Appeasing the Butcher Lyrics

My buddy the butcher.
Covered in pig innards.
Slams his tool of slaughter.
To mash your fucking dinner.
We are slightly similar.
I'm a fan of torture.
After it is over.
We compare cadavers.
I dispose of my corpses.
Down at his place of business.
Gutted pork and my stiffs.
Mixed to make blended bodies.
Scrotal sausage, pussy pork lips.
T-bone steak, made of man.
Serving sizes given to locals.
Pound by pound of tortured souls.
Slaughtered remains of missing people.
Cooked into a sirloin steak.
Hammered faces laying side by side.
Hanging bodies upside down to dry.
Hamburgers are made of cocks and cunts.
Humans make for...
A tasty treat that deserves to be beat.
Laid on the plate for your family to eat.
Burgers and hot dogs, bacon and ribs.
All of it made of your neighbor's limbs.