Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Stew

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

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

stages of development,
Since conception their was dim,
Tasting the upon a whim,
Unborn, aborted, because they were
to my feasting, horrid scenes of sick chagrin,

Unborn, and incomplete,
Delicious miscarriage
A succulent treat,
of the embryo,
A dinner bizarre for hobo

Fetus eater, no is sweeter,
Ultrasound inside the womb, not upon my plate
Served with and greens, oh the generations I've ate
From the bloodily spewed,
Aborted child now food,
Fetus from womb,
Disposed to be subjected to a doom

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

Fetus no meat is sweeter

Since their future was dim,
the unborn upon a whim,
Fallopian wastes me to the brim,
my teeth with a fetal limb.