All this Anger
all this hate
every time I masturbate
all these women
throngs and throngs
makes me wonder
why so long
every morning I awake
I awake to wake and bake
I have desire
I have need
I’ve got a pipe stuffed with good weed
I’ve got that need
I’ve got that urge,
from a pool of sweat I do emerge.
got a knife
got a rope
finally some fucking hope
grab that woman, just a girl
into the wall the bitch gets hurled.
Even before for she hits the ground
I proceed to pound and pound
every whimper, every cry
one for every female lie
there I leave her to gasp and choke
while i take a break to smoke
I always like to take a puff
right before I film the snuff
to be an artist, one must be tough
I understand her will to live.
Can’t you see I’m sensitive?