Mad Butcher

Mad Butcher A fire is burning in his eyes, his brain is in war and the evil will rise His blood is black, it's scalding hot Now he's got to ramble, he knows his destiny The Blackstreet's of the town His steps are clanging Now he's wanton, oh he's panting In his hand a blade of solid steel Now it's the time you got to feel Mad Butcher! He feels his driving, satisfaction he needs He's watching your pussy, you will be his food And when he appears you think it's a lover But he likes strange loving, you'll discover The Blackstreet's of the town His steps are clanging Now he's wanton, oh he's panting In his hand a blade of solid steel Now it's the time you got to feel You lie on your bed; your view real seems great But instead of his prick he's drawing his blade Oh, he's so tender, when he makes love to you That you couldn't stand it, it's a pity for you The Blackstreet's of the town His steps are clanging Now he's wanton, oh he's panting In his hand a blade of solid steel Now it's the time you got to feel