Appeasing The Butcher Lyrics

My buddy the butcher.
Covered in pig innards.
Slams his tool of slaughter.
To mash your fucking dinner.
We are slightly similar.
I’m a fan of torture.
After it is over.
We compare cadavers.
I dispose of my corpses.
Down at his place of business.
Scrotal sausage, pussy pork lips.
T-bone steak, made of man.
Serving sizes given to locals.
Pound by pound of tortured souls.
Slaughtered remains of missing people.
Cooked into a sirloin steak.
Hammered faces laying side by side.
Hanging bodies upside down to dry.
Hamburgers are made of cocks and cunts.
Humans make for…
A tasty treat that deserves to beat.
Laid on the plate for your family to eat.
Burgers and hot dogs, bacon and ribs.
All of it made of your neighbors limbs.