Deviant - Chopping up bodies lyrics

(Verse 1 - Ratchet) Some prefer an axe. But me? I like my machette It dice you up like spaghetti. So precise when beheading So freaking nice the way it slice. Only used it twice, but already I have decided no more knives in my life. Mhmm. New Beginnings Carving silverware outta the bone, so that I can consume up the meat of the dead See my oven? The little light's red. Inside of my oven? Somebody named Fred Sipping blood from a cup that I sculpted from the skull of some dude I found drunk in his bed First I chopped off his head and got head from his head. Then I got in his bed for more head! (Haha) Nutted then gutted him. Cut him to shreds. Nothing was said, I just watched as he bled Discovered his mother up under the covers. I rubbed her then covered her covers with red Drugged her, then subtly put her to rest. Shut up, you love it. So murderous. Yeah! Fetched me a shovel and dug up a deep hole, and burried her chest, and her stomach and legs. (Ate the rest, haha!) (Hook) All I wanna do is chop, chop, chop, chop, chop up a body Chop-chop-chop-chopping up bodies is one of my favorite hobbies At the park after dark, or in the middle of a packed out rich hotel lobby I'm chop-chopping up bodies. It's one of my favorite hobbies I just chop chop chop chop chop em. (Hearts still beating? Watch me stop em.) Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop em. (Cook em; Eat em. Mmmm. So rotten.) I just chop chop chop chop chop em. (Blood to drink, while I feast off em.) (I chop chop, ain't no stoppin me when I'm choppin. Chop chop chop em!) (Verse 2 - Lady Succubus) Some like em well done. I like em so rare they're breathing Get so aroused by their screaming. I get wet seeing them bleeding See I'm fiending. I need it. You're face? b**h, please! I will eat it You'll get erased, hoe. Deleted. Without a trace, s*ut. I mean it! I'm that b**h with a blade and a mask. Jack in my flask, just having a blast Hacking cadavers in half and then stacking them smack in the back of my daddys old shack Slash em and gash em then bag em like trash. Attackin em. Wrappin em, gag em, and laugh. (Maniacle laughter) I stab em! I stab em! I stab em! I stab em, til I have enough blood for a bath See, I lure them to my dungeon with my nice, big, tits Then I slice, cut, slit their f**ing thighs, neck, wrists As the vein wine drips, I take me nine fine sips Before my knife slides in, rips, and I dive right in. (Mmm. Delicious!) (Hook) All I wanna do is chop, chop, chop, chop, chop up a body Chop-chop-chop-chopping up bodies is one of my favorite hobbies At the park after dark, or in the middle of a packed out rich hotel lobby I'm chop-chopping up bodies. It's one of my favorite hobbies I just chop chop chop chop chop em. (Hearts still beating? Watch me stop em.) Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop em. (Cook em; Eat em. Mmmm. So rotten.) I just chop chop chop chop chop em. (Blood to drink, while I feast off em.) (I chop chop, ain't no stoppin me when I'm choppin. Chop chop chop em!) (Verse 3) (Ratchet) Ive got the corpses of four who*es from the cor-nor store In the floorboard of my four by four four door ford Gore disgorged. It pours from the poor who*es sores That my swords force tore, but I need more, before I'm bored So I met up with the wife, who just finished sharp'nin' her knife In her blue and pink volkswagon bug, covered in blood from just taking a life (Lady Succubus) I told him to follow behind, 'cause I've got some plans for the night That involve a lot crimson flowing and people screaming in fright No remorse for the torqued cord around those adored who*es gords Except of course the coarse four course s*ut-porridge we gorged Before luring some more bored, ignorant, dorks toward A dark forrest, and forcing forks in their pores till they're for sure... f**ing dead (Hook) All I wanna do is chop, chop, chop, chop, chop up a body Chop-chop-chop-chopping up bodies is one of my favorite hobbies At the park after dark, or in the middle of a packed out rich hotel lobby I'm chop-chopping up bodies. It's one of my favorite hobbies I just chop chop chop chop chop em. (Hearts still beating? Watch me stop em.) Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop em. (Cook em; Eat em. Mmmm. So rotten.) I just chop chop chop chop chop em. (Blood to drink, while I feast off em.) (I chop chop, ain't no stoppin me when I'm choppin. Chop chop chop em!)