Album: Carnal Pleasures (2006)

Putrid Fucked Up Dip Potato

You're looking so fucking happy
I'm disgusted of your smile
The anger rises up in me
The ravishment of devastation obsesses me

Bond on a chair with straddled fucking legs
The chopped off in our sewed up mouth
Tearstained eyes beg for sudden death

I like the look of agony in your face

Days go by the room is filled with your rotting stench
Your face looks (like a putrid potato)
My gorge rises (I spew it into your face)

Putrid potato with a dip on it
Let me try a little ah what a great taste
A little salty in the end

I know what it needs just a little sugar
Now let me try again ah you're better
I think now you are finished

Now I need an oven I don't like cold flesh
Got to bake a dirty crippled motherfucker to enjoy the full flavor
Of your putrid fucked up happy dip potato face

Now you taste like fish and smell like the rotten abscess of a putrid cow
Disgorging your flesh brings your smile on my face
Now I've got the reign over your inner self

I've got a weakness for putrid
Baked happy dip potato faces