Beauteous rot!

Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my calls

You are the most grotesque of them all
Warts and protrusions the beg for the grave
Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved

The live to gobble the puss form my warts
I live to spread my disease at each port
Distribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mort


Rot!


You are born in the most disgusting of ways
Some become cripples, some become gay
Others spend their money trying to become that way

You think you are beautiful but what the hell is that
I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat
It's not your complexion

That gives me an erection
OH NO


Your beauty makes me sick
I'd rather $#&@ a troll
Kick you in the head

Vomit in the hole

Face turns to snot

You used to be hot
Beauty is Rot
You spend hours smearing cream on your face

What you need is to be hit with a mace
Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets
Hung by the heels and pelted with belts


But still you are smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be reduced to paste

Wander the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive


Who decides what is beautiful?
Nobody but you
I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew


Forever titillating
A pile of rotting feet

All you are is brains and bones
A sack of rancid meat


Yeah yeah yeah