Good Mourning.

Hey, I don't feel so good.
Something's not right,
 [bad word] over me
What the [bad word] is this?

Killer, [bad word]  homicidal man
If you see me [bad word] as fast as you can.
blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend,
Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds.

My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel.
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal.
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads,
Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead.
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent.
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head.

Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain.
I mangle their faces, till no features remain.
blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds.
First take out the organs, then cut off the head.
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet.
One more bloody massacre, the [bad word] 
I seek to dismember, a [bad word] fiend.
And, blood baths are my way of getting clean.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
merciless butcher who lives underground
I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down.
I see you, and, I'm waiting, for Black Friday.

Killer, [bad word]  homicidal man
If you see me [bad word] as fast as you can.
blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
merciless butcher who lives underground
I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down.

It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.