if I go acipela you and A dozen bitchs are rotting in my cellar I'm dice they must've had a few screws loose trying to clap at me with dat duse duse when I put a full mag from my 45 in your brainpan now your all full of dat hot shit and your all are the secret in the sauce at my bbQ with Hannibal lecter &buffalo bill outing the with no eye's and anyone dat wants a piece come to house 313 and see headless manicane though my front door as u u look in &come in if you have the guts. I have your friends in plastic Tupperware an a bunch of bare women under the stair I'm always looking for more friend's to stay in my cellar till they pass because dead men tell no tales stop screaming you are starting to irrtate me. torchure &murdered are the things my other side craves I'm dr.jacel and mr.hydes older brother my heart is colder though I'm dice come meet me in my cellar 1