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Fuck

We'll see now who wins and who dies

While you're tied up to the tree

Engine revs as the line extends

And you cower under me

Dead grass spits into your face

Sticking with sweat onto your clothes

9.5 hundredths of an inch

Begins to slice into your nose

Suck on my line trimmer perversion

Otorhinolaryngological street surgeon

Your skin strips away like a baked summer squash

I laugh as your face turns into slosh

I cut through the rope now you're free to go

Your feet are intact but your head is no more

I stopped just shy of rib number three

leaving your torso soaked in gore

Weedwhacker Nose Job!