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Mad Butcher

A fire is burning in his eyes

His brain is in war and the evil will rise

His blood is black, it's scalding hot

Now he's got to ramble, he knows that's his lot

Through the backstreets of the town

His steps are clanging

Now he's wanton, oh he's panting

In his hand a blade of solid steel

Now it's the time you got to feel

Mad Butcher

He feels his driving, satisfaction he needs

He's watching your pussy, he will get his food

And when he arises you think it's a lover

But he likes strange practices, you'll discover

You lie on your bed, your view real seems great

But instead of his prick he's drawing his blade

Oh he's so tender when he makes love to you

That you couldn't stand it, it's a pity for you