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Since his childhood he's a spot of bother |
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Raped and abused by his drunk stepfather |
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The looks of a lamb, but the mind of a shark |
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He'd rip your sorry ass to shreds for a lark |
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Unable to play by society's rules |
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A morbid obsession with sharp cutting tools |
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Of course, it was merely a matter of time |
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To let his hair down and commit his first crime |
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Roaming through the gutter |
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Looking for some blood to sputter |
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Dissect their innards |
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No guts, no glory |
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And watch them take their last breath |
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When steel meets flesh |
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End of the story |
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He is the bringer of pain and death |
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Stab them in the chests, multilate their breasts |
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Pound their heads with stones and crack their skulls and bones |
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Skin the folks alive, no one will survive |
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Dig into their belly and turning guts to jelly |
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Bodies beat to mush, there's no need to rush |
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Several hours later they all face their creator |
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Killing spree - try to flee |
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Ooh, what a lovely night my comely maid |
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It's just you and me, the stars above us and a blade |
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Certainly, there's enough time to speak your last prayer |
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After all, I'm not a barbarian, I'm just a slayer |
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The first cut is the deepest, it says in a song |
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Well, I can asure you that Cat Stevens was wrong |
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Rambling through the ghetto |
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A man, a plan and his stiletto |
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Disect their innards |
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No guts, no glory |
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And watch them take their last breath |
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When steel meets flesh |
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End of the story |
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He is the bringer of pain and death |
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Dissect their bowels |
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No guts, no glory |
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And watch them take their last breath |
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When he meets you |
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That's the end of the story |
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He is the bringer of pain, affliction and death |