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 b**hes wearing methane perfume.
Insects are crawling through the cracks in the tile
Maggots consume the creamy rotten flesh.