x 2 kill that shit kill that shit kill that shit kill that shit kill that shit kill that shit kill that shit kill that shit necro empty pathologist demolishes the collagen in your face when i smash you with a solid fist over politics get your wallet picked by satanic scientologists acknowledge this i m in a professionally insane condition i cut vein incisions in you so badly they need stitching by specially trained physicians your death certificate is insignificant paper no different than you lasted terrific eulogy wipe my shit with it you need proper protection from a person like me that feels no affection for your life i control the direction of ya future dead you look like a droid i see through the void in your skull so we can t leave the casket open you re too destroyed you better show respect with seriousness or the fear of your sickness of death you will experience this another key turned to the essence you ve returned from the presence of your corpse a great deal can be learned x 2 slice you open with a y shaped incision cause i hate religion and fear no god so there s no consequences when i make decisions so fucked bless the dead shit i ll desecrate you by suffocating you with the pillow that the dead person rested his head with a stabbing fatality many abnormalities in your abdomen cavity except for gravity there s no blood pressure so no blood squirts when i sever no blood on my shirts whenever i work it s a perverse pleasure what do i need the bible and satan for when i can start my own religion like carving opening skulls with vibratin saws planting microchips lobotomies the pre requisite to joining is money come down to our office for a visit blending your cartilage stick you like a nintendo cartridge listen to the crescendo of your heart twitch all your fault the power drill in your skull vault like pole vault shaven bald appalled it s called assault x 21