Carnal Decay Putrid f..cked Up Dip Potato
You're looking so f..cking happy
I'm disgusted of your smile
The anger rises up in me
The ravishment of devastation obsesses me
Bond on a chair with straddled f..cking legs
The chopped off in our sewed up mouth
Tearstained eyes beg for sudden death
I like the look of agony in your face
Days go by the room is filled with your rotting stench
Your face looks (like a putrid potato)
My gorge rises (I spew it into your face)
Putrid potato with a dip on it
Let me try a little ah what a great taste
A little salty in the end
I know what it needs just a little sugar
Now let me try again ah you're better
I think now you are finished
Now I need an oven I don't like cold flesh
Got to bake a dirty crippled motherfucker to enjoy the
full flavor
Of your putrid f..cked up happy dip potato face
Now you taste like fish and smell like the rotten
abscess of a putrid cow
Disgorging your flesh brings your smile on my face
Now I've got the reign over your inner self
I've got a weakness for putrid
Baked happy dip potato faces
