Corpsef**ing Art - Centrifuged, Washed And Strangled lyrics

All I know is I love to do the laundry. Set the right program, fill the basket with bodies. I usually fill it with over-sized chef ladies, but I couldn't help it this time around. Grandma was so intrusive, I had to k** her. Kept her mouth shut with a smelly sock. Couldn't talk about soap operas. I'm gonna miss her pies. Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled Think again before knocking at my door and telling me about odd numbers. They're all clean They're all clean They're all clean by washing machine. It felt so good to knit a nice scarf from her guts. Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled Over the last week I took the clothes of seven chefs. Now my potatoes will stay underground. They're all clean They're all clean They're all clean by washing machine.