Slayer

   
You know Slashers like Jason and Michael and Pinhead and Freddy  
Leatherface and Ghostface and Pennywise and Jigsaw  
But do you recall  
The best slayer of them all?  
Wally the slicing spitter  
Had a vocabulary so verbose  
And if you ever crossed him  
His sharp lines would cut off your nose  
All of the other slashers  
Didn’t want to let him kill  
They wouldn’t let him have his own movie  
To show off his slashing skills  
Then one day on Hallow's eve  
Samhain came to say  
Wally with your rhymes so tight  
Won't you go out and slay tonight  
Then all of the other slashers  
Got mad saying “not another star”  
And Wally smiled a vile smile  
Because he about to spit some bars…  
   
I’ma slash and smash and thrash you while you convulse  
I have a need to watch you bleed until you have no pulse    
I’ll jab and stab through every major sinew, tendon and joint  
Then watch you cry and writhe in agony just to prove a point  
   
My cold cuts are gross when I spill your bowels and guts  
For kicks I slice off dicks and also feed you your own nuts  
I’ll observe you gag as you drag yourself across the floor  
Then I’ll store your limp body like a gimp inside a drawer  
   
Want more hardcore gore and horror for entertainment lore  
I got rhymes like crimes ready to climb your mind and core  
I’ll pierce so many tiny holes your Trypophobia will take its toll  
As you lay there bleeding out without a doubt I’ll claim your soul  
   
Hark!  
I hear some dumbfucks somewhere playing with Ouija boards  
I think I’ll go appear and slice them with a horde of swords  
They’ll scream because I’m hell-bent on torture and torment  
Their pain is my reign of terror, filled with evil merriment  
   
And once I’ve had my fill of slashing and rhyme rite  
I’ll lick the blade and fade away into the dark of night  
 
Peace