My wife has been long pregnant, I'm tired of her whining Deep inside my sick mind I fantasize of dining Her different moods are really getting on my nerves I see the dinner ready, with her fetus served
I wait as she goes to sleep. I stay silently still Grinning by myself, soon I'll get my fill Slowly I reach to my sharp kitchen knife Feel the adrenaline rush as I stab my wife
Never will you moan, you spoiled whore Rage is filling me, I carve another sore I cut her stomach open and gut her like a pig Time for her to die, Impale her eye with my dick
Fetus on the floor, I urinate and stomp on it I hang the dead whore and beat it with a stick Like a human piñata, bruised and fucking beaten I plunge my head into uterus, she surely will get eaten
Oh I love the taste of newly deceased flesh Cut off her fingers and with them I play a little chess Roast the pieces of her butt and soon I'll have a feast More and more I crave, cannot satisfy this inner beastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
