Whacked (Fleshgrind)

Watching the victim plead For an immediate death Torture is the worst kind Of brutal punishment Life slowly erodes Never ending agony Unbearable pain In and out of conciousness Hoping for a fast death That seems so far away Beg for your death Hoisted upon the meathook Anally impaled Rectum engulfing the meathook In excruiating pain Your screams cause delight Watching in horror as your your fucking sodomized As this wasn't enough Your knee caps were smashed With hammers Methodical torturing Torture everlasting Electric shocks to the ball sack Cattle prod just warming up Deprived of your manhood Through the use of a cattle prod pouring water on your genitalia Blistered and burnt testicles Turning and twisting Ripping your rectum wide Burnt flesh in the air Down on the meathook you slide Screams of pain being at the end Gates of pain open up wide If burnt testicles wasn't enough Ice pick pierces burnt flesh Fluid and blood leak through wound just made your screams are so loud But no one can hear It's living not dying is your fair Shoved into your ureatha Repitive stabbing of gentalia Crimson streams exit your prick Bludgeoned cock lies hopeless, not much left taking your last breath in the last moments Died upon the meathook, Mob boss satisfied Body finally lies lifeless Eyes sunken in, turn green Your coffin is a trunk of a car Homemade funeral for the past Another victim has been whacked!