Pungent Stench Brain Pan Blues
I'm a man, I'm a very sick man I got one aim this is kill and kill again I was born with pain and pain I give back All I do with people is mangle, scalp and hack I kill as many I can I got no friends but you can call me slam I torture and make them bleed Strangulation, mutilation is my creed I strangle them with a rope Before I prefer to smoke a lot of dope I slaughter them without brain In the news they're telling I'm insane Brainpan blues Kill all the time - No day without a victim It's more than a crime, his condition state - Mentally confused I slice them with my knife Inside the body my right hand dive I butcher them for fun Or shoot them with my gun I choke them with a string When I murder I always sing I scalp and take their hair But before I ask them to be fair Brainpan blues I hack them and I slay When it's done, I start to pray I chop, carve and slash I rip, tear and I hash I impale them and I spear I leave them on the pale and disappear At last I drink their blood I eat their brains and I eat their mud Brainpan blues
