Body Parts

Pop the lock box swingin' the sledge
 My freezer full of body parts:
 Legs, arms and heads
 I keep the intestines in bottles right up under my bed
 A batch of bladders bottled up in the shed
 I chuckled and said
 "Steven keep it cool and come walking in my direction
 Nothing personal, I need your intestines for my collection"
 Fetching for a serial killer
 But not fo' rilla
 No protection when I'm snatching your bladder like it was thriller
 Pounced on him like a gorilla
 The vertically flipped the [?] for life
 Covered his mouth, turned him over, stabbed him in the back twice
 Now in a pity the blood is starting to come out of his body
 With a Collie growling at the gate that won't leave me alone
 See I realised the mess I made dragging him out the trunk
 Plus I'm too faded to operate then cleaned it all up
 Visual Shutdown
 Stitch with a serial killer shuts down
 Killing Steven because there wasn't no such brown
 Dragging a 365 pound carcass around
 Not suspected just because I ain't the weirdest in town
 I was making the nightly rounds in my dusty police cruiser
 Working the graveyard, alcoholic abuser
 Kahlua in my coffee
 Box of donuts on the dash
 Creepin' in 50 mils an hour with a limp foot on the gas
 Passing by dark houses its lights out, its looking quiet
 A burst of a barking dog in the night
 Breaking the silence
 I put on my front lights and my brights
 Straining my eyes trying to find a sign of violence
 With an anxious pain in my privates
 I spied it-
 What looked to be a Collie on a leash
 On the other side of the gate with red stains on its feet
 Hopping out of the cruiser
 Approaching the place with gun drawn
 Danger was inherent but upon me it doesn't dawn
 So I stumbled along the lawn trying to be cautious
 Shaking my head to get sober
 The blood's making me nauseous
 Swallowing hard, scared
 Following bloody paw prints
 Knowing that the killer was close in my subconscious
 I heard some footsteps
 Either the dead is walking or the gig's up
 I heard something inside the house
 Its time for my pace to pick up
 Blood on the patio for that little Collie to lick up
 I put my gun in the holster started picking my night stick up
 Too much evidence
 Its evident I'm not alone in residence
 So I expose the blade again except without the hesitance
 So who's there
 Answer or I'm coming out and stabbin'
 Put your hand up and weapons down
 This is officer Gavin of the KC police
 We've got the property surrounded
 Shit I don't believe in that when no sirens have even sounded
 Got a running start at the house
 And put my shoulder to the door
 I broke the hinges, lost my balance
 Dropped my light stick on the floor
 It mad a splash
 Focused on the horror scene before me
 Feeling this real life not a Stephen King story
 I felt the knife hot in my back
 He must have stabbed me from behind
 And then again in the same spot but much harder this time
 I'm giving in
 He's twisting it
 Scraping against my spine
 [?] Blood running down my sides
 Body parts (Body parts)