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Sitting in my bathrub with dead eyes bulging

Her body turns purple and black, bloating

Methane gas fills her corpse, making her expand

Good Thing I didn't marry her, I knew she'd get fat.

The stench of putrefaction wafts into my bedroom

Sweet dreams of bitches wearing methane perfume.

Insects are crawling through the cracks in the tile

Maggots consume the creamy rotten flesh