Brass Knuckle Abortion

You i despise
Killing the child don't care about you
A brutal attack when the killing is done i'm coming for you

Cunt, bitch, i'll kill that child in you
You won't need to see a doctor
Your snatch will bleed and gush out fetal excrement
Fetal homicide ,with one quick punch to your fucking filthy gut
The little rat will subside leaving you to an embryonic
Mess
Your covered in cysts
Spewing out my hatred
I'm beating on you
If nothing else violence will do

So this all must be
All of me has no love
I must kill for me
The violence is almost done
Cunt, bitch, you won't need a doctor
Your snatch was taunting me
Your face it arouses me
My pee will cover you

Fetal homicide, sick blood clots ,sores around your cunt
Such a mess...

I must kill you now, to save your flesh
Flesh to mount on my wall...
To rape your cunt and just for me...
All these things are a
Violent spree on your wife