It's the corpse winder ya can't handle my rugged rape/
I shut bitches off, with strips of masking tape/
Ever since the pestilence invaded me/
I started to decapitate, motherfuckers that hated me/
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for your rent/
Taxin' so many people, niggas think I'm the president/
So vote, or kid I'll cut your throat with the scalpel/
Then feast on the human flesh of a priest in a chapel/
Filled with ghouls, your blood crunches/
I'm body baggin', niggas in my +Dragons and Dungeons+//
Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest possible level/
I'll eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my mother's enavel//
I had sex with all my ex hoes/
Then I chopped off there legs and are
Now all I got are human torsos//
With a chainsaw, made for gore/
To clean up the blood
I'll use your fuckin' face to mop the floor/