This is my slaughtering arm I hope that it is alright

I injured it the other day murdering you outright

Remember when you hit me with your car

I think that is when my shoulder went out

I reached through your window and you closed it on my elbow

You may have torn a tendon in there, I really don’t know

I do recall I twisted my wrist when I hit you

I didn’t notice it (something something something)

Later that night I tried to cut off your fucking head

It was going to be a pillow in my babies bed

A twinge of pain shot up my arm my hatchet missed its mark

It ended up smashing your face (something something)

Now here you are sitting with me on my couch

I can’t chop up your body to throw your parts out

My slaughtering hurts so I can’t do my job

The dead bodies are piling up no way to break them down

The doctor should look at my slaughtering arm

But that dude creeps me out he’s probably eating children now

Every time that he’s around he smells like underwear

Sometimes they have sex I hope they’re dead first

That’s off the topic but you should know

You broke my body I should kill you some mo’

Sitting next to me, not responding, on my bed

Now at least you’re dead but I won’t get paid

This is my slaughtering arm, my most important tool

Without it working right now I’m just a normal fool

Before you came along I could split a skull

Now with this wasted arm I can’t hit a bug

(something something something something)

I couldn’t hit you in the joints with enough force

Now it’s cracked and dangling I’ll have to saw it off

I’ll have work like my wife and saw stuff

This is my sawing arm it’s doing pretty good

But I miss the brutal impact of an ax