Face turns red, veins are bursting
Just wanna beat the living fuck out of you
Enough is enough I said
You did not want to listen at all
You leave me no choice
But to show you the true meaning of hell
Domestic issues ‒ well you whore try to fucking reflect on this
Face turns blue, you cannot breathe
A whore like you deserves nothing else
As you are beaten into a bloody pulp
You might think you should have just shut up
No words can describe this feeling
So I let my fists do the talking
Tie her up and lock her into the cellar
Twist her mind beyond normal
A whore is a whore remember that
Teach obedience with an iron bar
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