Luyện nghe bài hát Beauteous Rot

is rot!

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

The live to the puss form my warts
I live to spread my at each port
Distribute like some soup Dellamort
Rot!

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

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

beauty makes me sick
I'd fuck a troll
you in the head
Vomit in the

turns to snot
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 through the
by the heels and pelted with belts

But still you are smearing cream on your
What you is to be reduced to paste
the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the of dead dogs to survive

Who decides is beautiful? Nobody but you
I fascination as your guts are turned to stew

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

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