[Intro]

Sick, cold, been told

Wrist fold with the big pole

[Verse 1]

Sickest little donny

With this fucked up shit on me

Get to running, keep on him

'til that cunt can't keep on

He's unpredictable

A messed up mind

Imma kill 'em all (yeah)

In record times, aye

Skinny little body

Weilding rusty pump shotties

Get to dumping these bodies

'fore the dumb police on me

I'm a criminal

Reckless crimes

I commit, I'm cruel

In the depths of the night, aye

[Verse 2]

Sinner, gun driller

Young slitter, cut in ya

Sick, cold, been told

Wrist fold with the big pole

Slash your adams apple

Fill a bathtub then relax in it

Collapse the room in blackness

With 6 candles lit, chant backwards shit

Then grab a fucking bottle

Smash the bottom, run 'round, cut up bodies

Gag on it, chew glass all off it

Swallow it and gash my tonsils

Man, I'm fucked up, insane

A demon stuck here in pain

Until nothing remains

[Chorus]

Cos this hole is cold yeah my soul is lost

Grip hold of that pole, pick off

Bitch fold, I'm evolving to god

Shit moulds, and encloses to one

So run

And keep running

You're done

Once he's coming