Luyện nghe bài hát Hobo Stew

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

I have a hunger, it to an extreme extent,
Feeding out of abortion clinic wasn't meant
Most homeless hobos wait in line for soup,
Nasty me scrapes dumpsters for aborted goop,

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

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

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

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

eater no meat is sweeter

Since conception their was dim,
Tasting the unborn a whim,
Fallopian fill me to the brim,
Picking my teeth with a limb.