Cuz I'm Victor the Killer,
they know about me.
On the mean streets of Philly
cuz ya might get shot,
the triggers on the cops
the dead and the quick
the dirt fills to the tip top, they sealed the lid
nice and tight in your grave, no oxygen in your brain. cuz I'm the killer named victor, of mice and men I'm quick to split ya, yo boy is lookin like it's about to go down, I'm the consecrator of wishes, I'll grant you one swing, because I'll only need one to get you oozing blood and feeling afraid for your spirit. Cuz I'll harvest ya ghost and put it in a bowl, and burn ya evil soul, I'll spread it on toast, ectoplasm jam as I pour another bowl of cereal made of broken hearts of widows I made, and the milk of children's tears...
Wait.. Whoa.. Whoaa.. Whooooaaaaaaa.............
Wait just a second now.
This Victor sounds like a pretty bad dude. I've created a monster.