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, pimpled and

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

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

You think you are but what the hell is that
I find in rolls of sweaty 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 to snot
You to be hot
is rot

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

But still you are smearing on your face
What you need is to be to paste
the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dogs to survive

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

titillating
A of rotting feet
All you are is brains and
A sack of meat

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