Crib feast

[Verse 1] B***d on the crib, baby screaming weak, K***e in the ribs ‘til the lungs don’t speak, Mother held down with a cunt wide split, C*m dripping out where the demon sit. Cord round the neck, tie tight quick, Lick that placenta ‘cause the taste so sick, Flesh in a skillet, skull on the flame, Burlap gospel ain’t a holy name. We eat that child, sip that cry, Mother still fucked while the newborn die, Rocking that cradle with a c*m-stained hand, Meth smoke thick through the preacher’s land. Spit on the c****e, lick the bone, Baby flesh melt in the trailer home, Cult all laughing in a bloody trance, Fucking her guts while the d**d still dance. K***e in the soft spot, b***d jet loud, Infant head split for the ritual crowd, Mother scream broken with a c**k in her throat, Praise Burlap Christ while the cradle float. [Hook:] Crib full of b***d, crib full of seed, Burlap feast on the demon breed, Crib full of b***d, crib full of need, Rotten communion is the gospel creed. [Verse 2] Crack open chest like a rotten pear, Baby ribs sizzling in the meth lab air, Chew on the fingers, suck the toes, Mother screaming while my c**k still goes. B***d in the pot, head in the stew, Sip that marrow like a preacher do, Slit throat gurgle in a lullaby hymn, Cult clap hands when the lights go dim. Rotten tit feed the demon child, F**k her mouth while the guts get piled, Baby tongue chewed like a candy sweet, Meth in the veins make the feast complete. Trailer floor sticky with the c*m and bile, F**k her harder with a backwoods smile, This is communion, this is creed, Eat that Christ, let the gospel bleed. Grind up bones, powder the meal, Mother on the floor with a p***y to feel, Worship the feast with a c**k and k***e, Crib-born sermon is the cult of life. [Hook] Crib full of b***d, crib full of seed, Burlap feast on the demon breed, Crib full of b***d, crib full of need, Rotten communion is the gospel creed. [Verse 3] Placenta on a plate with a foreskin side, Mother gagging while her p***y get wide, Shove that c****e in a burlap sack, Drag it through b***d then I bring it back. Cook that baby, roast that spine, F**k that hole ‘til the cult align, Feed that preacher, pass that dish, C*m on the c****e as a holy wish. Bite that n****e, chew that bone, Mother’s womb raped ‘til the seed is sown, Newborn stew with a demon grin, F**k that prayer, let the feast begin. Eyes in the broth, c**k in the throat, Drink that sermon while the trailer float, Worship Burlap, gospel feast, K**l the child and f**k the priest. B***d-stew hymn in a meth lab choir, P***y get ripped while the cult inspire, Baby’s cry still echoes deep, But the crib’s our altar and the feast don’t sleep. [Bridge] : “Eat the child, drink the b***d, Burlap seed in the preacher’s mud…” “Crib is rotten, womb is torn, gospel fed on the child unborn!”