Butcher the Weak

There's a room in my house, a tomb of women who need to rot in hell The stench will fill your throat with puss and drain from out your nose Open the door discover dead whores who begged for more now covered in gore Countless remains and piles of scab

Slaughtering with extreme disgust Unrecognizable all victims will be Mutilation no enough, I'm splattering brains You've seen nothing yet, I will butcher the weak If you step in my path you'll get a ballpeen hammer upside your head I'll smash in all