Mad Butcher

Mad Butcher A fire is burning in his eyes His mind is psychotic and the evil will rise his blood is black, it's scalding hot Now he's got to ramble, he knows that's his destiny Through the backstreets of the town His steps are clanging Now he's horny, searching for flesh In his hand a blade of steel Now it's time you must feel Mad Butcher He feels his driving, satisfaction he needs He's watching your pussy, you will be his food When he appears you'll think he is a lover Strange way of loving, you will discover You lie on your bed, your expectance is rising But instead of his prick, he's taking his blade Oh he's so tender when he makes love to you That you can't stand it, it's a pity for you Through the backstreets of the town His steps are clanging Now he's horny, searching for flesh In his hand a blade of steel Now it's time you must feel