Putting In Work

I've tried to suppress me
I refuse to be caged
It's making me sick
Trying to contain this rage
 
Tasty visions of bodies openly displayed
Tearing through your chest to gnaw on your rib cage
The thought of an open chest does more than entice
My hunger for death is my only vise
  
Looking for exactly where the body and soul are spliced
I grabbed a fucking scalpel and rolled the dice
Using a machete to hack past the sternum
Be careful of the organs, try to to 'bruise them
  
You can always have a bar b cue and reuse them
Invite over a few neighbors and make sure to feed them
I'm Hell's ultimate flipper, ripper, Satan's motherfucking tipper
Journeying to the pools of Hell with a dipper, cause I'm a soul sipper
  
Just tasting their souls, tortured and in pain,  
Energizes my ass and drives me insane
Give me a hit of that glassy ass sand
Or let's journey for a smoke in the fields of Afghanistan
  
Move to that other level
Where I find myself deep in the woods with a dam shovel
Hands and feet removed, face gnawed off
Buried in a spot where I know the ground's soft
  
The wheels are turning, bits and pieces remembered
Of how he ended up out here partially dismembered
Seem I needed a hit in order to return to the pit
But I didn't have any money to buy my shit
  
Caught his ass on the corner making shit spark
Convinced him to enter the alley, back in the dark
No need for forensics, and all that got dam chalk
Fucking news reporters and all of their dam talk
  
I blazed until dazed, and then entered the pit
Satan was so proud, that he allowed me to sit
I know I'm operating on remote control
Even though I'm in the pit, I know to discard the body, but keep the soul
  
Buried so deep, he has only worms for friends
Being lazy can bring your shit to an end
Douse the body with gasoline and light it up
DNA destroyed before i covered his ass up