Verse 1: I'm the butcher, the master of pain I'm the one who rules the game I've got a new victim, trapped in my lair My mind's racing, thinking of ways to ensnare Verse 2: I'll make him suffer, I'll make him pay For every single thing he's done, I'll make him stay I'll torture him, until his very last breath He'll beg for mercy, but I'll show him death Verse 3: I'll start with the basics, a little bit of pain A little bit of blood, a little bit of shame I'll cut off his fingers, one by one I'll make him scream, until his voice is gone Verse 4: I'll burn his flesh, with a hot iron rod I'll make him feel, like he's in a living hell of god I'll break his bones, with a heavy mallet I'll make him feel, like he's in a world that's unbalanced Verse 5: I'll hang him upside down, by his toes I'll make him feel, like he's in a world of woes I'll slice his skin, with a rusty blade I'll make him feel, like his life is a charade Verse 6: I'll pour salt, on his open wounds I'll make him feel, like he's on the moon I'll put him in a coffin, and let him suffocate I'll make him feel, like his life is up for fate Verse 7: I'll electrocute him, with a car battery I'll make him feel, like he's in a tragic comedy I'll whip him, with a barbed wire rope I'll make him feel, like he's at the end of his rope Verse 8: I'll drill his teeth, with a rusty bit I'll make him feel, like his soul is unfit I'll smash his face, with a lead pipe I'll make him feel, like he's in a world of tripe *Verse 9: I'll drown him in water, and bring him back to life I'll cut off his ears, and feed them to a knife I'll burn his eyes, with a lit cigarette I'll make him wish, he was never met I'll put needles, underneath his nails I'll cut off his legs, and watch him flail I'll make him eat, his own flesh I'll make him feel, like he's a mess I'll make him listen, to his own screams I'll make him wish, it was just a dream I'll make him suffer, in every way I'll make him pay, every single day Verse 10: I'll make him feel, like he's in my control I'll make him feel, like he's in a black hole I'll make him beg, for his own death I'll make him feel, like he's out of breath Verse 11: I'm the butcher, the master of pain I'm the one who rules the game I've got a new victim, trapped in my lair And I'll make him feel like he's in a world of despair.