| The edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck
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| Cutting through bone slicing through flesh
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| My weapon of choice to kill and dismember
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| Chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver
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| The edge of the hatchet chopping away
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| The rot and the gore as arteries spray
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| The blood on your body now drain and puddles
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| Urine soaked skin mix with feces and bile
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| The edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet
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| Smashing through skill cutting through neck
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| Open wounds pulsate as glands are dissected
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| Eyeballs implode as genitals spew infection
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| The edge of the hatchet butchers and hacks
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| A missing arm is cut off in half
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| One leg removed as your body’s attacked
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| This murder was caused by the swing of the axe
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| The edge of the hatchet
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| The edge of the hatchet now comes down on you
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| A broken stiff body severed in two
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| I cut off your finger and chop through your ribs
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| Stalking more victims to murder again
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| The edge of the hatchet
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| The swing of the axe
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| Spinal chord split and a freshly broken back
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| Your leg cut off at the knee and the hip
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| Severed arms now gushing with pus
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| The edge of the hatchet the slice of the blade
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| Another bleed another to screams
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| Body parts stacked like wood by the cord
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| Torsos are leaking veins slowly seeping
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| The edge of the hatchet your time to die
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| A severed head is missing an eye
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| Gasping in pain as you choke your blood
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| I open your chest I smash in your skull
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| The edge of the hatchet
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| I rise up this weapon I begin my attack
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| The battered body broken
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| Your stump is torn in half
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| A rotten pile of steach
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| A cold and bloody death
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| Chopping your broken soul
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| Hacking all your flesh from bone
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| The end of pain not certain
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| You suffer now forever
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| The edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck
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| Driving through bone slicing through flesh
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| My weapon of choice to kill and dismember
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| Chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver
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| The edge of the hatchet chopping away
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| The rot and the gore as arteries spray
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| The blood on your body now drain and puddles
|
| Urine soaked skin mix with feces and bile
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| The edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet
|
| Smashing through skill cutting through neck
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| Open wounds pulsate as glands are dissected
|
| Eyeballs implode as genitals spew infection
|
| The edge of the hatchet butchers and hacks
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| A missing arm is cut off in half
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| One leg removed as your body’s attacked
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| This murder was caused by the swing of the axe |