When the Morning Comes

When the morning comes,
I'll fucking kill you,
I'll spill your fucking blood in sums,
Your whore too,
I hate your existence,
I hate your drunken suspicions,
I always wondered your subsistence,
Your stupidity seems to be one of your traditions,
You can talk and talk all you want,
But shut your mouth before I rip your fucking jaw off,
Stuff it in a box and send it to your aunt,
Did I say I would be soft?
Your a fucking fatass faggot on all levels,
So much now that I must release me devils,
I wanna stab you and play with your blood,
My emotions will pour out in a flood,
When the morning comes,
You better have said your goodbyes,
Taken your last tums,
And said your prayers before I cut out your eyes.