Slaughterhouse

My god boy! What have you done? Why? Why? (pig noises) You meen they were messing with your pigs? Jesus Christ boy, you can't just slaughter people 'Cause they mess with your hogs! Now we're in a heat patrol Shit! I buy you a new drumbuck cleaver for your birthday, and this is how you repay me? Sometimes you really piss me off! (Cat moaning) Well, at least you made good clean cuts. Deserted house of morbid death Chopped up bones and rotting flesh All that enter will be killed Cleaver splits your head in two Grinding up flesh Blood splattered death Corpses hang from sharp tell hooks Gutted, skinned, prepared to cook Deranged fuck squashes your head Laughing while you writhe in death Hacking off limbs Screaming victims