Time For Death

Sun goes down, bodies on the ground. Swollen with pus, I shall further expound. As the vultures swirl, the batons twirl. We've come for your entrails. And now it's time for death. And now it's time, Death's mime is rhymed... Sun comes up bloody pulp. People of your planet all writhe in muck. Life's a piece of shit, you are living it. You deserve no less than death. Time for death, it's to the left. I've gotta smash my chin 'till I gotta cleft. Time for death, there's nothing left. I'm gonna rape your world, gonna go s*ck cock...And now it's time for death. Your nipples, expose your bre*sts. I'll burrow deep into your chest...Ahh There's no sun, just a human slum. Leaders of your people acting really dumb. Flies with the eyes, guys with the thighs, keeping a watch on Bilko's pies... And now it's time for DEATH...