Jack Torrance

Voices in my head they are telling me ignite the temper Feel the anger while my head hurts imagining murder based scenarios Just to calm me down or make me feel better What’s this, I got a message from the devil He is giving me suggestions, as a way to stop the pain Anything it takes to make the pain go away He saw in me a sick side the thrill of homicide Then he showed me some weapons I cannot believe my eyes He handed me an axe do you know what I can do with that? Hand it to a psychopath, go and try to make me mad Kill you in a flash when you see me with a mask Cops tying up a toe tag, zipping up your bodybag Saying that you’re lucky cuz there’s only one of me But that doesn’t mean shit, you will never run from me To take a piece of you imma see you start to bleed When I get my hands on you, prepare to die horribly Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Chop chop, chop shop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Jack Torrence, chop chop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Chop chop, chop shop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Jack Torrence, chop chop, chop chop Look at the clock, tick tock shit’s about to get fun When your body drops, about to get it on Caught you in my sight then I can catch you when you’re lost Having nowhere to run when you see me from the dark About to cut your wrist off, bout to snatch your wrist watch Cuz I’m pissed off get grabbed then you’re fucked I will take your severed arm I will shove it up your rectum If you think that’s fucked cuz yes I’m that sick f*ck Wanna know what else is fucked up I will stuff you to the garbage bag and toss you to the dump truck Get your blood and guts crushed Blunt trauma ain’t gonna stop with the anger that I got Everything about you sucks There is no use to try to keep the door shut because Either way you’re fucked what’s up what’s up Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Chop chop, chop shop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Jack Torrence, chop chop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Chop chop, chop shop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Jack Torrence, chop chop, chop chop Bodies piled high and the guts they are flying Throw a hatchet at your spine go ahead and try to fight me There is nothing you can do about it when you’re next to die See the evil in my eyes like the man from the shining Yeah the slicing and dicing is what my sick mind decided Hearing screaming and crying, when I see you at the scene of the crime Building up to your demise die painfully Knife in your spleen when I do my dirty deeds I will drag you to the street so I can purposely place you teeth on the curb To get a taste of the streets with the concrete in between To give a curb stomp with one or both feet Descend this mother fucker down so sickly, below six feet Dig your body up to sell your corpse illegally Chop your body parts each part sold separately Feels good to me when I cut your severed head at least To guarantee the dirty deed is done dead meat Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Chop chop, chop shop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Jack Torrence, chop chop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Chop chop, chop shop Chop chop, in the flesh Chop chop, swing the axe Chop chop, take your head Jack Torrence, chop chop, chop chop