Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Stew

A certain human being, form of scum
A individual, fetal cannibalizing bum

I have a hunger, it goes to an extent,
Feeding out of abortion clinic bins meant
Most homeless hobos in line for goodwill soup,
Nasty me scrapes clinic dumpsters for goop,

Earliest of development,
Since conception their was dim,
Tasting the unborn a whim,
Unborn, aborted, because they unwanted
Abortions to my feasting, horrid of sick chagrin,

Unborn, and incomplete,
Delicious meat
A succulent treat,
of the embryo,
A bizarre for this hobo

eater, no meat is sweeter,
Ultrasound shows inside the womb, not my plate
Served with bread and greens, oh the generations ate
From the bloodily spewed,
Aborted now hobo food,
Fetus ripped womb,
Disposed to be subjected to a culinary

My eating habits crude,
rubbery textures I have chewed,
Gulping down slop,
jelly on my lips and chin

Fetus no meat is sweeter

Since conception future was dim,
Tasting the unborn a whim,
Fallopian wastes me to the brim,
Picking my teeth a fetal limb.