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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 |
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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, |
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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 |
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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 |
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I see Furiously |
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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 |
