DESCRIPTION:
From "Role Model"

[LYRICS]
(come here, girl...come here, girl...)

I run a chop shop but it isn't for cars
See, I'm a black market pedophile handling human parts
I go to major cities to chill in public parks
When her parent starts slipping I step in and take charge
They finally get off Twitter but the nightmare's began
"Where the hell is little Susie?" , chloroformed in my van
I'm already on the interstate; before you were late
She's in the hands of a scumfuck and about to get raped
She's on her way to my filthy flesh factory
Where she'll become a woman and die for the world to see
I take her down into my basement where we'll both be naked
You wont wear any clothes and you'll cry; "Aw, she's shaking"
I'm Mr. Cunt Snuffer, I videotape my work
Sell them off to perverts, they cater for the body worth
Slice their living flesh just to hear them scream through tape
Ejaculate down my leg when I hear their jaw break

In my chop house, I'm turning angels into lunch meat
[???????] when my blade seeps
Into human flesh; my occupation kills
The blood that spills provide sexual thrill
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In my chop house, you are forsaken
You're naked, segregated, packaged up, and sold off like bacon
When I get my claws on you, purity's destroyed
But you're beauty's froze forever in the frame of a polaroid

I wear a pig mask when I have them on cam
I could be their father, brother, or cousin; they don't know who I am
I talk to them like I've known them for years
Its helps them get through the pure movements and fight back the tears
Until they see the hacksaw, then they start to get worried
Because with the blood spraying in their eyes their vision gets blurry
The novacane and heroine have got them all numb
I saw off every limb leaving only gushing nubs
I sell the bodyparts to collectors and necrophiles
I keep the torso intact; it can bring a couple hundred-thou
As long as the vagina's still attached
Sick-fucks pay good scratch for a decayed child snatch
I sharpen my knives before I fillet
Because today you become a product like some grade-A steak
They pray somebody finds them before I mutilate
But when I say "Smile for the camera" its already too late


In my chop house, I'm turning angels into lunch meat
[??????] when my blade seeps
Into human flesh; my occupation kills
The blood that spills provide sexual thrills
In my chop house, you are forsaken
You're naked, segregated, packaged up, and sold off like bacon
When I get my claws on you, purity's destroyed
But you're beauty's froze forever in the frame of a polaroid
(2x)