Song for Daisy

Even though I lost you I won't let it break me You can call me crazy But I do it all for you, Daisy They took you from me My sweet little bunny Now I need to crash this demonic convention And kill every fuckin' body Attention! To our mortally-challenged neighbors Who came here for satanic labor This is a quick disclaimer Before you invade earth Please sign this waiver In the event of your death I obtain all rights to claim your health (yup) And I'm not accountable for any amount of pain I've dealt (sorry) Like decapitation, lacerated veins (ooh) Melted innards and incineration, and that can make a smell (argh) Ammo is currency, and I've earned a great wealth You're gonna hear about it because I hate stealth Bring your appetite, y'all about to taste shells Welcome to the realm where an unbridled rage dwells Whether you're demonic or divine, pray tell Why did you wake me? You just raised hell I'm made in God's image, flyer than an angel But they set some ground rules by which I don't play well Can't hold me down, I'm a force unstoppable Hoppin' around like the floor was lava, you'll Meet your Makyr when I get to shakin' your hand By shake it, I meant to say I'm quick to break it and then Take it and replace your goddamned face with it I get such a rush dislocating appendages I'm like a bloodhound tryna get my gore meter filled Lookin' for eternal glory because glory can kill I put angels in their graves, got 'em rollin' in the ground 'Cause before their death I told 'em that I'm "holier than thou" Even as a child I was so ferocious and loud "Mommy, I just broke a fleshy bloody totem I found!" Fists clenched and I'm gonna blood punch ya I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya From my head to my toes, I'm all covered Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya Stompin' on ya cranium, call me Skull Kruncher Ya know... I was gonna make that my gamer tag But some asshole already took it And I'm gonna fucking kill him You'll need bigger feet if you wanna fill my boots, why? Don't you know that old joke about shoe size? And the correlation with that thing between your two thighs? Lucifer, you have hooves, that's true, right? Don't you blame the cold, I won't let that excuse fly Go on and overcompensate if it gets you by While I hit the stage, belchin' flames, hella rude I'm advocatin' Satan be the next brute I crucify I'm a in a slayer kinda mood, like a doomguy Anger in my veins, pulsatin' in my huge bis Don't need sleeves when I hunt demons, dude, my Chainsaw's swinin' both ways, like a goodbye If that went over your head, this won't My Crucible never misses, it just don't If atheists want proof of a god I'll give it to 'em with a runnin', gunnin' boot to the jaw You see, I used to be a nonbeliever just as well Till I took a look in the mirror and I saw myself And then I realized I was on another level Obligatory Mick Gordon reference, METAL Fists clenched and I'm gonna blood punch ya I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya From my head to my toes, I'm all covered Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya Stompin' on ya cranium... Even though I lost you I haven't let it break me Maybe I'm crazy But I did it all for you, Daisy They took you from me My sweet little snuggle-puffer So if I can't kill them I'll just make them fuckin' suffer Fists clenched and I'm gonna blood punch ya I'm drenched in it, after I'll gut ya From my head to my toes, I'm all covered Rattle what's left of your skeletal structure I'm one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher Won't rest till I slaughter all of ya Hit the jets, I'm comin' to hunt ya Stompin' on ya cranium, call me Skull Kruncher