They Like To Play With Their Food
They Like To Play With Their Food
Pursuing the food for the swamps
Hunting, pursuing,
Only one game of cat and rat
Mortal blows that open
The flesh and make the advantage biggest
The blood track is uncover
The excitation to play with their food
Imprisoned handle
The more amused trick starts
Mooring the body still with life
Upside-down as well as in one butcher house
The body still hot and with life
When the skin starts to be taken off
Straps of skin and rivers of blood
Hour to whet the knife
The blade cuts from the penis until the neck
The blade is followed by the viscera that goes falling
Our toy does not resist more
Now so remains to cut the meat
The remaining portions goes in a recipient with hot oil
Listen to the snaps of the viscera being fry
Time for another hunt
How to play this time with the food?
To pull out member for member?
to flay and to rip the skin?
To pull out its genitals
And choke then with the organ?
They only like to play with their food
Now so remains to cut the meat
The remaining portions goes in a recipient with hot oil
