come at you with a hatchet, wrap your body up in versace, keep a finger or two for lickin, pussy fuckin & haling taxis
matter of fact i might keep your whole body, feed it to my wife and kids, my family, enough meat on you to feed a whole fuckin army
fat boy
its comin, at worlds end, i'll send you around the bend, flip you then dip you in an acid filled blend-er, bender, i'm straight up set trends, a murderous individual with multiple layers and dens, full of glorious weapons to tease your bitch in a game of hostel with Jason and Freddy my best friends.