Burning Skies - Precision Crippling

Violence that's uncensored proven to be wrong, hatred cried the coward, the victim gets jumped upon, out for the kill, where this faggot fulfills its faggot thrill.
Determined to do what it does the most, with its pussy henchmen, who are nothing when alone, it's been determined these pricks deserve to die.
Scarred on my brain are the blueprints of revenge, where the time marches on and the fighting never ends,
Knowing you will suffer and that time is getting short, where I will rape your face with a Molotov and knife your stinking ass, gut your fucking parents, hunt the rest with an axe,
Molesting all their innards with an AIDS-ridden blade, I will stop at nothing till these cowards have been slayed.
You're rotting, locked away with your ass used as a cunt, getting penetrated daily and taking dick from the front,
Fucking stupid pansy, it's the least that you deserve, getting red socked and beaten. Precision crippling, now you pay. Gormless retard, gormless twat.
Knowing you will die and the fact I'm still alive makes you cry away inside and I'll be laughing whilst you die slow.