Mad Butcher

Mad Butcher A fire is burning in his eyes His brain is in war and the evil will rise His blood is black, it's scalding hot Now he's got to ramble, He knows that's his lot Through the Blackstreets of the town His steps are clanging Now he's wanton, oh he's panting In his hand a blade of solid steel Now it's the time you got to feel Mad Butcher He feels his driving, satisfaction he needs He's watching you p***y, he will get his food And when he arises you think it's a lover But he likes strange practices, you'll discover You lie on your bed, your view real seems great But instead of his prick, He's drawing his blade Oh he's so tender, when he makes love to you That you couldn't stand it, It's a pity for you