Raped, pillaged, and gutted
I could only imagine the fear in your mind
As my hands grab your throat from behind
No doubt
For this [bad word] I'll use the pressure point choke out
Because when [bad word] to [bad word] It's a good chance your gonna see my glock, before you see my [bad word] 
Dark room awakening, strapped to the table
The lights illuminate my [bad word] My pickaxe, snubnose, the sawnoff, the meatcleaver, the chainsaw
You see what the [bad word] im workin' with?
This isn't a dream [bad word]  to me, your nothing but a [bad word] So when i look you in the eyes, the only words I say is
I'm in full control

Horror when you see my face
You've seen the blotters in the newspapers, you know I'm famous
So [bad word] I'm gonna start this [bad word] with a pickaxe to your [bad word] Blood pours; fountains from this [bad word] I look at my prick, and I know I'm craving more
I grasp my cleaver, my tool of dismemberment
hacking at your limbs, slipping in the blood on my floor
Jamming your severed arm into your rancid vaginal pore
I spew at the sight of the slashed and gaped [bad word] Hyper-extented vaginal cavity fuels my urge to disembowel.
Removal of your mangled innards, forceful extraction from your busted [bad word] 

Now that I'm done with this [bad word] [bad word] 
As I walk away, I spark up a freshly rolled blunt.
I left her there to die slow,
This is how I show zero respect for this busted [bad word] hoe