Maria's mixing up the poison in the bathroom combines blue and green and brown and black and red She puts it on the doorstep of her neighbor whose feet
Tercüme: Ölüm Murder By. Bıçak yılında Goes, Guts Come Out.
that's her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, "
dead Storm Trooping in Monschau Here's another bite for spite My drill bit goes through the left side of your face and comes out the right So watch out
be stopped The train is fueled by chopped bodies Filled with sorrow There is no tomorrow Ticket is your life Ended by a knife Called the murder train
