Out cruising for hookers in my rusted van of terror Flashing dollar bills to get your attention You'll soon meet your maker in my chamber of horror Don't ask your savior for divine intervention Blunt force trauma with a hammer to the head Strung up on meat hooks and left for dead For some weeks, you'll hang there to rot My own private slaughterhouse is what I've got Need their corpses to be putrid and smelly Time to empty all the bowels and your belly Cold steel piercing dead flesh Gut you like a slaughtered pig draining the blood Entrails pouring out as the tub gets over flood Time to cleanse my fucking soul Now I need a bath in this oozing pool of gore Now I must feel Their insides on my skin Masturbation with fermented entrails Start to rub my cock with a handful of innards Shooting my load into the abdominal cavity My orgasm is greatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
