Back Yard
Dug a hole in the ground,
for the bodies that I found.
Scattered in my back yard,
there severely bruised and scarred.
Two women and three men,
I put them there,
but I forgot when.
Family was a pain in the ***,
sliced them up with broken glass.
Grass never been so green,
I felt like a killing machine.
It was easy, it was fun,
I'm far from being done,
Don't knock on my front door,
or you will be no more.
Back yard now filled with dead bodies,
to me their all just carbon copies.