Lust For Gore

Five hundred pound what a fucking fat digheadSo damn vile like a piggery fist-fuckI touch his stomach to feel his fatThis guy's ready for my projectI hack off his melon head for my collectionI slice his stomach I know how that feelsHe's not like the cemetery whore hes's much betterHe smiles the potato man, fucking funnyBludgeoning the flesh to make it softWhen I make me small I fit into his stomachSo that is the feeling for a baby before birthIn a way that feeling bores meI want to find some funnier gamesIsn't there any other thing i can do with a huge empty stomach?I hack off hand and feetNow I rip out the bones and sew the extremities upNow I've got a full body clothingMade of a five hundred pound lard assIts so easy to come inThe blood lets it slip on so easilyI've got to find a mirrorOh fuck that looks funnyEven if its fucking heavyThis huge guy's body with my head hand and feetI fall down laughing looks like I'll never again stand up by mainforceNow I've got to eat my new clothesNow I look like he did