Psychopathic maniac I dwell where the spirits haunt
Little bitch what do you want
Your skull shatters when I stomp
Pocket all that shit you flaunt and dump your body in the swamp
Gripping the wheel of the whip
Several bodies in the trunk of it
Laughing like a lunatic as demons sing in unison
They do not want you to live
Methods of death are numerous
Suffocated by a plastic bag
Sharpened blade into the back
Laid out in an acid bath
A face full of broken glass
Burn the clothes take the bones crush em into dust
All that's left now is a black bag full of guts
I'ma stuff some guts in a trash bag
I'ma stuff some guts in a bag
I'ma stuff some guts in a trash bag
I'ma stuff some guts in a bag
I'ma stuff some guts in a trash bag
I'ma stuff some guts in a bag
I'ma stuff some guts in a trash bag
I'ma stuff some guts in a bag