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Food!! I'm looking for food! Nightly strolls turn me on, |
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looking for food. |
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(Chorus) |
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Evil tales of abbattoir, butchers of human meat. |
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Stabbing my victims to fullfill their every need. |
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Systematic death, mutilated gore. Bodies ripped apart, |
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all you do is scream for more. |
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Grab her from behind, taking my knife I slit her throat. |
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Stick it deep, I carve away, total erect she is my prey. |
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(Chorus) |
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Taking home the silent stump, to broil and blaze for my |
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fucking lunch. Clean and cut to perfect chuncks, |
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butchered and froze, food for a mouth. Her sweet ass I |
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use for stew. Silent stump, broil and blaze. Butchered |
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and froze to perfect chuncks. Food for a month. Her sweet |
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ass I use! |