Bag Fulled

Just look at them preparing for my favorite time of year
I just can't believe that Halloween is almost fucking here
But Santa wont be bringing me shit, I've gotta go out and get my own
Grab motherfuckers by their throats ripping and tearing out their backbone

Hahaha, look at them picking out their costumes and fucking mask
This allows me to hide among them, making light of my task
The fucking fridge and freezer are both empty. I want some pickled pussy again
Some smoked ribs and butts, I want to make chicharrones with the skins

Just lure their ass over for a party or just wait for the doorbell to ring
Wait until their backs are turnt or just straight up do the fucking thing
Take all of my pain and aggression out on their ass
Everything will be used even the skin stuck to the inside of their mask

Take those hearts and livers and add that shit to the sausage meat
Serve up the rest of the entrails raw, you know my dogs have to eat
I'll watch as they eat those bloody guts, smiling from ear to fucking ear
I also fed the the nose, eyes, and ears, so they could smell, see, and hear

All dicks belong to them, but titties and pussies belong in jars
I remember every incision that I made with the scapel to fill those jars
The sweet fucking screams as the blood sprayed everywhere
I shaved every inch of their bodies and packaged them away with care

I get a fucking rush that makes me so fucking high
As the scapel slowly inches through their flesh, there's a look in their eyes
It's the look of the ultimate pain, the look of a honest conversation with death
Of finally succumbing to me and giving me their very last breath

The fridge and the freezer are both full, and so am I
I feel at ease watching the little tricksters as the rest of Halloween passes by
They'll never realize how lucky they were tonight, shit I think that karma's corrupt
As I raised from the front stoop going back inside to finish cleaning the blood up