Raped, pillaged, and gutted
I could only imagine the fear in your mind
As my hands grab your throat from behind
No doubt
For this b****
I'll use the pressure point choke out
Because when it comes to s****
It's a good chance your gonna see my glock, before you see my c***
Dark room awakening,
Strapped to the table
The lights illuminate my instruments
My pickaxe, snubnose, the sawnoff,
The meatcleaver, the chainsaw
You see what the f*** im workin' with?
This isn't a dream b****, to me,
Your nothing but a hole
So when i look you in the eyes,
The only words I say is
I'm in full control
Horror when you see my face
You've seen the blotters in the newspapers,
You know I'm famous
So b**** I'm gonna start this s*** with a pickaxe to your a***
Blood pours; fountains from this w****
I look at my p****,
And I know I'm craving more
I grasp my cleaver, my tool of dismemberment
hacking at your limbs,
Slipping in the blood on my floor
Jamming your severed arm into your rancid v*****l pore
I spew at the sight of the slashed and gaped a******
Hyper-extented v*****l cavity fuels my urge to disembowel.
Removal of your mangled innards,
Forceful extraction from your busted a***.
Now that I'm done with this brutalized c***,
As I walk away, I spark up a freshly rolled blunt.
I left her there to die slow,
This is how I show zero respect for this busted a** hoe
I could only imagine the fear in your mind
As my hands grab your throat from behind
No doubt
For this b****
I'll use the pressure point choke out
Because when it comes to s****
It's a good chance your gonna see my glock, before you see my c***
Dark room awakening,
Strapped to the table
The lights illuminate my instruments
My pickaxe, snubnose, the sawnoff,
The meatcleaver, the chainsaw
You see what the f*** im workin' with?
This isn't a dream b****, to me,
Your nothing but a hole
So when i look you in the eyes,
The only words I say is
I'm in full control
Horror when you see my face
You've seen the blotters in the newspapers,
You know I'm famous
So b**** I'm gonna start this s*** with a pickaxe to your a***
Blood pours; fountains from this w****
I look at my p****,
And I know I'm craving more
I grasp my cleaver, my tool of dismemberment
hacking at your limbs,
Slipping in the blood on my floor
Jamming your severed arm into your rancid v*****l pore
I spew at the sight of the slashed and gaped a******
Hyper-extented v*****l cavity fuels my urge to disembowel.
Removal of your mangled innards,
Forceful extraction from your busted a***.
Now that I'm done with this brutalized c***,
As I walk away, I spark up a freshly rolled blunt.
I left her there to die slow,
This is how I show zero respect for this busted a** hoe