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CHEF
As I walk these frigid caverns
The dead call to me
preserve the flesh
wrapped in plastic
Stripped down to the bone
Await the funeral pyres
apply deft touch
the chopping block
My artistic brush
Coats the meat with herbal butter
behold fresh kills
daily in hell
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
I slam the cleaver thru meat
Breaking thru the bones
ripping the sinew
reveling in flesh
Human vermin will
Feast upon my creation
mash the nightshade
into a paste
A smiggen of brine
Then a pinch of sacred black gold
ladle the brew
onto the spuds
So tell me
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
Dust the malus with muscovado
And canella
Then place the concoction inside the
sarcophagus
And cover the pauper's grave with strips
then glaze with
Dead baby chickens
BAKE AT 375
F O R F I F T Y U N H O L Y M I N U T E S
so let me ask you one more time
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
I hope you enjoy
because
Because
BECAUSE
Your flesh is up next
The dead call to me
preserve the flesh
wrapped in plastic
Stripped down to the bone
Await the funeral pyres
apply deft touch
the chopping block
My artistic brush
Coats the meat with herbal butter
behold fresh kills
daily in hell
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
I slam the cleaver thru meat
Breaking thru the bones
ripping the sinew
reveling in flesh
Human vermin will
Feast upon my creation
mash the nightshade
into a paste
A smiggen of brine
Then a pinch of sacred black gold
ladle the brew
onto the spuds
So tell me
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
Dust the malus with muscovado
And canella
Then place the concoction inside the
sarcophagus
And cover the pauper's grave with strips
then glaze with
Dead baby chickens
BAKE AT 375
F O R F I F T Y U N H O L Y M I N U T E S
so let me ask you one more time
What culinary delicacies tickles your fancy
Frog legs and the eye of newt
Inside my witches' brew
As I gather the slaughtered with my necromancy
Bat wings and black widow webs
Adder's fork for the dead
I hope you enjoy
because
Because
BECAUSE
Your flesh is up next
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