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Omnomnomnom

by Bationmaster

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1.
Hack at her face Cut through the cheek bones Married life is difficult sometimes Sacrifices must be made Even if it’s on her face She never satisfied me anyway It’s time to reclaim those lost nights of loneliness Why the fuck should I stop there I shove my cock inside her ruptured jaw I thrust maniacally until her head flies off her shoulders Now I move to the rear and insert This night is filled with passion My passion for rancid coitus Rip the flesh between the holes I pound the gaping wound until this quivering mass is oozing jizz
2.
All things must fall eventually All things must wither and must die This is where my darkest dreams come alive Rotten skin is just so malleable A slice here or there is easy But reattaching is a special treat It’s time to play surgeon Open the flesh Sever the nerves Now your arms are where your legs should be And your precious dick is dangling from your face Now it's time My freak is born My elephant spider thing
3.
There’s a man that history forgot You won’t find him in your books The reason justifies deletion Because no man has lived to vocalise the putrid horror He roamed the world Seeking out his victims No one could ever escape From his eternal need to rape His centre of gravity was the anal cavity He’d penetrated every fucking hole, and burrow deeper than a fucking mole He had an army of rapist hoes, STD’s from head to toe They spread like a vaginal plague, with Colonel Squigg leading the way Imprisonate survivors Then impregnate the women They carved the rank, disease-infected foetus from the womb And held the mother down as they shoved it down her throat He’s Colonel Squigg, No act too foul to commit He anally annihilated He putridly penetrated He never lubricated You get the point, he loved rape I’m his son, Sergeant Rape! I like to rape, rape, rape! And now you know the tale, so you must be seen to Bend over, I’m going on an little excavation
4.
Choppity chop chop chop That’s the sound of me chopping up stuff I love to chop things up with sharp axes I love to divide one into many I am an axe obsessive My fixation on slicing will only grow It’s time to find my calling now How do you satisfy one with a taste for the extreme I must take this further I want to lacerate the flesh of orphans Because orphans don’t have parents And that makes this morally acceptable Cause I completely understand what morals are No one will miss them when their gone Well maybe the people at the orphanage But fuck those cunts, those cunty cunts My infatuation with mutilation must be realised Upon these tiny children!
5.
Cuddly, fuzzy, so cute, deceptive Lovely, playful, but underneath there is a raging demon Cold heart, black soul, he casts a shadow Crawling, reaching for you in the dark His adorable complexion’s just a sheet to hide you From the unspeakable truth He burns his enemies and the innocents that they protect He slaughters the population like the animals they are All in the name of his demonic purging of the earth He is Beano! The dog-ish incarnation of fear He strikes paralysis in to your nerves His snores fuel the fires of hell He is a plagued existence Beano The Destroyer He's a dog
6.
Poopoops 03:42
Pucker up your anus I’m making you more useful Spread your cheeks And spread them wide I’ll fill you up with special treats Just take it like a man You will be loaded up Until you can no longer stand You are my personal luggage container Keep all my treasures safe inside your feeble butthole But you’re so small, I need to make some room Rip out the needless muscle Must make room for my dvd player What are all these organs doing here? Time for evisceration Stab the stomach and scrape out the contents Pull out the small instestine Rip the ass open even further, so I can wear you like a onesie You anal fuck!
7.
Mr Meaner 02:28
Mr Tickles is a pedophile Little Miss Naughty is a fucking slut These tiny cartoon beings are all scum Pulled from the sludge of decay and disease They rape innocent children’s minds Gather round kids, I have two stories for you For the girls, ‘Little Miss Pitiful’ And for you boys, ‘Mr Waste of Sperm’ With these words, I demand you all End your lives before age takes you in it's fists Take my special tools The sharp ones are a lot more fun Now run around and play This illness within your child can't be tamed
8.
Brutality is not enough Sometimes I have to unwind I like to watch deer frolic into the meadow They are so peaceful, I wish I could just skip my fears away But violence catches up with me I envision their rotting corpses in my homemade torture chamber Pulling out their antlers, until their skull’s are exposed How can something so lovely give me such grotesque entertainment? I just love the taste, a mouthful of deer guts
9.
No more mercy Your tests have failed miserably Your punishment will be severe You’ll take this lesson to the grave This is no written exercise You simply have to run and hide This school is far and wide Choose wisely Cause when I find you, I’m skinning you alive Ready or not, here I come With knife in hand I hunt you down You should've paid attention I’ve found you now! I drag you out by both your feet I hold you down and make my incision in your forehead I grab the blood-drenched skin and slowly peel your face off This will teach you Two plus two equals nine!
10.
I love to finger vaginas Unless you say‘Please stop fingering that vagina’ In which case I fist them into oblivion This sick addiction, none can stop this internal conquest But it goes further, I burrow deep until they die My fingers are a badger, her pussy is the den And if you lack a pussy, I’ll claim your anus instead Neither man, nor woman is safe All you can hope is that I’ve cut my nails Oh shit, I’ve got an itchy ass And now my fingers have to dig To die at my own hand feels too fucking good
11.
The muscles bulge and compress The birth proceeds Skin stretches and tears Her screams are drowned in the afterbirth The sheets are soiled with the newborn filth Her face is soiled with regret No more penis in her vagina How does she remove this stain from her name? Nowhere to hide the evidence in sight Until the revelation comes The shame curls into a manic grin No more a mother but a primal beast As the front door closes, the back door opens No fate is worse than this for the poor little fetus Degraded, ending life as a human buttplug
12.
Your lungs begin to corrode Your innards burn Your veins hold puss Your eyes lose sight beneath the blood As your vision fades You know it’s coming Rising up inside of you Your throat can’t contain it You vomit up the bloody acidic stew You feel leakage in your body As your intestine collapses You can smell the result Fecal matter stains the ground Mixed in with your various fluids How are you still alive? This is literally impossible to survive Like seriously, die already I feel I should help speed things along I grow inpatient in your final moments *Indiscernable guttural splurges*
13.
Pain Cake 03:36
I like to bake Baking is fun Chocolatey fudge cake is fucking delicious Cupcakes are lovely and cute to behold The taste of the icing is so fucking sweet I want to cry I love to sprinkle chocolate chips In sugary goodness It makes me prance about with glee Mouth watering sweetness Now with a delicate hand Spread an even layer That smells so good Can’t wait to take a bite Make a cake for mummy You’re such a sweetheart Resisting the urge to stuff my face Just one last ingredient Corrosive cyanide Her guts are now a pasty mulch

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released January 15, 2015

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