Beauty is Rot!      Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my calls   You are the most grotesque of them all   Warts and protrusions the beg for the grave   Ironic, bubonic, pimpled and shaved   The live to gobble the puss form my warts   I live to spread my disease at each port   Distribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mort      Rot!      You are born in the most disgusting of ways   Some become cripples, some become gay   Others spend their money trying to become that way   You think you are beautiful but what the hell is that   I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat   It? not your complexion   That gives me an erection   OH NO      Your beauty makes me sick   I? rather fuck a troll   Kick you in the head   Vomit in the hole      Face turns to snot   You used to be hot   Beauty is Rot   You spend hours smearing cream on your face   What you need is to be hit with a mace   Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets   Hung by the heels and pelted with belts      But still you are smearing cream on your face   What you need is to be reduced to paste   Wander the countryside blind in one eye   Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive      Who decides what is beautiful?   Nobody but you   I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew      Forever titillating   A pile of rotting feet   All you are is brains and bones   A sack of rancid meat      Yeah yeah yeah