Laughing, drooling in your face
You look up in fear
Grinning outcasts of our race
Tied from hands and feet and waist
As a cretin grabs ahold A horrid stench you do behold
Start to cry out, but you're stopped
The one of rot, mildew and mold Of your testicles
Your mouth is stifled with a cock
Which was removed from your own stocks
The laughter carries on
Bid your balls a sad farewell
As you curse them all to hell Then you realize too well
Hell is where you are
Not soon enough you will be dead
Your purpose: keep these monsters fedDismembered slowly, feet to head.
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