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I love to eat babies of all kinds & all sorts.
Nothing's more pleasant then chomping on their raw corpse.
When I say that I crave for some baby back ribs
I don't mean packs of pork, I want a stack of kids.
I'll dip them in barbecue sauce, that shits yummy.
Get in my stomach child & fatten this tummy.
Fuck going to grocery stores, I'm just too picky.
I drive up to kids & ask them to ride with me.
I have a bike in the backseat, here's some candy.
With my eating habits, this van comes in handy.
It sounds nasty but don't bite it till you try it.
After one lick, I made it my complete diet.
A normal day consists of abducting newborns
cause theres so many dishes I wish to perform
Tiny legs & arms float in the pit of my guts.
All I see is baby strollers when my eyes shut.
Blankets & pacifiers scatter the kitchen.
Guess what I'm fixing; Here's a hint, it's not chicken.
I don't feel any guilt. That's just not who I am.
Even if I'm not hungry, I'll kill cause I can.
I've even put a child in the microwave,
just to watch his blood splatter all over the place.
One time I killed a baby with 6 pounds of bricks.
I'm so demented, I've stolen ultrasound pics.
My bedroom walls are plastered with that type of stuff.
It's a rough addiction, but I can't get enough.
I can't live without it, so pass me a fetus.
Fuck Virgin Mary, I'll eat her baby Jesus.
I browse the park daily & kidnap the babies.
If mothers chase me, I'll attack the ladies.
You better back off bitch & go get your own meal,
or I might eat you too & I'm being for real.
Children hang by meat hooks inside of my closet.
The smell is so strong, it even makes me nauseous.
I let corpses dry out before I start cooking.
When there's not enough food, thats when I start looking.
Thats when I pull out my knife & carry a net.
I eat, then use whats left to make marionettes.
I love puppets & I love the little kiddies.
I am to sickness what Puffy is to Diddy.
Fuck you Dr. Phil, babies is all that I need.
I feed off of their flesh & giggle when they bleed.
If I'm sad, I pull out an axe & slice infants.
When the deeds done, I'm happy in like a minute.
The little buggers amuse me, it's how I cope.
If I'm mad, I'll throw a child around by a rope.
In my down time, I sit back & watch the TV.
"A little boy went missing earlier this evening."