| In my locker of torn flesh, got three on a meat hook
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| Fuckin' dead pussies then orgasm and leave guck
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| Merc’in' in the bushes waitin' for your car to stall
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| I’ll be right there when it does with a blade and start to maul
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| Now you’re naked in a barn, do your trachea some harm
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| I’m wrappin' up your arms real tastefully in yarn
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| My kitty scratches you, strikin' you like matches do
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| I got females in my dungeon, about fifty batches full
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| They’re all ready to get skinned, kid, their flesh is gettin' pinned
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| By the window near the sun, shining like aluminum
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| They can run but I am faster, their stamina won’t last, dumb
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| Cunts get what they asked for, rot to their disaster
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| Get out of my dreams girl and into my barn
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| My demonous schemes will do you whores harm
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| Get out of my dreams and into my barn
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| Detaching your spleens, your legs, heads and arms
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| No escape from the torture that you’re sure to endure
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| You’re naked and soft, it’s time to murder you, whore
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| Peel external fleece with my nails when I slay
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| Rest in eternal peace under big bails of hay
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| I’ll make them bleed, twist and shout, plant a seed then rip it out
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| I throw the sticker out and take a shit up in her mouth
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| Defecate upon the dead corpse a shitty mixture
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| I’ll hang it near my bed for a very pretty picture
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| Their daddy’s’ll miss them after I capture and kiss them
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| Got a hanger to whip them just in case they don’t listen
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| My scissor it reap, because their liver is sweet
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| Now deliver the meat to my carnivorous teeth
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| Time to tighten up my crutch, gettin' set to slash them up
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| All bashful sluts get stuffed with cashew nuts
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| I got all of their nice tits locked up in a vice grip
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| Squirtin' holy fluid like the blood in which Christ did
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| As he got whipped in the garden of thorns
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| Lure them bitches to my barn then a carcass is born
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| Sluts are drained of memory, relieved of their extremities
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| Unexpectedly stripped, invaded rectally
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| Stick my dick up your ass, bitch, I consider you raped
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| Got your trip to your casket up on video tape
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| Loosen boots and your skirt down to your panties and bra
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| When I seduce you get hurt, who says you can’t be a star
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| Get myself an erection every one or two I slay
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| Got your head on a tray, bury the rest of you in hay
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| My barn is resourceful, I’m harmin' you awful
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| Make 'em swallow a mothball or hundreds of jawfulls
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| Put babes into harnesses then my blade tarnishes
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| Force it through their cunts, what a beautiful barn this is |
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