Song for Daisy
Even though I lost you
I won't let it break me
You can call me crazy
But I do it all for you, Daisy
They took you from me my sweet little bunny
Now I need to crash this demonic convention
And kill every fuckin' body aTTENTION!
To our mortally challenged neighbors
Who came here for Satanic labor
This is a quick disclaimer
Before you invade Earth
Please sign this waiver
In the event of your death
I obtain all rights to claim your health
And I'm not accountable for any
Amount of pain I've dealt
Like decapitation, lacerated veins
Melted innards and incineration - and
That can make a smell
Ammo is currency - and I've
Earned a great wealth
You're gonna hear about it -
Because I hate stealth bring your appetite
Y'all about to taste shells
Welcome to the realm where
An unbridled rage dwells
Whether you're demonic or divine - praytell
Why did you wake me? You just raised Hell
I'm made in God's image, flyer than an angel
But they set some ground rules by
Which I don't play well
Can't hold me down, I'm a force unstoppable
Hoppin' around like the floor was lava
You'll meet your Makyr when I get
To shakin' your hand by shake it
I meant to say I'm quick to break it and then
Take it and replace your
Goddamned face with it
I get such a rush dislocating appendages
I'm like a bloodhound tryna get
My gore meter filled
Lookin' for Eternal glory because
Glory can kill i put angels in their graves
Got'em rolling in the ground
Cuz before their death I told
I'm "holier than thou"
Even as a child I was so ferocious and loud
"Mommy, I just broke a fleshy
Bloody totem I found!" (YEAH)
Fists clenched, and I'm gonna Blood Punch ya
I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya
From my head to my toes, I'm all covered
Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure
I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher
Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya
Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya
Stampin' on ya cranium
Call me Skull Kruncher
Ya know i was gonna make that my gamertag
But some asshole already took it
And I'm gonna fucking kill him!
You'll need bigger feet if you wanna
Fill my boots - why?
Don't you know that old joke about shoe size?
And the correlation with that thing
Between your two thighs?
Lucifer, you have hooves - that's true
Right? Don't you blame the cold
I won't let that excuse fly
Go on and overcompensate if it gets you by
While I hit the stage, belchin' flames
Hella rude i'm advocatin' Satan be the
Next brute I crucify
I'm in a Slayer kinda mood, like a Doomguy
Anger in my veins, pulsatin' in my huge bis
Don't need sleeves when I hunt demons dude
My
Chainsaw's swingin' both ways, like a goodbye
If that went over your head, this won't
My Crucible never misses - it just don't
If atheists want proof of a god
I'll give it to 'em with a
Runnin'-gunnin' boot to the jaw
You see I used to be
A non-believer just as well
Till I took a look in the
Mirror and I saw myself
And then I realized I was on another level
Obligatory Mick Gordon reference - METAL
Fists clenched, and I'm gonna Blood Punch ya
I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya
From my head to my toes, I'm all covered
Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure
I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher
Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya
Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya
Stampin' on ya cranium
Even though I lost you
I haven't let it break me maybe I'm crazy
But I did it all for you, Daisy
They took you from me
My sweet little snuggle-puffer
So if I can't kill them
I'll just make them fuckin' suffer
Fists clenched, and I'm gonna Blood Punch ya
I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya
From my head to my toes, I'm all covered
Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure
I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher
Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya
Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya
Stampin' on ya cranium
Call me Skull Kruncher