A regular guy with sadistic intent Only when full am I truly content Regular life, so meaningless and dull When I cook my desires are fulfilled
It’s the ultimate high It’s like being reborn It’s like meeting God I’d gouge his eyes out too if I could
At first, I didn’t understand Why these things played out in my head Until one day I couldn’t stop Until the sorry fuck was dead
The smell of blood The taste flesh Your cooperation Is all I ask I prefer you struggle Please try to resist I enjoy a challenge This I do insist Hand grasping your throat And knife to the gut We’ll open you up With a slow moving cut Let’s take a look inside See what we can find I’ll cook it right on up With some lima beans and a nice chianti
I kill ‘cause I can There’s no denying the pleasure it brings me I’ll stop When I’m dead They’ll talk about me like Christ, Gandhi, or Reagan
A master of my craft Like a twisted Iron Chef I’ll cook up Bobby Flay And the rest of those celebrity hacks Mind the portion size I don’t want to get too full Sadistic Culinary Arts A need I must fulfil
It’s the ultimate high It’s like being reborn It’s like meeting God I’d gouge his eyes out too if I could
So divine, unlike anything else And to believe I get it all to myself You’ll never know just how good you taste Unless I force it down your fucking face
It’s the ultimate high It’s like being reborn It’s like meeting God I’d eat the fucker too if I couldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
