[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]
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[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
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[solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath]
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[solo: "Manic Rottraphagia" L.d. Muerte]
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[solo: "Exfodiation of Pus Filled Stiffs for Total Gormandization" by S.C. McGrath]
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[solo: "Exhibiting the Trots from the Consumption of Rot" by L.d. Muerte]
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Wholly rotten, your body decayed
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Your husk a decomposing organic sewer
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Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced
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Into a fustular mass of fertile manure
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Liquid waste expelled
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With a nauseating smell
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Your innards have started to turn
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The stink makes my sinuses burn
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With intestinal fortitude I'm forced to digest
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This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed
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Greedily binging on glistening turds
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As gristle and fat form globular curds
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Pulsating liver is violently excised
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Pureed, brewed, and mulled
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A gustatory treat for the mentally ill
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With which my senses are dulled
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Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued
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Infused with simmering gore
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Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten
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I'm quite a connoisseur
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A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon
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Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus
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A genital souffle is concocted on the fly
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Post-mortem nutrimentof decomposing guts
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Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste
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A most refreshing aperitif
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The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull
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You're repulsively rotten beyond belief
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All That Rots
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