my minds sick, trap this bitch in metal \'brackets\'. . .he spews slow crys see. . .
and before i tear out ya vocal cords and use them as a pussy. . .i hear \'\'Y.B?\'\'
this heathens mine. . .tear out ya liver through ya dick then use ya yeast as wine
then send a wooden stake through ya egg. . .guess i got east a spine (easter\'s pine)*
after that. . .shed ya remaining skin, then choke ya with the epidermis
then cut out ya breast and serve it to my inner demons. . .use ya remaining chest as a thermos
for ya blood, which becomes my gatorade, fuels the last part of this horrific act
pop out ya eyes, replace them with your cullions. . .and fuck football you\'ll actually be sacked

Capture The Foe, Stick A Wrench Through His Strenum Then Staple The Lips Together, Then Use My Blood Stained Teeth To Bite The Voicebox
No Screams Shall Be Heard, But The Sweet Melody Of His Flesh Journeying Down My Throat Fits The Foundation Perfectly Well Like Toy Blocks
Push His Limp Carcass To A Floor Tatooed With Bones, Then Slowly Remove The Pedicals From His Spine With Pliers With The Devil\'s Emblem
Hearing The Forminia Split Eases My Soul, So I Move Towards The Stomach, Make Incisions Into The Intestines And Then Drink This Man\'s Flem
Tear The Auricle And Pulmonary Veins Out With My Fingertips, Wipe My Hands Clean With Your Middle Penducle, This Is A Great Sin
I\'m A Mephistophelian Soul, And To Finish The Job, I Expel Salivia Onto The Victims Flaccid Body That\'s Simply The Chalk Of Satan