Cooked Duck

You foolish fuck.
You fell for my bait.
Your a sitting duck
Soon to meet your fate.
 
I'll set my aim.  
Take my shot.  
You were nothing but game.  
And now you shall rot.  
 
I'll take you home
And set the flame.  
Upon burning chrome.  
Your trust is to blame.  
 
I'll rip your beak out
And watch your blood spill.  
Hearing you shriek
Gives me a thrill.
 
I'll take this knife
And skin you alive.
As you fear for your life  
It makes me strive
To cut a little deeper.
To make the pain worse.  
I become the grim reaper.  
No need for a hearse.  
 
Since now you're dead.  
I'll dig a ditch.  
For your blood has shed.
Sweet dreams stupid bitch.