Raped, Pillaged & Gutted

I could only imagine the fear in your mind

As my hands grab your throat from behind

No doubt

For this bitch

I'll use the pressure point choke out

Because when it comes to sluts

It's a good chance your gonna see my glock, before you see my cock

Dark room awakening, strapped to the table

The lights illuminate my instruments

My pickaxe, snubnose, the sawnoff, the meat cleaver, the chainsaw

You see what the fuck I'm workin' with?

This isn't a dream bitch, 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 bitch I'm gonna start this shit with a pickaxe to your anus

Blood pours; fountains from this whore

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 asshole

Hyper-extended vaginal cavity fuels my urge to disembowel

Removal of your mangled innards, forceful extraction from your busted anus

Now that I'm done with this brutalized cunt

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 ass hoe