The Shed

You can get in, but you'll never get out 
Bubba is gonna get you, and your insides out! 
He is gonna strip your skin, and deflesh your bones 
Hanging on a meathook, while you scream and moan 
He will chop you to pieces, and he'll saw you in half 
And when all the work is done, he will wear your face 
There will be no more pain 
you will make no more soun 
All of you that is left 
will be decorating the shed!