From petty rubbish to uh, murder, arson, malicious wounding
Like a blowtorch, you know? The smell of burning flesh in the air, ha ha ha ha

It's all right, [?]
[?]
You know what my weapon of choice is?
[Moving on?]
Alright, you know what?
I should've killed them, slaughtered them
Get outta here

CUT YA FUCKING FACE OPEN YOU FUCKING CUNTS

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[?] faces sliced open
[?] worship
[?] faces sliced open
[?] worship
[?] faces sliced open
[?] worship
[?] until it's blistered

I got stabbed with an eight and a half inch butcher's knife, there. (What for?) Uh, oh, well, you know, this, all sorts of things, twice there, icepick straight through the heart there, Stanley knife across there, Stanley knife across there, Stanley knife, Stanley knife, Stanley knife here, bullet hole here, icepick here, Stanley knife