Back your sick face
With my fist, you'll pay
Irate, in me
With my hate, you'll see
Gut your flesh, pig
In the acts of violence
With this feeling of a sick perversion
In the acts of violence
By my words, I'll give you pain
Knife the victim's throat
With this blade, you'll bleed
Dying internally
Watch you die, I'll see
Gut your flesh, pig