Im seventeen. A killa at heart. I leave your body torn apart. What Ive said, is that yall be dead. Hangin from the wall in my shed. I got my axe handy and willin to work. I never liked him. Thats why I killed that jerk. I sliced his throat cuz I wanted him to die. I took my knife and stabbed in the eye.
Now dont cry, Its just blood commin outta his ears. I dont lie, Just fufilling all ya fears. Cuuz I, Kill all the quiers. The bloods dry, cuz you been sittin there for years.
Down in my basement is where I do my duty. Bodys under my floor. The newest one is the dude who tried to shoot me. I think he was a fag cuz he called me a cutie. Im not gay but Id had sumthin for his ass. A zippo and a can full of gas. Im not psycho and Im not trashed. I like killin for money. Let me go get my check cashed.
Bling bling. Nope its not my ring. Its sharp though and a razors the same thing. I keep in tucked in my sleeve. Your skin is the onlt thing I need. Slice slice. Im doin it right. Im glad cuz I'll be someone new tonight.
I wear your skin like a disguise. No one knows who I am. They think Im someone else till they see my eyes. Blood shot from not gettin sleep. Up all night makin sure your all nice and neat. Placed up on my wall skinned like a fish. When the family comes over, I serve you as the side dish.
Yummy, It feels good in my tummy. WAIT! Theres someone at the door. IM COMMING! Yay, I brand new victim. What can I do with em? Maybe cut of his legs and use em as stilts. Maybe I could even make him into a quilt. Use it to wrap up with when I sleep at night. Damn It feels good to be tucked in so tight.
