Under the roof of my house Butchery is situated Who Speaks against me? All people like a meat Sterility is in my shop The order must be everywhere Bacterium but spoil a meat And this is hurtfully for health But I have one vice I adore human flesh Gammons of greasy things Grease and meat on bones Therefore I love fat women They have mild and mellow flesh Theirs blood is nectar intoxicating But bowels full of shit I'm judge I know the rumour Cry of future suffering Improving my appetite Carcass is bleeding It weight on hangs It's glassy eyes look naively Corpse is disembowelled perfectly There is smile on my face I've satisfied I've tried Oh, I surprised by the number of flesh flesh!