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