He breathes his vile breath No way you can stop him once his out In the tub he hides down deep He rips your face and no one hears you shout He's come for you, what wile you do He'll slash you and rip you and cut you in two Masgots crawling all throughout his skin When the razors grip beneath their chin
As the blood beging to splat In his sweater and his hat His rotted shouth smiles as you die His color's red and green His skin's not what it seams He rips at it and tears off his own flesh