Tractor Lecter

I'm a combine in a mouth,
a metal smile a mile wide;
tiney zombie horde of tractors
come to gobble up your ride.
Huffin' puffin' for your houses,
carbides gleaming in the tide;
waves of puss in green and yellow
Holland/John Deere- checkered slide,
got my Slings & Arrow sprouts,
the beast cannot be satisfied.

Drink the blood in oil stout,
hot liquid iron reels inside.
You're the fly and I'm the spider;
it's a game of I spied.
Smell your brains a' pukin' out
at halogen a million eyes?!
Formaldehyde's what I'm about-
to freeze 'n eatcha, try to hide!
Urban legend up from Hella,
baleen whale with bailing twine.

Web of entrails out the back, a
Tractor Lecter whine and dine.
Lick the bug guts from my windshield,
fields devein and grapes devine.
Increase the pressure in the thresher,
grease the drum, and bump 'n grind.
Wet my whistle with your gristle,
spit the thistle and the rind.
Chug-a-lug I'm always hungry,
I'll digest you 'fore you die.