Five hundred pound what a fucking fat dighead So damn vile like a piggery fist-fuck I touch his stomach to feel his fat This guy's ready for my project I hack off his melon head for my collection I slice his stomach I know how that feels He's not like the cemetery whore hes's much better He smiles the potato man, fucking funny Bludgeoning the flesh to make it soft When I make me small I fit into his stomach So that is the feeling for a baby before birth In a way that feeling bores me I want to find some funnier games Isn't there any other thing i can do with a huge empty stomach? I hack off hand and feet Now I rip out the bones and sew the extremities up Now I've got a full body clothing Made of a five hundred pound lard ass Its so easy to come in The blood lets it slip on so easily I've got to find a mirror Oh fuck that looks funny Even if its fucking heavy This huge guy's body with my head hand and feet I fall down laughing looks like I'll never again stand up by mainforce Now I've got to eat my new clothes Now I look like he did