Hairless Bared meet This demonic figure
With slouched back and walk so vigour
He will cut you Pierce you and laugh with your
screams
Leave you a bloody message to prove he is supreme
Blood dripping from your cuts you will stare
helplessly
You will cry out loud and beg him for mercy
He loves to hear you scream you better not stop
Or he will bash you with his axe and keep you as a
prop
He will keep you as a trophy. He will laugh at you
everyday
So better stay awake and scream and weakly there
you lay
Till you give up the ghost he will sharp his knife And
drag you up to his palace
And let you rot there for the rest of your life
His name is Mickey Malice
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