So I’m misogynistic? Call me what you wish But I know and you know she was asking for it Got my match and a gallon of gasoline I will burn every bridge that’s in between Burn it, burn it all to the ground So I am homicidal? Call me what you will I can’t help the fact that I was born to kill It’s getting hot in here You are dead in my hands You are dead in my eyes You are dead in my heart You are dead to this world