letra de raped pillaged and gutted - waking the cadaver
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-tch,
i’ll use the pressure point choke out.
because when it comes to sl-ts,
it’s a good chance your gonna see my glock, before you see my c-ck.
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-ck im workin’ with?
this isn’t a dream b-tch. 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-tch, i’m gonna start this sh-t with a pickaxe to your -n-s.
blood pours; fountains from this wh-r-.
i look at my pr-ck, 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 v-g-n-l pore.
i spew at the sight of the slashed and gaped -sshole.
hyper-extented v-g-n-l cavity fuels my urge to disembowel.
removal of your mangled innards, forceful extraction from your busted -n-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 -ss hoe.
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