My scroll imbalance
Has taken the lives of hundreds
Some say it developed as a product of my malicious lineage
My mother - a Flemish who*e circus freak who thrived on flesh
My father - An inbred butcher with an addiction to dead s** organs
Which ever way you see it, a deadly poison now swims in my semen
It will rot and burn a p**y inside out on contact
It will engulf and scourge the sweet lips and everything else that is p**y
Innumerable corpses decorate my habitat
From furnace to freezer they cover my home
Hidden in floors and ceilings - Liquefied and painted on my walls
It reeks of d**h on a hot day
It was not till an*l s** that I realized another way
When I get off in their a**es - they didn't burn from my d**h s**m acids
I should have been happy but I'd grown accustomed to s** and murder simultaneously
I cherished coating their insides with my napalm trajectories
Her c*nt must burn
I sedated her with a 9-iron till I was ready for round two
Her eyes, mouth, and p**y are soon to be go
It always takes a second to burn and now I watch her wail in excruciation
She begins to curl up like an a** ball and I finish her off with a Cleveland steamer
She was my only girl to be f**ed twice before d**h
Her skull will be my ashtray
The pelvic bone my crowm