We'll see now who wins and who dies While you're tied up to the tree Engine revs as the line extends And you cower under me
Dead grass spits into your face Sticking with sweat onto your clothes 9.5 hundredths of an inch Begins to slice into your nose
Suck on my line trimmer perversion Otorhinolaryngological street surgeon Your skin strips away like a baked summer squash I laugh as your face turns into slosh
I cut through the rope now you're free to go Your feet are intact but your head is no more I stopped just shy of rib number three leaving your torso soaked in gore
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