Walking out of the house, and I've been pumping hard iron, gotta gotta be strong for what awaits out there...
I started clenching my fists, and then got even more pissed because the pain in my wrists... God, the pain in my wrists...
Now, I'm behind the wheel... Thinking "what will I do... To that son-of-a bitch... When we meet face-to-face..."
I'm approaching his home, and I don't even know'im, But, from what I have heard, he's a horrible boy-friend... He beats on his girl-friends... What, a, waste...
And, I'll tell you what... This whole thing took place... When I walked through his door...
Hemorrhaging, followed by more agony.
Swimming in his own entrails, watching as his liver fails.
But, it's just the price he pays! He saw this moment coming... When he put his hand on her...
Cause I'm Mr. Slaughterhouse!
Walking out of his house, got blood all over my hands, but I don't even care cause it was worth it all... One less jerk in the world, one punch for ev-er-y girl, and I'll tell you this once... It was a whole lot of fun!
Now, I'm back in my car... And, I'm wiping my hands... Throw the rag in the back... With the bent pots and pans... Time to start mission 2... And, I'm in super pursuit!
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