I set up the hidden camera on my brother and caught some of the craziest shit of all time, have to see to believe.

Labels: freddy

Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With posthumous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalized
My forensic inquisition is fulfilled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...
I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...
Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed with the badly decomposed
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast, putrid reek
Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgues makes me laugh...
Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch.

If you ever need advice on how to be a good rapper just let me know. Sorry son, but you ain't got the skills to pay the bills.

ha ha kruger got him again hey u should get freddy to run around and get the kids trick or treating it would be bad ass cuz then u could like burn him agian or sumthin an ways u rule perkoff WIGGZY69 OUT!!!!!

ha ha kruger got him again hey u should get freddy to run around and get the kids trick or treating it would be bad ass cuz then u could like burn him agian or sumthin an ways u rule perkoff WIGGZY69 OUT!!!!!

ha ha freddy got him again but u should have freddy com out to play tommorow and get the little kids lol then u can kill him again well as al ways u rule WIGGZY69 OUT!!!!

My rapping skills may suck syphillitic dog's ganglia, but the drunken gnomes that hide under my desk just gave me David Hasselhoff's entire recorded singing output for my birthday.

So there.