Feasting The Whore के बोल

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 beast