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(Lyrics By: Ruben Rosas, Kevin Clark) My mind is as rotten as the bodies of the fuckin' whores I've killed. I raid a fresh grave to satisfy my thrills. What the fuck is this? A filthy fuckin' ugly bitch, I must rip the head clean off this scabby dead

Devour the disease filled scurge that lurk beneath society lepers that spread filth will bleed all over me the meat of the healthy no longer does it for me Crusty brown tainted meat seems to appeal to me My blade will easily slide through the soft fl

Creeping through the dark streets Enter the morgue with a hunger for meat Fuck the newly deceased I need the ones That have been dead for ten weeks Tearing and gashing a limbless torso Voraciously stuffing my face with gray flesh The next victim of a

here i come,they call me,A beast like none before i suck the abcess of dead infants,i want some more i'm the babykiller,i kill pregnant sluts and whores splaying,inside the womb,red and wet i tear chunks from her pussy,red and wet mangled unborn baby