Slaughterhouse

My god boy! What have you done?

Why? Why?

(pig noises)

You meen they were messing with your pigs?

Jesus Christ boy, you can't just slaughter people

'Cause they mess with your hogs!

Now we're in a heat patrol

Shit! I buy you a new drumbuck cleaver for your birthday,

and this is how you repay me?

Sometimes you really piss me off!

(Cat moaning)

Well, at least you made good clean cuts.

Deserted house of morbid death

Chopped up bones and rotting flesh

All that enter will be killed

Cleaver splits your head in two

Grinding up flesh

Blood splattered death

Corpses hang from sharp tell hooks

Gutted, skinned, prepared to cook

Deranged fuck squashes your head

Laughing while you writhe in death

Hacking off limbs

Screaming victims