| Sharpening up the axe
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| Need to have it sharp and shiny
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| Envisioning his death
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| Absolute mayhem
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| Gonna open up this bastard
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| Invicerate his body
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| Hold him down to the ground tie him up
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| Anger rising
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| So vicious is my being
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| I cannot control my hatred
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| Rip the clothing off his body
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| Piece by piece I strip him naked
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| He’s gonna suffer explosive surgery
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| Violently eviscerated
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| Body pierced with sticks
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| Nailed down to the ground
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| Head cracked open by the stone
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| Smashing, pounding
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| His face unrecognizable due to the severe beating
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| Cracking bones with every blow, I enjoy the slaughter
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| Blood is pumping
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| I stand and watch him spastic twitching
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| It makes my juices flow
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| I can’t help but smile as I start separating skin from tissue
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| I’m obsessed by the thought of removing every vital organ
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| Leave him in a pool of blood
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| The ribcage now I see
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| Furiously I bend it open with my crowbar
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| The bones are shattered
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| I know this fucker is still breathing
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| Suffering my treatment
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| Working down in his bowels with my axe
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| Slice in random
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| This autopsy is for exposure
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| Soon his body holds no organs
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| Messy bloody pile of gore
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| He’s empty now my work is done
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| He has suffered my explosive surgery |