Lyrics:

Bob's bizarre bazar of murder
Every part of my mind set to procreate torture
A trail of mayhem is the path I walk
I'm a birthmarked psychopath with pandora's box
Berdella's home store of murder
Every part of my mind set to procreate torture
Bondage eden of orgasmic lust
Flooding the soil with blood and debris
Enter thy household, exit in red
My sole satisfaction is to see you being bled
Euthanasia, death's poetry
Brute splendour, vermillion disease
The leading role in a wretched flick
Social pressure depressing the weak
Pushing the limit to forcefeed humility
Self proclaimed cold logistic slaughter
Infamous advertisement for common cattle
Flooding the soil with blood and debris
All bow down to Bob's store of the extreme