Song for Daisy - JT Music

Even though I lost you

I won’t let it break me

You can call me crazy

But I do it all for you, Daisy

They took you from me

My sweet little bunny

Now I need to crash this demonic convention

And kill every fuckin' body

ATTENTION!

To our mortally challenged neighbors

Who came here for Satanic labor

This is a quick disclaimer, before you invade Earth

Please sign this waiver

In the event of your death, I obtain all rights to claim your health

And I’m not accountable for any amount of pain I’ve dealt

Like decapitation, lacerated veins

Melted innards and incineration — and that can make a smell

Ammo is currency — and I’ve earned a great wealth

You’re gonna hear about it — because I hate stealth

Bring your appetite, y’all about to taste shells

Welcome to the realm where an unbridled rage dwells

Whether you’re demonic or divine — praytell

Why did you wake me?

You just raised Hell

I’m made in God’s image, flyer than an angel

But they set some ground rules by which I don’t play well

Can’t hold me down, I’m a force unstoppable

Hoppin' around like the floor was lava, you’ll

Meet your Makyr when I get to shakin' your hand

By shake it, I meant to say I’m quick to break it and then

Take it and replace your goddamned face with it

I get such a rush dislocating appendages

I’m like a bloodhound tryna get my gore meter filled

Lookin' for Eternal glory because glory can kill

I put angels in their graves, got’em rolling in the ground

Cuz before their death I told I’m «holier than thou»

Even as a child I was so ferocious and loud

«Mommy, I just broke a fleshy bloody totem I found!»

(YEAH!)

Fists clenched, and I’m gonna Blood Punch ya

I’m drenched in it, after I’ll gut ya

From my head to my toes, I’m all covered

Rattle what’s left of your skeletal structure

I’m one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher

Won’t rest till I slaughter all of ya

Hit the jets, I’m comin' to hunt ya

Stampin' on ya cranium, call me Skull Kruncher

Ya know… I was gonna make that my gamertag

But some asshole already took it

And I’m gonna fucking kill him!

You’ll need bigger feet if you wanna fill my boots — why?

Don’t you know that old joke about shoe size?

And the correlation with that thing between your two thighs?

Lucifer, you have hooves — that’s true, right?

Don’t you blame the cold, I won’t let that excuse fly

Go on and overcompensate if it gets you by

While I hit the stage, belchin' flames, hella rude

I’m advocatin' Satan be the next brute I crucify

I’m in a Slayer kinda mood, like a Doomguy

Anger in my veins, pulsatin' in my huge bis

Don’t need sleeves when I hunt demons dude, my

Chainsaw’s swingin' both ways, like a goodbye

If that went over your head, this won’t

My Crucible never misses — it just don’t

If atheists want proof of a god

I’ll give it to 'em with a runnin'-gunnin' boot to the jaw

You see I used to be a non-believer just as well

Till I took a look in the mirror and I saw myself

And then I realized I was on another level

Obligatory Mick Gordon reference — METAL

Fists clenched, and I’m gonna Blood Punch ya

I’m drenched in it, after I’ll gut ya

From my head to my toes, I’m all covered

Rattle what’s left of your skeletal structure

I’m one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher

Won’t rest till I slaughter all of ya

Hit the jets, I’m comin' to hunt ya

Stampin' on ya cranium

Even though I lost you

I haven’t let it break me

Maybe I’m crazy

But I did it all for you, Daisy

They took you from me

My sweet little snuggle-puffer

So if I can’t kill them

I’ll just make them fuckin' suffer

Fists clenched, and I’m gonna Blood Punch ya

I’m drenched in it, after I’ll gut ya

From my head to my toes, I’m all covered

Rattle what’s left of your skeletal structure

I’m one hell of a sucker-blood-puncher

Won’t rest till I slaughter all of ya

Hit the jets, I’m comin' to hunt ya

Stampin' on ya cranium, call me Skull Kruncher