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Dr. Hack And Slash

Deep down in a lab
A mad scientist dwells
Plotting and experimenting
If you dare so enter this hell

Welcome dear guest
Oh, your head aches you say?
Well may I suggest
Perhaps it's time to operate

Step into my lab
Come see dead things in jars
Smoking tubes with foul stenches
And my collection of SARS

Scalpels, needles, probes
Lots of shiny, sharp things
Even this here monitor
The one that goes ping

Give me your organs
You don't need them, I swear
Don't worry, you'll be fine
You've got plenty to spare

With them I'll create
The most wonderful beasts
And the name Dr. Hack And Slash
Will be known from West to East

Just make yourself comfortable
Slip into this hospital gown
Stand over by the table
And lay yourself down

How about a cat scan?
Is this your first surgery?
I promise to be gentle
Though looks like you need frontal lobotomy

A cut on your arm
It's about to rot through
I'll amputate with a saw
The rusty one to boot

In the name of science
You shall rightfully be mine
To jab, prod, and renovate
All you have to do is sign

Give me your organs
You don't need them, I swear
Don't worry, you'll be fine
You've got plenty to spare

With them I'll create
The most wonderful beasts
And the name Dr. Hack And Slash
Will be known from West to East

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