*Theatre of Creeps by Circle Of Tyrants blares in the arena*
Circle Of Tyrants,
Circle Of Tyrants,
Attack you like the "Dawn Of The Dead".
Killa-mo enters the arena with a baseball bat and a staple gun around his neck.
I send you all to Satan, send you to the Devil decapitated,
Splattered, degraded, rather amazing manners of hatred manifestation,
The cannibal data-related to random standards of ********' faggots stabbed in they faces,
Buckets of acid, hitchike with truckers in traffic,
I'm stuck on a path where the outcome is nothing but tragic,
My outer appearance is nothing but average,
Inside of my brain structure, the primary function is madness,
Torture these chambers, puttin' blow torches to faces,
Corpses in my basement, torsos are my favorite,
Autopsy's invigerating, killing you is refreshing and liberating,
Playing with the dead is extensively tittelating,
Humans are extremely expensive but really tasty,
Sell you on the black market in pieces to anybody who pays me,
Limited quantity, culinary sodomy,
Unique cuisine, delicacy, the ultimate in quality.
FROM PARTS UNKNOWN. WEIGHING IN AT 260 POUNDS. HE IS THE 2010 DEADLY JAPAN DEATHMATCH GRAND PRIX WINNER AND THE "KIDNAPPER" OF THE WECW 24/7 HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP.. REPERSENTING BORN 2 DIE...THE OWNER OF XTREME WICKED WRESTLING.. KILLA-MO 187!
The Prince of evil erupts, cut you cunts into c**t lips,
You ********' f*****t punks, a bunch of sluts that'll suck d**k,
We bust clips at cops and trust kids with glocks,
We'll thrust in the ox, the puss drips and drops,
Rockin' bloody bone chains and veins, my coat's strange,
Known to indulge in pain, cracked skulls expose brains,
My God's forsaken me, there's carcass cookin' in my bakery,
Scrapin' off your skin and string it up my wall as drapery,
Dramatically battering you and vatically splattering you,
Sporadically ravaging like a scavenger do,
Sharpened claws ripped and tore your s**t,
You're dead and sure to twitch, b***h,
Your blood and piss is pourin' out of every orifice,
Corpse grizzly and grim, I use my scissors to trim,
The blue ghost from the host, as I efficiently skin,
Spin the record around, I chop your ventricles down,
You see my tentacles found you, now you enter the ground.
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Killa-mo grabs the mic and speaks.
Killa-mo: If i remember right. I made a title challenge for the GCW Xtreme Title...Guess they don't like what i've been doing in my own company X.2.W now ain't they? well it's ok. I'll make this final impact tonight than...Just you watch..and Take my ANGER out on my opponent because i am a violen...by nature type of person! So GCW Official's get the EMT's ready for the ER ride...cuz it's time to show that my opponent is just born to ********' die!
Killa-mo chucks the mike down as the crowd boo's the living hell out of him as he finishes his cigarette waiting for his opponent.
