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[verse 1]
a masked man on eight row, you better call a lawyer
standing six foot tall and going by the name of sawyer
i’ll sicken the b_tch with no respect for life
he’s thinking with criminals and he’s quick with a butcher’s knife
that’s right, the sh_t you heard was true, i’ll fire up the saw and chop that ass into beef stew
stay true to the wicked, i’ll leave you shook
then it’s back to the shack where it will sack on a beat hook
i let that heat cook flesh and bubble
the only thing up on this dark road is death and trouble
when you stumble to god upon my rickety shamble, no doubt, will you not, that you be taking a gamble
i know you like a ragdoll, i’ll throw you on a hook
shut you up with a gag ball, your innocence took
now look what you made me do, you dumb b_tch
when i’m done with a drink, she need more than a stitch

[bridge: sample]

[verse 2]
now i got this wh0re bled out just like a b_tch hog
bladder in a bucket, f_ckin’ should of seen her twitch off
i get sick raw chewin’ your vescera, when i turn you into dinner ain’t n0body be missin’ you
got you p_ssin’ your pants, you see a k!ller like me
i be rockin’ a mask made of peelings and dead meat
don’t sleep, motherf_cker, i’ma find you
i turn your ass into burger when i grind you
i tied you to the table, i got you screamin’ so loud
i’m feeding my family the only way i know how
so now it’s dinnertime and you my special guest
mind your motherf_cking manners or i’ll put you to rest
don’t test the clan, we got ways to deal
do the math, motherf_cker, gasoline and steel
that’s real, you get k!lled, sledgehammer to the floor, pow
try to get away, i’ll saw the motherf_ckin’ door down

[bridge: sample]
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[verse 3]
i got your hands nailed to the arm of the chair
and i woke up pullin’ your feet so you ain’t goin’ nowhere
i play with your hair and then i’ll kiss you on the cheek
then i’ll knock out your t__th and have your gum in your beef
so sleep deep, little girl, i’m cutting you into pieces, and straight up, this time tomorrow, you gon’ be nothing but feces
got you prayin’ to jesus, but where’s that motherf_cker now?
with the plates all set and we ready to chow
know now that you ain’t leavin’ alive, we hit it like a pack of wild dogs while we rippin’ your meat
so sweet, the taste of your flesh, b_tch, i’m full of l_st
take a bite out your titty and let the motherf_ckin’ blood gush
got a head rush from the taste of your sweat
wrapped up by your f_ckin’ hair, so bl__dy and wet
last thing she expect up on a country road drive
assh0l_ naked on the table eaten alive

[outro: sample]
anybody home? h_llo?
no! no! please! please, no!

- snuff sawyer

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