Top Songs By Bovinophobic Bile Puddle
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Everett Bovine
Songwriter
Oliver Booth
Songwriter
Walter Swanson
Songwriter
Charles Asklof
Songwriter
Lyrics
Maggots are feeding on yr head
Necrotizing body, filled with dread
You smell like shit and you look like it
Excreted liquid stains on the bed
Frying
Dying
Dead
You're dead
You fucked up
We're confiscating
Your head
You can't run away
And I don't care what you say
The torment is here to stay
And you are gonna be flayed
Your skins become bratwurst gray
Mommy tells you it's okay
But soon in the dirt you will lay
You reek of death and decay
My jeans are soaked with blood vomit and piss
Feed on my entrails and chew on my cysts, oh
Head full of nothing but sickening thoughts
Dump my body in a cornfield to rot, yeah
Bile dripping
Flesh is ripping
Bugs are crawling
Leave me rotting
Lock the door
So much gore
I want more
Life's a whore
Scratched a hole into the back of yr head
Fingernails stained red
Bleed some more, your bloods nice and warm
In your head the insects swarm
Festering, slowly you decay
It's time we begin the flay
Don't touch your wound
You'll just make it worse
Mother natures making you hers
Skinless face
Hollow head
Empty space
Numb and dead
Panting, squirming, dripping with sweat
Cold and clammy, knife pressed against yr neck
Growing closer, yet you still don't understand
Why is this happening and when will it end?
Soon
Dizzy, nauseous, feeling weak
Brain decayed to paste, motherfucker you reek
Cold nails grip onto your neck
Close your eyes and scream
Cut him up
Make him sick
Slit his throat
Mutilate his dick
Stab his chest
Rip his flesh
Chop off his head
Your head
Now you're dead
Writer(s): Charles Asklof, Everett Bovine, Oliver Booth, Walter Swanson
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