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 black streets of the town
His steps are clanging
Now he's wanton, oh he's panting
In his hend 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 your pussy, he will his food
And when he arised you think it's a lover
But he likes strange practices, you'll discover
You lie on your bed,
You view real seems great
But instead of his prick
He's drawing his blade
Oh, he's so tender,
When he made love to you
That you couldn't stand it
It's apathy for you
Through the black streets of the town
His steps are clanging
Now he's wanton, oh he's panting
In his hend a blade of solid steel
Now it's the time you got to feel
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