I sh** on Your Face - Anal Barbecue lyrics

After shipwreck, trapped in this place And dead castaways Lack of s**, lack of food Human flesh can be so good Necrophiliac needs Putrid orgy days Necrophagic needs Gluteus to be grilled an*l barbecue Spicy taste of poo an*l barbecue The rigor mortis of the orifices My organ tightly fits The warmth of my cum Inside worms, it will feed And you will feed me, stiff flesh I eat And crustaceans to gnaw the bones I'll leave My sickest necessities For psychobscenities Fulfilled in this island With an an*l barbecue