Pungent Stench - Pungent Stench

Rotting fetus in your womb

Your own body is his tomb

Mucous little brat

Drowned in clothing blood

Disgusting gastric juice

Drops out of your mother’s vagina

Pungent stench of festered gore

Your pussy is a vicous sore

Worms in your entrails

Prey upon the melted embryo

Corroded brain and skin

Your son died for your sin

Too many drugs in pregnancy

You killed your child but now it kills you

Titanic waves of bestial stench

Comes from your month it’s the child’s revenge

Bursting boils nauseous flood

Malformation and yellow blood

Now you can dig in your baby’s guts

Tear the corpse out and look what you’ve done

Don’t repent this mistake, now you get your punishment

The little brat will rip you till the end