Baked goods made out of babies. Every metal band needs a song about eating kids.
lyrics
Since the day that she was born, daddy planned to put her in porn
Blanket made of bondage straps, dildos dangling from mobiles
Barbie was replaced with Bimbo Bettie the blow-up dolly
All key components for daddy’s girl to learn her calling
Older sister cast aside, traded in for fresh new flesh
Abandoned child bride; the tires have lost their tread
She did the only thing she knew how to do
She went to school to recruit a group of tiny prostitutes
Oh father dear
Your mini-slut in training
Became jealous of all the balls
Sister’s lips were draining
A pseudo-sadistic statistic slinging spooge through the family tree
A petty pimp prompting progeny to perform in pornography
Big sis got out of line, and took the profit for herself
This can’t go on, it’s time to put that bitch’s head on a shelf
They have a recipe for a tasty treat
Eliminate the competition directly from the streets
Bake them into pastries; let them rot in swollen guts
Sever the suction pumps; the little sluts to star in snuff
$1 for a rimjob, or cruller laced with baby
How about kiddy cannoli? Cherub biscuits soaked in gravy?
Toddler cobbler baked by a mad pedomaniac
Sold in dozens from the back of his Pontiac
He’d never see jail if he bargained with the judge
He’s got a sweet tooth for the taste of infant sludge
Behold the American Wet Dream
Little angels giving head in the back of the bus
Behold the American Wet Dream
Grade school girls vag-azzling their muffs
Pop stars teaching toddlers to flaunt their tits
Kids these days have gone straight to shit
credits
from Plump Up The Volume,
released April 14, 2015
Lyrics by MR & Dave "Maggot" McDonough (former Composted vocalist)
supported by 9 fans who also own “Toddler Cobbler”
If you like any kind of death metal, you owe it to yourself to check out this crushing old-school riff-fest of an EP. 4 tracks of drum-tight, bowel-shaking neck-wrecking with a powerful message. poisonremedy