Another day, another victim
I'm out on a hunt
To satisy my morbid lust
for human flesh

Torturing my victims
to bring me sexual pleasure
And cut em' up in pieces
for a cannibalistic feast

My urge to kill
grows stronger every day
The smell of stripped flesh
makes me horny as hell

My dick grows larger and larger
as I dismember a young body
When I eat a piece of their flesh
it makes me cum all over the place

Flesheater
The perverted god of morbid lust
Necrophiliac
In the morgue I have my hunting ground
I'm a Flesheater
Invites your family on barbeque made on you
I'm a Necrophiliac
Just because dead people don't say no

I tie you up, rip your clothes
and shove a razorblade dildo up your ass
I take my rusty knife and start to
carve your eyes out real slow
I cut your head off, starts to fuck it
and ejaculate in your eye sockets
What's left of your body, I cut up in fine pieces
and sell cheap to the local restaurant

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