Instruments Of Hell

Hacking and slashing I endeavor to make the choicest cuts

Exsecting the posterior and I'll have secured the gluteus maximus

Spanked, slapped and striped to tenderize as I ignite the gas

I slaver over my uncooked fare, lusting for a piece of ass...

My instruments of hell will rend your mortal shell

On human viscera and meat I dine tonight

With my cleaver, knife and blades your rear quarters are flayed

I'll take it out of your hide...

Exsiccated skin blisters over scorched flesh, cheeks buckle in the heat

Marinated with liquid to acquire the flavor, a gravy tender and sweet

Roasted fibers and tendons seduce me with an aromatic whiff

Setting my place to accept a succulent dish, buttocks I culled from a stiff...

My instruments of hell will rend your mortal shell

The tantalizing victuals beyond compare

With my cleaver, knife and blades your rear quarters are splayed

I eat your derriere...

With fevered anticipation, I pulverize steaming booty in my gaping maw

The pungent tang of the boys sweet fat ass leaves me in a state of awe

Incising muscle, contractile tissue, ingestion of human flesh

Of all anatomical sustenance, the hind quarters taste the best...

With my instruments of hell I rent your mortal shell

The feast of dribbling gore was sublime

With my cleaver knife and blades your rear quarters were filleted

Your fucking ass is mine...