| The smell of death seasons the air
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| Tonight’s the night to leave my darksome lair
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| The mortuary is my goal
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| I have this craving for some rotten hole
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| Excitement grasps my sickened brain
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| And violent throbs my testicular vein
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| I might be one repulsive creep
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| Doing what I do when everyone’s asleep
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| Caress the sallow skin
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| And taste the cavernous eyes with my tongue
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| I like it when they perished young
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| As an anal type of guy
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| I know those dead assholes tend to be dry
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| So I brought a tube of K-Y
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| I screw her all night long
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| Impale her anus and cunt with my dong
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| And suck on her tits all along
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| Right after I am done
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| I grab my carving knife for some more fun
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| For I am just my father’s son
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| I slit her stomach and her bum
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| Truncate her torso 'til my arms feel numb
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| My work is done when she is sliced
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| I leave her disgraced body vandalized |