ima full metal jacket, (sniper shot) i run the tracks of life and death as i walla walla in the mud, and ima crocadile just sloshin in the thickening of the sludge, i eat the compition so no need to hold a grudge, its all swamplands full of chocalaty fudge, as are boots touch to the ground nose to the nudge, its sneak in slick as you can slime up stab the enemy in his or her neck and cut from behind the thicket , do it from behind and push the blade out from yourself and there is the golden ticket, dont panic your opponents body will be silenced and somewhat convolusing and gasping, and my favorite part as i drag them down is the vibration of the final twitching, its almost like in all, you are kinda destiching a cloth, and just in the rest of it you kinda get off, barf! and then eat the body cause your hungry or just to hide the evidence there of a bloody bear hug, awwwwwee (what do you think about that clarice,)rawr) your insane your hannibal hector, and i will i will arrest yah, you will never eat another person again, that i swear hector, (who are you to try and stop meeee!!!!rawrrrrr) alright clarice you got me for now, will you hand me that pen over there on the ground, rawr no no no ahh zing zing zing shish drip drip drip drip drip drip. closet the curtains your to young to watch this part of the act upon display (chewing sounds)