Here is a Killer Phone Sex diddy I wrote based off of the Christmas tune so true to my soul rotting in hell version. I am a sinner, but only to those whom are bigger sinners in that they pretend, lie, and cloak their true selves with flesh masks of soccer moms and dads. Those holier than thou are the biggest sinners. Those of deafening religious righteousness only anger me into hate fucking their sullen skulls.
Silent Night, Deadly Night
Nothing insight, but the burial site
Pound yer steak, make no mistake
Unholy varmint, so tender and blight
Rotting in a stench ridden night
Rotting in a stench ridden night
Unholy Dead so rotted and smelly
Hell welcomes them into it’s night
Unholy creatures dredge from below
Unholy hosts chant incantations of murder and sorrow
Undead, the undead have risen
The undead of the netherworld has risen…
Silent Night Deadly night
Son of Sam takes another soul..
Gory secrets from below unfold
Deaths rotting stench fills the nostrils of many
Once the stench is smelt the living become dead
Unholy night, silent cries
Blood curdling screams of death unearthed…
Unliving evil purged and with blight… Unholy night of innocence lost..
Bludgeoning heads of girls so young
Son of Sam makes my dreams cum true… at last…
Blood curdling screams of innocence now gone.
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