| Since his childhood he’s a spot of bother
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| Raped and abused by his drunk stepfather
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| The looks of a lamb, but the mind of a shark
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| He’d rip your sorry ass to shreds for a lark
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| Unable to play by society’s rules
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| A morbid obsession with sharp cutting tools
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| Of course, it was merely a matter of time
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| To let his hair down and commit his first crime
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| Roaming through the gutter
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| Looking for some blood to sputter
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| Dissect their innards
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| No guts, no glory
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| And watch them take their last breath
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| When steel meets flesh
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| End of the story
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| He is the bringer of pain and death
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| Stab them in the chests, multilate their breasts
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| Pound their heads with stones and crack their skulls and bones
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| Skin the folks alive, no one will survive
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| Dig into their belly and turning guts to jelly
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| Bodies beat to mush, there’s no need to rush
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| Several hours later they all face their creator
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| Killing spree — try to flee
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| Ooh, what a lovely night my comely maid
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| It’s just you and me, the stars above us and a blade
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| Certainly, there’s enough time to speak your last prayer
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| After all, I’m not a barbarian, I’m just a slayer
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| The first cut is the deepest, it says in a song
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| Well, I can asure you that Cat Stevens was wrong
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| Rambling through the ghetto
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| A man, a plan and his stiletto
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| Disect their innards
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| No guts, no glory
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| And watch them take their last breath
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| When steel meets flesh
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| End of the story
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| He is the bringer of pain and death
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| Dissect their bowels
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| No guts, no glory
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| And watch them take their last breath
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| When he meets you
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| That’s the end of the story
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| He is the bringer of pain, affliction and death |