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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
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