limme tear ya vocal cords with a chain-saw//
leave you in somersaults, "tearing ya flipped shit right into a morgue//
telepathic brain waves penetrate across open terrian//
past shaolin temples where monks praise that i increase my rage//
to increase my success of tearing ya afro//
to look make it look like a fade//
snap ya bitch with a nutcracker, make sure my nuts-crack-her// fuck-zap-her with electrical appliances that defy matter//
rip out ya ribs, place em all in your eyelids//
to keep you awake during the silence in a blair witch-hiding//
with moaning migrants being eaten by lions//
thats my imatation of violence in ya NIGHTMARES//
serve ya tonsils to a mongrel, make him shit on a field//
and wait for a million years to pick the remanding fossils//
them incinerate them with gas oil//
walk on ya sinus just to "get on your nerves"//
call the FEDs to report a murderer and send a body-search//
hoot like a owl, twice to make sure they heard//
show ya body whilst im going berserk inside a church//
and kill the priest with a curse, then hunt the people who came looking for you first//
reverse a 4x4 in ya solar-plexus, block up ya shit exit//
feed you laxitives, now thats what i call real stomach ache//

and if none of these methods dont actually happen//
and dont go to plan, imma hunt every living man with a chemical weapon//