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THE STALKER BY: DIzzIE I bathe in the blood of your unborn child The demon inside me has really gone wild I blow up the Town Hall And then go stalking at the local shopping mall I find a target Her name is Mrs.Margret I follow her to the shoe department And then I go to her apartment I hit her with a baseball bat And then I skin her little cat I poke Mrs.Margret with poisoned darts And I chop her into little parts I put the pieces around the house As I eat a juicy mouse I hide in the attic Because here comes Pattic He is the son of Mrs.Margret Now he is the new target I creep behind him holding gasoline Not to be confused with kerosene Now he is on fire And I have almost fulfilled my desire Now Mr.Margret comes home He sees his family dead in his home He silently gets a knife and puts it to his throat Then he lies in his blood, moaning like a goat I bathe in the blood of his unborn child The demon inside me has really gone wild