Sally McNally

"This shit's fire"
"Last year, detective Dick Lubanus of Tallahassee Florida's Cold Case Unit dove into the 1988 murder of Sally McGuinness, who went missing after a night on the town. Three weeks later, her body was discovered, beheaded, in a wooden ravine, just two miles from home. Would DNA technology unavailable at the time of the murder finally reveal who was responsible for this heinous crime?"

The sick dude waits, looming. She enters the room to doom
He makes her get nude. The dick rapes her
And then takes and consumes a full broomstick up her butt
No bullshit, he duct tapes it shut
His dick skeets, she's deceased, at least at peace
He retrieves meat freezer keys
And opens it to a cold breeze, throws her in
Frozen, no degrees, so he'll have more when he please

"Don't miss Darkness Falls, Thursday night, the ID track"

It was a muggy midnight lightning storm (Lightning storm)
Bored with my wife, my penis wouldn't perform (The norm)
Stretched out on my couch, it happened to me (Happened to me)
Her story appeared on the channel ID, Murder TV
How quick she ripped and tore out my whole heart was a trip
Her picture crushed my soul down then sucked it right out through my dick (Loogie spit)
Her hair bouffant, eyeliner all heavy and smudged (And smudged)
Told me she was a head banging hair metal true 80's slut

Re-enactment dramatics
Bullshit tactics

Only two real pics of you?
One from '86, the other Christmas '82
You still split this wig, boo, couldn't hack it
Feathered hairdo, and leather jacket
Hot rock babe, too blurry old pics
Shown quick, left me with a furry swol dick
You're not just some dumb dead bitch from the past to me
Speaking that shit is blasphemy

Wait, keep that dead girl. She's beautiful

Since I seen you on that murder show, dreams keep coming back (Keep coming back)
I dream you're not from back then, you're from right now, in fact (Not wack)
We're roasting smores, then comes the big reality check
We leaned to kiss, then your head falls right into flames, rolls off your neck
Why did that fucker have to kill you so cold? (Kill you so cold)
Why are you from the 80's if you never got whacked? (You still be [?])
That re-enactment of your death was a shame
You can't replicate sweet dead Sally McNally, pal, you learn

Who was she? Tell me anything! She looked like a stoner, drinking, probably headbanged!

Her crime doc, for me, meant a strange life change
Content, for my wife, estrangement
Feeling a little deranged and bent
I set myself down to Sally's killer's arraignment
Now my ass down to Tallahassee
Found the gala quite classy. I'm in a suit and tie
I had to shoot the guy in the back. Quick, I dashed
He's dead now, with the devil's dick in his ass

Broad daylight, I'm graveyard shoveling
You don't give a fuck with the love I'm in, no

I'm Dig Dug, boo. Let's get you a bub
I'ma sleep with your boney bones and give 'em love
I hope that miss McNally is coming mummified
You feel me, Sally boo? Give me something I can ride
If we super lucky, it'll be a hole there
A hole anywhere. Fuck, I don't care. I'm trying to go there
Bitch, at least give me something to hump in
Just a clumping, a fucking lump or something

Damn. All bones. Just like my life. All bones

I wish there was more left of you than just bones (Than just bones)
As you and you killer in that poor room like I did won't bring you home
If you'd have had a daughter, that'd be the bomb
I'd be a wang-a-tang-a-banging that bad bitch out backward, picturing her mom

I'm back home. I guess I'll never get with ya
Sweet dead metal head, I'll never forget ya

Sally McNally, not just another dead name
A dead face, and reference to a case, then erased
No, baby, rewind, baby, be mine
I like your hairdo. Let me get near you
So, you met with disaster. No one has to know
Me and you, let's right a brand new forevermo'
Let me hear your laughter, a little giggling
Baby, live again. Let's get them titties jiggling
You ain't a dead bitch. You're just dead wrong
Or maybe dead dumb if you ain't headstrong
You only die when you've given up. Try getting up
Who gives a fuck? Fly around and live it up
How real are you? Feeling part two?
Three, four, five, six, bitch? Start to
Let's mix, switch autofix, quick
Fix all those chicks, give 'em pole dicks
Dead in '88, I said, "lady, wait"
You made it through to '92, I'm reminding you
Hard on the dillas, billion dollar billas
Resurrecting like Shangri-La pillas
So dead that dead talk, dead is '85
Born again, arive, how about a tenant drive?
665 round trip, you bare to dip
And don't forget, shit's over in a blip

"That's all you get, bitches! My bag is empty, just like your skulls! What the fuck are you still here for? Get the fuck out of my beautiful, flawless, rotting, dead face! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Goodbye, shitty-bitch shit heads! Hope you enjoyed playing with the poop! You still here? How about I kiss your lips good with the blade of my axe? Oh shit! The dimension is folding again! Ah!"