Thompton

There once was a boy named Thompton
He liked to cut off extremities
Crafting guillotines, drinking kerosene
First he'll start with your pinky
And once you're on the surgery table
He'll rip your phallus, replace it with labia
Time for you to say goodbye to your trachea
He'll sell your gore to a dealer in Somalia

Injecting, incising
Disgorging and circumcising
Losing your toenails inch by inch
You do not deserve this, you son of a bitch
You won't live on, never achieve your dreams
You won't survive, you will scream
And when he's done, oh little Thompton
Will rip your face and hit it with his johnson

Food, food
You taste very good

Blood, blood
Come meet yr doom

Fire, fire
You're at the pyre

Liar, liar
Your death is dire

Death, death
He wants your breath

Mess, mess
There's nothing left

Head, head
It's all in your head

Slice, dice
You're fucking dead

All he wants in the end
Cut off your extremities and hear you beg
It brings him pleasure, isn't that nice?
Accept your fate and feel the slice!