Little Timmy

Little Timmy seems a bit off today, Little Timmy doesn't have very much to say He's got a little skip into his walk to the beat of his victim's last heartbeat And the blood on his overalls, fucking reeks Could it be all the names you through in his face or all the times you laughed as he swallowed it It sounds to me he had it with your shit And now he's out for blood, Are you happy now He's gonna use your intestines to hang you by the ceiling Burn you alive until you're screaming and Rip your heart out still beating So you better fucking run He's sending you to hell quite early mister, He'll film your death and fap to it later Watch how his eyes they twitch like a maniac, coke shot blood shot eyes of an insomniac He's had it up to here with your crap And now he's out for blood, are you happy now He's gonna use your intestines as a jump rope Cut off your dick and shove it down your throat And on the wall with your blood he wrote You better fucking run And now he's out for blood, Are you happy now He's gonna use your intestines to hang you by the ceiling Burn you alive until you're screaming and Rip your heart out still beating So you better fucking run Are you happy now He's gonna use your intestines as a jump rope Cut off your dick and shove it down your throat And on the wall with your blood he wrote You better fucking run