I crawl up the grass to your window
And then open up your room very slow.

I walk into your bedroom
Then I look at you with your seven months pregnant womb

I get your husband to your front bedroom
I cut his balls of with my knife
I make him eat them right there
In front of his pregnant wife
He's into his balls off
I look at him very slow

As he bleeds to death on the floor
I want you to say don't do any more

I look at your big heavy stomach
It's already moving a little bit with your baby
I use the carving knife from your kitchen
I start to perform the operation
You say "No, no don't do that!"
I say, "I don't give a ... cat's whiskers."

I pull out your baby
I chew his hand off with my teeth
I lick him clean
It's obscene
As you bleed to death I kill it
I'm just a wicked boy