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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