Intense Hammer Rage - Babysitter lyrics

Hurt your son he wants mum Oh what fun Entrusted with him alone with her Babysittin babyslitter Your daughter, ill slaughter Fun galore You're to blame for their pain You are why, there to die Took your time with your lady Made gravy from your babies I was impressed with the mess I found within your kids flesh Tucked the large chunks into bed Couldn't find much, too well to spread