You sit in shorts that are yellow & brown (You know)
I'm Vulgar like the clown and from The Town That Dreaded Sundown/

You don't know my name only know that I'm sickening
with devices in the attic for selected new victims/

A ruffies drop got you impaired
I tied you to a chair because I don't care/

It's time to get sick I bust a little chuckle
The hammer goes smack on your fingers & your knuckles/

Were gonna play a game the Jigsaw already thought of
You can die in here today handcuffed or you can Saw it off/

Call in the soldiers I'm going out the hardway
I'll keep taking lives I don't care what they say/

My stereo's loud so you don't disturb the neighbours
While I enjoy your screams & your flavours/

Cus I am the holder of your life like I was cancer
If you open the Book Of The Dead you'll get your hand slashed/

I am the keeper of your life like I was cancer
You can ask me questions but you won't find the answers/

Your breasts, my saw, your screams, no breath
D - E, A - T, H - YOUR DEATH!!!/

I keep it low profile I'm a hermit
Then I got busted for a fuckin' parking permit/(You know why)

He searched the trunk & found fifty bags of limbs
And I got caught by a stinking fat pig/

I fly right out on bail cus my lawyer's fly
Went and killed the cop who booked me.....Just to watch him die/