Jut, jut, dann mal was Schwereres...
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 ****
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 ******* pore
I spew at the sight of the slashed and gaped *******
Hyper-extented ******* cavity fuels my urge to disembowel.
Removal of your mangled innards, forceful extraction from your busted ****
Ich hoffe das ist zur Genüge zensiert.