Taste of the Hurt

 In my right hand is a twelve gauge
While in the other a rusty razor blade,
Either I'm motherfucking shooting or motherfucking cutting
But somebodies gonna get this Grim Reaper loving,
Smoking a fat blunt laced with angel dust and weed
Playing church music while I do my deadly deed,
Blood from the floor to the ceiling fan
Whenever homicide get here there screaming goddamn,
Arms, legs and heads fucking missing
Reproductive organs scattered throughout the kitchen,
The neighbors nephew stuffed in the stove
Set on slow cook so he won't get cold,
The punk bitch had it coming when he walked through my door
Cool-aid jar to the head sent him straight to the floor,
When that motherfucker tried to lift his head
The twelve gauge went pop! Guess who's dead?,
`Blood on the basement floor going down the drain
Somebodies eyeball sticking to the window pane,
Flies and roaches know their in paradise
While I got a motherfuckers nuts chilling on ice,
This teenage bitches titties hitting my face
As I'm lifting her to hook her in place,
Shit on her ass makes me hold my breath
But that happens when you catch a little death,
Looking around I couldn't find her head
Maybe it's upstairs under grandma's bed,
After she got some of this hard dick penetration
I held her down and begin with her decapitation,
When it comes to victims every race will suffer
Call it equal opportunity for all you motherfuckers,
It eventually comes down to who's going first
Who's the one wanting the first taste of the hurt.