Luyện nghe bài hát Beauteous Rot

is rot!

Legions of sex slaves flocked in my calls
You are the grotesque of them all
Warts and the beg for the grave
Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and

The live to gobble the puss form my
I live to spread my disease at each
Distribute knob-cheese some soup Dellamort
Rot!

You are born in the most of ways
Some become cripples, become gay
Others spend money
Trying to that way

You think you are beautiful but what the is that
I find beauty in rolls of fat
not your complexion that gives me an erection, oh no

Your makes me sick
I'd rather a troll
you in the head
Vomit in the

Face turns to
You to be hot
is rot

You spend hours smearing cream on your
What you need is to be hit a mace
Tied to a horse and get dragged the streets
Hung by the heels and pelted belts

But you are smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be reduced to
Wander the countryside in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dead to survive

Who decides what is beautiful? but you
I find fascination as guts are turned to stew

titillating
A pile of feet
All you are is and bones
A sack of meat

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,