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I need new ways to torture all my bitches |
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Peel off their skin or cover them in stitches |
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Sometimes they bleed sometime they spit |
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Sometimes I feed on their half decayed clit |
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I've scraped out their guts through their torn open cunt |
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It's so much fun to make them bleed |
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But I have new ways to kill them indeed |
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An electric rod that spwes ten thousand volts |
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Up her ass I pund it, her cunt implodes |
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Surging through her sliced open veins |
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Smoke emits from her boiling brain |
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Currents flow through her bubbling mass |
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Sparks and blood shoot from out her ass |
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Tears are building in my eyes from the stink of your burnt fluid |
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You hair is singed: your flesh is black, your form reduced to ruin |
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I pull your crispy outer skin to reveal your bloody tissue |
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I chomp the chips of harden flesh and lust at your dead sinew |
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A strange idea has taken over |
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I'll remove your blistered outer cover |
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Caress your skinless, dripping body |
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A burning feeling builds inside me |
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With staggering force I go inside it |
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The slims warmth with make my nut spit |
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I pound her slit 'til I feel it cumming |
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My eyes roll back the pleasure is numbing |
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I ride your toasted dripping carcass |
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With infinite hate I beat your face in |
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The third hit causes you nose to cave in |
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Oh my god, she's breathing |
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What will I do with this toasted hog bitch |
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Thought she was dead, but I feel her heat beat |
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A thrifty idea I have excites me |
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Where is my hacksaw |
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You feel the bite |
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Saw through your horribly burnt open flesh |
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I'll cut off your limbs till you are dead |
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When you are really deceased |
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Again I will get my cock wet |
