SPI, I am a demon-hairdresser with a flit strit from books
cutting miserable people regularly quickly, blitzkrieg
My name is Swei Todd, I kill for no reason
In Suva, not the way chose, shut up and do not shout
I swallowed the keys to the safe with my mind,
I need at least once a day to kill you, bitches,
Everything is super, while the seller makes the cutlet from your meat
And for lunch will give, preparing the cracking in the boiler
he is from the bones of rotting, pus and the juices of body
Ready, the process is not difficult. wheel of Fortune
I quietly, my world, the sea of blood is my element,
Lighthouse in the steppe violence, maniac poems
Yayaya (m ...) Labets, so much uhabin and pit
On the way, which I chose, because a dirty judge
deprived my wife my life and honor, my life broke just,
In return, I am a flesh of him, and I drink the decoction of bone.
Come visit the Son, come to visit
I will fire you nails, fuck, I will make nails
Carrying your throat, break the bones
I will open your skull, well what to look at