Raped, pillaged, and gutted I could only imagine the fear in your mind As my hands grab your throat from behind No doubt For this b**h I'll use the pressure point choke out Because when it comes to s*uts It's a good chance your gonna see my glock, before you see my co*k Dark room awakening, strapped to the table The lights illuminate my instruments My pickaxe, snubnose, the sawnoff, the meatcleaver, the chainsaw You see what the f** im workin' with? This isn't a dream b**h, to me, your nothing but a hole So when i look you in the eyes, the only words I say is I'm in full control Horror when you see my face You've seen the blotters in the newspapers, you know I'm famous So b**h I'm gonna start this sh** with a pickaxe to your an*s Blood pours; fountains from this who*e I look at my prick, and I know I'm craving more I grasp my cleaver, my tool of dismemberment hacking at your limbs, slipping in the blood on my floor Jamming your severed arm into your rancid vaginal pore I spew at the sight of the slashed and gaped a**hole Hyper-extented vaginal cavity fuels my urge to disembowel. Removal of your mangled innards, forceful extraction from your busted an*s. Now that I'm done with this brutalized c*nt, As I walk away, I spark up a freshly rolled blunt. I left her there to die slow, This is how I show zero respect for this busted a** hoe