Laughing, drooling in your face   Grinning outcasts of our race   Tied from hands and feet and waist   You look up in fear      A horrid stench you do behold   The one of rot, mildew and mold   As a cretin grabs ahold   Of your testicles      Start to cry out, but you're stopped   Your mouth is stifled with a cock   Which was removed from your own stocks   The laughter carries on      Bid your balls a sad farewell   As you curse them all to hell   Then you realize too well   Hell is where you are   Dismembered slowly, feet to head   Not soon enough you will be dead   Your purpose: keep these monsters fed