I'll sneak into your house with a blade to force-feed
wearing a hockey mask like Jason Vorhees
I'll cut, expose your brain and pour bleach
then overindulge on your remains for four weeks
when you see me you're supposed to be scared
same look people have when approached by a bear
me showing any kind of emotion is rare
I'm very quiet, you won't even know that I'm there
until your bound by a rope to a chair
you can tell I've already killed someone from the clothes that I wear
keep yelling, unfortunately nobody cares
I'm enjoying every second of the moment I swear
I'm ready for the torture and sacrifice
show up at your door step ready with a sword and an appetite
die from the force of a battle rhyme
just have faith, maybe there is something more in an afterlife