[bad word]  hard
As we start
The strangest sight to behold
Cadavers
Cold flesh and rock solid boab

[bad word] You've only seen in nightmares
So solid,
Old folk and children it scares [bad word] around, from the [bad word] of your dreams

Fleshy, veiny, scary

From the coffin into parishioners
Watch [bad word]  [bad word] scared of the boab
Every step they take, they will be consumed
You [bad word]  up the bum, check out the size of that chode

Pinstripe suit, with a rip in the gooch [bad word] for you
He's [bad word]  no more shame
Huge pants tent
Morticians fault, he is the one to blame
Open box, with a [bad word] on the rocks
It's a phallic pipe
No more trousers, they are gone
Bifkin cone
Morticians fault, he is the one to blame

We, we shall not survive, we will die
We cannot have a future

Flame grilled, served up for your dinner [bad word] filled, [bad word] 'till dead, no more tread
Spunk filled, creamy [bad word] on your [bad word] You're now infested

Filth
 [bad word]  now you see, smothered on your face
Milky spunk in your ears, you can't hear a thing
Framing up the entry, it's your turn, feel the burn
You'll have to wait, there a queue to see the [bad word] too [bad word] 
It had [bad word] Upon me
I have no fear
I will take it
You [bad word] 
As we end
There's nothing left to unfold
Continue
The story must be retold

That [bad word] legend in it's own right
No dreaming
Screaming it's name out at night

Open box with [bad word] inside it
You have witnessed something frightening [bad word] straight from the chode
Get what you're owed
Spunk out my load
Release

It's the time for a reign in terror
All the juices are flowing
Just cause of the massacre
It's what I do and I do it well

Spinal fluid in a cup or two
Priapism for the [bad word] of you
Everytime I spunk my load
piece of me goes into you
 [bad word] you
You have no soul
Cream pied
Open casket priapism is a haunting sight