feelin’ kinda hungry,

there’s a rumblin’ in my tummy

needa find somethin to eat,

i hope it’s yummy

open up the fridge,

oh shit what do we have here?

fuckin’ leftover pasta,

who the fuck wants angel hair.

guess that means i gotta fuckin’ go out to eat

head out the front door, start walkin’ down my street

meat, that’s what i want,

i want it fresh, but that’s a goddamn feat

but i know what i haven’t had,

and it’s a motherfucking treat

pick up a child at the park,

have myself a little fancy feast

find the cutest little kid,

then i’ll take ‘em home with me

freshly deceased, i’ll grind ‘em up,

i’m a fucking butcher

this that slaughterhouse shit,

parents still don’t know who the fuck took her