Good Mourning

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

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.
 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. Yeah! 

 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.