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Blood is dripping slowly off your face

Killing made you live life in disgrace

Other people make you sick and puke

Theyre facing what I will do to you

Ive come off my throne to see you fall

I enjoy the pain, I like the smell

You got some rotting flesh, give me a call

Cause I know how to cook it well

Parts frozen and locked in the freezer

I keep her eyes, so I can see her

Im no cannibal, just wait and see

Till you feel my rusty blade

Blood gasping on the kitchen floor

My neighbors screaming at the door

I invite them in of course

To be my meal, the main course

Microwave flesh

Boiled bloody mess