Get off my knife...

Nah, I got this one in the bag.
Stick 'em deep,
then hitch and drag.
Just wait until we reconnect
and I ginger-snap
your f*ck*n' neck
like a pitbull with a ragdoll toy.
I'll have my way with you, little boy
you've reached the traitor's level 9
now that you woke the devil
I'm Little Horn and demon scorned
The Mega-Beast has been reborn

Stun you with my thundergun
Dumb son of a b*tch, I'll crack you one
Blast your f*ck*n' skull to pieces,
Get you fitted for a new prosthesis.
Drawn & quartered - schmuck fillet
Like a butterfly's wings, your skins are splayed.
Strippin' sinew off every tendon
Acid bathe the skeleton then
Baby, come to Papa Satan
Pinch yourself and get to wakin'
Dead and gone and 6 feet down
Commit your carcass to the ground

"Oh my god!" is right.
Best pray to him tonight
Scratch your itch
Get off my knife
Gonna take ya' down, snitch
Take your life

(they never should have let me out of the looney bin
it's been fifteen years and I still amount to nothin'
their therapies could never amend my beliefs
you call it psychosis if that helps you to sleep
you would have thought by now
there would have been a reprieve
yes, maybe for you, but not for me
this ain't goin' down the way that you think
there wasn't a f*ck*n' soul there to save
when the gates of hell opened up on me
so you're sh*t out of luck
not that I give a f*ck
I just ran out of compassion and mercy
for your kind, your breed)

"God save me!" is right
but there ain't no God in sight
Give up that ghost
Get off my knife
I'm gonna miss you most
and hit you with all my might