Guttural Secrete Sculpting Fragments of Mangled Cunt Lyrics

c___ lips are spread, with incisors, scapel to the c___s, remove them clean.
Delicately, slowly carve out the t___s from between their legs. In quilted form,
vagiinas are placed and sewn in intricate patterns, With the variety of t___s,
endless designs are achieved. Of feministic beauty. Sewn genitals, sculpting to the walls,
dripping with disease, maggots and flies begin their feast! The house smells ripe
with the stink of menstrual flow. Overlapping for texture forging a beautiful piece of work.
Fragile hands ever so gently reconstruct freshly cut female, Trophies gutted from the most
intimate of areas. Carved to perfection, Discarded remains will not go to waste.
The sickness grandma has is more of an obsession, Seeing every woman
as a w____ to be butchered. So trusting are those girls towards and old lady
Helping her with chores and quilt making. Never, expecting - a hammer to the head
Break the skull until their dead. Stripping the clothes from their soft tasty bodies,
Hang upside down to cut, Chest high to their c___s, Burying her face between their legs.
Soaking her tongue with sweet c___ nectar, Laced with male s____ from the night before.
Satisfied with the taste of her kill. The process of mutilating begins.
Women strung up around the house, Gutted from the stomach
with their c___s removed. Grandma always did like all my girlfriends.