Jack Torrance

Voices in my head they are telling me ignite the temper
Feel the anger while my head hurts imagining murder based scenarios
Just to calm me down or make me feel better
What's this, I got a message from the devil
He is giving me suggestions, as a way to stop the pain
Anything it takes to make the pain go away
He saw in me a sick side the thrill of homicide
Then he showed me some weapons I cannot believe my eyes
He handed me an axe do you know what I can do with that?
Hand it to a psychopath, go and try to make me mad
Kill you in a flash when you see me with a mask
Cops tying up a toe tag, zipping up your bodybag
Saying that you're lucky cuz there's only one of me
But that doesn't mean shit, you will never run from me
To take a piece of you imma see you start to bleed
When I get my hands on you, prepare to die horribly

Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Chop chop, chop shop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Jack Torrence, chop chop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Chop chop, chop shop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Jack Torrence, chop chop, chop chop

Look at the clock, tick tock shit's about to get fun
When your body drops, about to get it on
Caught you in my sight then I can catch you when you're lost
Having nowhere to run when you see me from the dark
About to cut your wrist off, bout to snatch your wrist watch
Cuz I'm pissed off get grabbed then you're fucked
I will take your severed arm I will shove it up your rectum
If you think that's fucked cuz yes I'm that sick fuck
Wanna know what else is fucked up
I will stuff you to the garbage bag and toss you to the dump truck
Get your blood and guts crushed
Blunt trauma ain't gonna stop with the anger that I got
Everything about you sucks
There is no use to try to keep the door shut because
Either way you're fucked what's up what's up

Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Chop chop, chop shop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Jack Torrence, chop chop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Chop chop, chop shop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Jack Torrence, chop chop, chop chop

Bodies piled high and the guts they are flying
Throw a hatchet at your spine go ahead and try to fight me
There is nothing you can do about it when you're next to die
See the evil in my eyes like the man from the shining
Yeah the slicing and dicing is what my sick mind decided
Hearing screaming and crying, when I see you at the scene of the crime
Building up to your demise die painfully
Knife in your spleen when I do my dirty deeds
I will drag you to the street so I can purposely place you teeth on the curb
To get a taste of the streets with the concrete in between
To give a curb stomp with one or both feet
Descend this mother fucker down so sickly, below six feet
Dig your body up to sell your corpse illegally
Chop your body parts each part sold separately
Feels good to me when I cut your severed head at least
To guarantee the dirty deed is done dead meat

Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Chop chop, chop shop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Jack Torrence, chop chop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Chop chop, chop shop
Chop chop, in the flesh
Chop chop, swing the axe
Chop chop, take your head
Jack Torrence, chop chop, chop chop