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A regular guy with sadistic intent

Only when full am I truly content

Regular life, so meaningless and dull

When I cook my desires are fulfilled

It’s the ultimate high

It’s like being reborn

It’s like meeting God

I’d gouge his eyes out too, if I could

At first I didn’t understand

Why these things played out in my head

Until one day I couldn’t stop

Until the sorry fuck was dead

The smell of blood

The taste flesh

Your cooperation

Is all I ask

I prefer you struggle

Please try to resist

I enjoy a challenge

This I do insist

Hand grasping your throat

And knife to the gut

We’ll open you up

With a slow moving cut

Let’s take a look inside

See what we can find

I’ll cook it right on up

With some lima beans and a nice chianti

I kill

‘cause I can

There’s no denying the pleasure it brings me

I’ll stop

When I’m dead

They’ll talk about me like Christ, Gandhi, or Reagan

A master of my craft

Like a twisted Iron Chef

I’ll cook up Bobby Flay

And the rest of those celebrity hacks

Mind the portion size

I don’t want to get too full

Sadistic Culinary Arts

A need I must fulfill

It’s the ultimate high

It’s like being reborn

It’s like meeting God

I’d gouge his eyes out too, if I could

So divine, unlike anything else

And to believe I get it all to myself

You’ll never know just how good you taste

Unless I force it down your fucking face

It’s the ultimate high

It’s like being reborn

It’s like meeting God

I’d eat the fucker too, if I could