I ain’t evil sometimes I just lose my temper Having thoughts of people flailing in embers Bashing skulls with a hefty piece of timber Til their breathing and body stops it’s shimmers Most of all to stop their whimpers Watching the light in their eyes growing dimmer Then extinguish them out like candlelight’s Feel like God with the hand of sleight when I fucking smite Gets on my nerves You’ll get what you deserve Hatred fuels me often, it’ll put me in an early coffin But before I go imma induce someone else to start coughing Vice grip on your necks no way my hands soften Day and night I do this often Murdering anybody with a razors edge Beating on victims with a bloody cudgel that’s why they call me Sledge