| I'll thrill you; | |
| I'll kill you; cut your heart out | |
| Then I'll dismember your body parts | |
| I'll break in your house late at night | |
| My smiling face is your final sight | |
| I'll cut your throat with a razor blade | |
| And leave you in a shallow grave | |
| I'll pound your face against the fuckin' street | |
| You'll love my work; | |
| It'll be complete | |
| I'll strip you and rip you; your death is my game | |
| I love my work and | |
| I have no shame | |
| I'll pick you up when you're hitchhiking | |
| Then you'll never be seen again | |
| I'll cave in your head, | |
| Your face | |
| I'll distort | |
| Then you'll end up as a "missing" report | |
| I'll smash your skull with a two-by-four | |
| Till your brains are on the floor |