Pizza overcooked, loose my temper, blow a load on the cheese
Carry it next door, ring the doorbell, jizza delivery
Blonde bitch on the phone answers and gives attitude Smash her in the face with scolding hot food
Pressed onto her face, forced backwards into her place She won't care that it got in her hair, her face won't be there
Peel the pizza off, peek at her new look, shit I love to cook Her face bubbles up, anything but calm while I smear her face off with my palm
This is the last facial that this bitch will ever be lucky enough to get
Mold of melted skin and cheese Gather from the dirty floor I share this plate with my identityless dinner date
Refusal to consume her melted face With my fingers I force it down her throat Force it down more and more, I feed this whore She is struggling to breath, she starts to choke Conscious detachment, disappointed extraction I reach down her throat in a violent fashion
Satisfied, the victim alive, left to suffer alone Smiling as I walk away, I go to find the phone
Dialed 9-1-1, soon help will arrive to keep her alive With no face, she will always wish she died, until she commits suicideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
