I'm a man, I'm a very sick man. I got one aim this is kill and kill again. I was born with pain and pain I give back. All I do with people is mangle, scalp and hack.
You'll be dead and your arms went red. Split your skin, the saw will win. Tear your flesh and open the gash. Your bowels come out, no need to shout. .
Listen to me I have a story to tell. About a guy whose name I can't spell. . He likes blood, pus and gastric juice. Of course blood too, so let him booze.