Iron Chef (Let me Cook) (Halloween Syck House Series)

         “I’m known as the Iron Chef so there is no need to scream for help  
Because I’m that crazy bastard-Mr. asphyxiation of your last breath,  
            “White, Black, Mexican no matter the race or color  
Everybody has an equal opportunity to become dinner motherfucker,  
   
            “The greatest seasoning is agonizing pain and soul piecing fear  
When cooked alive as their sizzling screams slowly disappear,  
            “Overwhelming their brain with ‘I can’t believe this shit’ disbelief  
Making some slow to react and paralyzed to speak,  
   
            “I love locking a door on my victim giggling ‘today is the day’  
The joy I get from their facial expression when they look my way,  
             “With a sinister dash I be on them quick-fast  
While ghostly faces of past victims' trail and I release a wicked laugh,  
   
            “Echoing death that saturates evil within this limited space  
My first move is a slash across their throat and terrified face,  
            “Ooooo! Goddamn this motherfuckin bitch is strong  
Now I’m jabbing my sepsis covered blade savagely until I hit bone,  
   
            “Bullets, mace or punches have no effect  
As I lift my victim in the air by their mutilated neck,  
            “A blow to the tempo and the motherfucka don’t fight no more  
Barely conscious and now naked-I unceremoniously drop my victim to the floor,  
   
            “I regurgitate maggots’ causing a portal to open and I toss my victim inside  
Meat obtained, because earlier the Humane Society has provided the sides,  
            “Upon arrival my assistant tenderizes the meat with a mallet and rape  
Afterwards, a black hook penetrates the victim’s spine for a mealtime fate,  
   
            “Lifting them into the air screaming, crying and having a fucking fit  
Now mixed with the blood and butchered flesh is dripping chunks of shit,  
            “My stove instantly ignites with a bluish-green wicked flame  
Driving my victim insane as their piss spray the room like golden rain,  
   
            “The rats and roaches try to get a taste that makes me fucking mad  
Trying to enter my victim through their ears, mouth and sodomized ass,  
            “Now my kitchen is buzzing with thanksgiving activity  
Damn! I forgot desert. I’ll go pick up some sweets at the hospital nursery”.