Grotesque

Lyrics for Grotesque

Some might call me a fartiste The master of the brew, my rectal love goo Behind a shitstained curtain, true love never so pungent Mastery of flesh and carnal decadence Mephitic, septic, a true delicatesse Gauging my precious hors-turd Masterfully catered as a shit filled chef d'œuvre Separating shit from fart, my culinary skills are true art Some might call it banal, yet treats for me come from the brown canal Serve - the porcelain dominator Serve - the eternal turd masticator Another round lodged in the chamber One on deck volcanic in anger Separating shit from fart, my culinary skills are true art Some might call it banal, yet treats for me come from the brown canal Serve - the porcelain dominator Serve - the eternal turdmasticator Colour me grotesque - an appetiser in degout These shallow halls for me are anything but everlasting A burrito bowl the onset of a plat de resistance so charming Proctological Stew - Putrefying this mortal brew Jalapeño disaster -awaken the master blaster Digestive prolapse, the colon in shambles Horrific and grotesque Heaving with chunks, I'm such a dirty hunk Serve - the porcelain dominator Serve - the eternal turd masticator Gauging my precious hors-turd Masterfully catered as a shit filled chef d'œuvre Obsidian and obscene, my love juice retracts for all to see Separating shit from fart, my culinary skills are true art Some might call it banal, yet treats for me come from the brown canal For I am obscene