Panties, panties between ass cheeks Whose feet are unshaved? Look who brought the chainsaw! Back from market, filled with mid-prices To bring the joy To hard workers heart Shopping-cart with tools of his trade Plastic bag with missing limbs Coloured in red substance of those Whom he chose To chop to halves No need to say more None were left to pray Now back in work The beast on top of his game Like artist full of inspiration He sweats & farts To get the masterpiece done To get it done As mission nears to completion Another part is shredded & sewed The foam on the skin Razorblades under it Cracking of bones Juices flow Zombies now Are on the way