There's a rude girl in there:
Who is no prom-miss lamb,
And there's one that he'll slay,
Carved up like a whole ham.
There is a woman inside him:
His mater. (What a shrew!)
Quite schizo guy's dressed as gyn'd; as mother, slew.

He had wanted someone
To haunch-hump post-foreplay
But's haunted by someone
Who taunts: "Hump, go more slay!"
So he dons mom's long dress, over
(She's gaunt) his shirt of blue.
Quite wacko guy's dressed to nines; as mother, slew.

It's a long, long dirk he
Inserts in her side.
He ain't walkin' as Norm;
Matricide his [gray] matter fried.

Once he starts to importune
A girl, soon he will stall
His advance, then run to borrow
A dress, a bit too small.
With a knife he scored his mom dear,
But she's been born anew.
Guy's nutso, piles dead girls, guy in d' muddy slough.

With a knife, he slits 'er. Then fear
He'll git 'er sister too.
Guy's psycho; all but a fly he, mother, slew.

As mother, slew,
In mum's muumuu.