fun to make them bleed
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| But I have new ways to kill them indeed
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| An electric rod that spwes ten thousand volts
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| Up her ass I pund it, her cunt implodes
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| Surging through her sliced open veins
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| Smoke emits from her boiling brain
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| Currents flow through her bubbling mass
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| Sparks and blood shoot from out her ass
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| Tears are building in my eyes from the stink of your burnt fluid
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| You hair is singed: your flesh is black, your form reduced to ruin
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| I pull your crispy outer skin to reveal your bloody tissue
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| I chomp the chips of harden flesh and lust at your dead sinew
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| A strange idea has taken over
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| I’ll remove your blistered outer cover
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| Caress your skinless, dripping body
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| A burning feeling builds inside me
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| With staggering force I go inside it
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| The slims warmth with make my nut spit
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| I pound her slit 'til I feel it cumming
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| My eyes roll back the pleasure is numbing
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| I ride your toasted dripping carcass
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| With infinite hate I beat your face in
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| The third hit causes you nose to cave in
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| Oh my god, she’s breathing
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| What will I do with this toasted hog bitch
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| Thought she was dead, but I feel her heat beat
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| A thrifty idea I have excites me
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| Where is my hacksaw
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| You feel the bite
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| Saw through your horribly burnt open flesh
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| I’ll cut off your limbs till you are dead
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| When you are really deceased
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| Again I will get my cock wet |