Yvonne's gonna die with a janitors tool.
Whip this kid, like what they use to do in school.
Eyes diluted in terror, kid knows she gonna die.
Break her skull open, then sweep the chips that fly.
I'll bust her rib cage, internal bleeding is expected.
Send her to the hospitol, watch her chest be disected.
Come out of the closet, carrying a broom as I leave.
Finish what I started, this time she won't breath.
next: Blindfold.
