Mutilation Escapade

Victim one I cut out his tongue with a machete, and turned his head into a plate of spaghetti.

His blood squirted all over the walls, a dull pair of garden shears... off with his balls.

Victim two was number ones wife, she was mutilated with a antique set of kitchen knives.

I chopped her up and made the spaghetti sauce, whoops... wheres the meat...In with number ones balls.

Next was the kiddies they were in the sandbox, caved there little skulls in with a couple rocks.

now their six feet under buried in their little sandbox

I torched one and two and dance around the fires, made smores sitting on a old rusty truck tire.

my job is done off i go with a smile on my face, I'm not a serial killer just a mental case.