Lyrics

[Verse] I'm so sick, I'm a full-blown virus Take this blowtorch and I'll cauterise both your iris The son of Satan, I wanna fucking castrate ya Crucified to a cross, feel my knife penetrate ya You say I've gone too far but I ain't gone far enough I ain't gonna rest 'till I chop your head off I'm a bad man and I'm living in a bad world What face am I gonna wear today? What sick games am I gonna play? In my outback shed, I sharpen my blade, scrape scrape I'm gonna take my hammer to break break I'm an enigma, an evil presence Human only in physical form of malevolent sinister manifestation Call me the sick creator I'll inject myself with the ashes of Anton LaVey Play with rusty razor blades and I'll cut out your skin all day It's all work and it's no play, make Insan0 fucking crazy I take this machete and a chop on your skin like [?] [Outro] A little something to tide you over, motherfucker Vincent Price aka Insan0 Master of horror Bringing that brutal ill shit Underground, grimy, gritty, exploitation Grindhouse, [?] the fucking dirt, grease grime on the scumbag shit Free Charlie Manson!