| Daddy’s gone
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| Left his spawn
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| He won’t return before dawn
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| She’s the nurse
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| She’s perverse
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| By the end of night you’ll need a hearse
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| Trapped with this furious hag
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| The children start to cry
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| No rescue anywhere
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| They know they have to die
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| As she scents
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| Excrements
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| She smears the shit with her hands
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| In their eyes
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| On their thighs
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| Sharing that feast with the flies
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| Their screams increase her lust
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| Excite her hideous greed
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| The aspect of disgust
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| The pleasure to stampede
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| This is how the story goes
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| In it’s entire glory
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| She takes off all her clothes
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| First she spreads her flabby butt
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| And makes them lick her twat
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| When her juices start to flow
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| She’s reaching for her bag
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| To get her whetted hoe
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| Ruthless is the attack
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| As the nanny begins to hack
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| Children’s blood got spilled tonight
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| Body parts adorn the room
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| What a vision of delight
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| With her long finger nails
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| She rips out their entrails
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| Now that her work is done
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| There’s no more screaming
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| She had a lot of fun
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| Now comes the cleaning
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| She picks the children up
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| Slowly and placid
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| Dissolves their corpses in
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| Sulfuric acid
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| The sun comes up and she has to scoot
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| Before the cops embark the pursuit
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| Inside her head the memories remain
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| Of all these naughty kids she had slain |