You make me sick,

Flailing like gimps,

You weak willed pricks.



Throw them in a pit of metal,

Tear them limb from limb,

Break their backs, smash their legs,

Unleash the organs within.



Break their bones,

Blunt force castration,

-You're next.



Ballroom dancing in the spastic house,

A moving joke,

From my hands life leaves you,

When I choke.