Lord Gore Gastric Gore-met
Welcome to my kitchen, it crawls with disease.
But people come for miles to consume the sick cuisine.
A taste for the exotic, delicously grotesque.
For a price you can obtain anything you can ingest.
Ruptured blister creme brulee.
Blood jellied ass-grapes, smegma gravy. cream of
cycsts.
Extruded bowel giblets, cannabalistic smorgasbard.
A banquet of the finest gore. laced with poisons to
addict.
So good that it makes you sick.
Guts gorged with viscera, and half rotten slop.
Cuts glazed with sputum, coagulated sperm slick.
Fresh from the sewer comes our catch of the day.
Coney island whitefish with syphilitic dickcheese
souffle.
Gonorreah clam-dip, oysters on the half lip.
Bile slathered fish-and-chips, infected abcess
molasses.
Pathogenic binge and purge, indulge the most disgusting
urge
Necrophagic fantasy, culinary mortuary.
Itching, with dritiphilist distress, you simply cant
defy.
Consuming disease ridden flesh
Leaves your hunger pacified...
[Lead: Maniac]
This affliction has no cure
Bizarre, compulsive and obscure.
The lust for pathogenic waste
Is truly an eccentric taste.
Cannabilistic smorgasbord.
A banquest of the finest gore.
Laced with poisons to addict.
So good that it makes you sick, suck nipple slurp and
lick
When you expire you become the next coarse.
