Dexter, his forensics tell
who the bad guys are, and they don't end well
Dexter, a maniacal man and the scalpel's dance on a face again
Dexter, it's a fictional place where revenge doth rize, a nice killer's face
Dexter, where the bodies die
and the screams of men fill Miiami's skies

(this verse sung bY Dexter)

And soon, I'll love to cut off your hands
and you'll die you slime, and not kill again
all the scumbags die, and I'll cause a row
with a plastic sheet, I'll kill you now