The New York Chainsaw Massacre

Show me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t break your knees
I’ll tear you limb by limb
Then you’ll know what real pain is
Hearing you scream is so appealing
(Hell yeah)
I’m gonna take my time tonight
They won’t find you in the morning
Cause you’ll be (cause you’ll be), locked up in my trunk
And I’ll be on my way
To dig your grave
And drown you in the kerosene
Cause I’m feeling kinda hot tonight, yeah
I’m feeling hot tonight
Listen close, listen close
When I’m fucking talking
You’ll never guess what’s in store for you
Listen close, listen close
When I’m talking
The consequences are way past due
Look at me, look at me
One more fucking time
I swear this will be the last face you ever see
Look at me, look at me
One more fucking time
And beg for mercy
You turned your back on me
When I needed you most
Look at me now
I’m on top of the world
Go
Get fucked
Listen close, look at me
I’m care fucking free