Mad butcher - a fire is burning in his eyes
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His mind is psycholic and the evil will rise
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His blood is black it's scalding hot
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Now he's got to ramble, he Lenows that's him destiny
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Through the backstreets of the town
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His steps are slanging
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Now he is horny, searching for a flesh
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In his hand a blade of steel
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Now it's time you're got it to feel
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Mad butcher
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He feels his driving satisfaction he needs
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He's watching your pussy you will be his food
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And when he appears you'll think he is a lover
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But he likes his strange way of loving, you will decover
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Through...
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You lie on your bed your expectence is rising
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But instead of his prick he's taking his blade
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Oh he's so tender when he makes love to you
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That you can't stand it it's a pity for you
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Through...
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Mad Butcher
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| Destruction |
