Butchered genitals, agony in general
Slash those cocks like a samurai sentinel
They call you Blade Master, I call you torturer
Target little children, never be a warrior
You say it’s just a snip as you steal the tip
But it feels like fire, but it feels like a rip
Do it all in the name of stopping masturbation
Do it all in the name of god’s favorite creations
But if I could hide behind a mystical deity
I could impale you with a spear against the ceiling
I could shove a chainsaw right up your ass
Give you a torture test that you’ll never pass
I could blame it all on who I pray to at night
I could call it freedom or my inalienable right
Doesn’t feel good when I’m the one with the blade
Chopping off your schlong, no more babies to be made
In case you want make a point about abortion
Don’t even try, because we know it’s extortion
A clump of cells ain’t got shit on a living child
Stop dicing dicks and adding to your growing pile
Blade Master, Blade Master, rest in little pieces
Know you can’t do fuck-all about sexual releases
Got no resume to take with you to heaven
Take the elevator down to the land of bad intentions
Tell the demons about the parents’ medical decision
Give them a lecture on what you call circumcisions
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