She seemed sooo... innocent to most folks, never woulda thought that The little old lady on the block with the black cat Workin' on her front yard garden arrangement Would have a couple bodies chopped up in the basement You never woulda guessed that this sweet little grandma Separates the arm from the body with a handsaw Late while the block sleeps, butcher knives chop meat Wrist bone, leg bone, hidden under concrete And you can say I'm crazy, but she never draws suspicion Every time another mailman goes missin' At the town barbecue, everybody tries more Famous meatballs people sayin' they'd die for Wrapped up, packed up, have 'em for a quick snack Take some, but make sure she gets her dish back In fact, come inside, close the door behind you Just let me remind you, they'll probably never find you It's only about a minute long but this song is siiick.