SCUMBAG - Bludgeoned to Death in the Bathroom

Face down in the bed sheets
She opens up my butt-cheeks
Tied up on the bed posts
Stretching, ripping, tearing holes
Breathing down my neck
Dripping wet with sweat
They all hear my screams
They don't care it seems

Plot my revenge
I'll send a message
My final stand
Frying pan in hand

Creep behind the shower curtain
Father's death is certain
Mother's death I'll follow through
Fuck the dog I'll kill him too

Slaughtered in the bathroom
Their flesh I will consume
Set fire to the room
Not caring was their doom

Plot my revenge
I'll send a message
My final stand
Frying pan in hand

Written by:
Dylan Cruz, Joseph Tesler

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