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Fleshpiles of tissue mass Lethal velocity These creatures put to death With tire impression They lay on the lanes Yes, it's my larder I can choose everything I want Whatever takes my faney To appease my strange taste and hunger A roadkill recipe Cooked it will be Shriveled piece of flesh A steak with asphalt mesh I need no recipe book So let us fucking cook Shapeless roadkill pancake Firstly deboned and sliceed And then corned in sweet-hot sauce The scent of ripe meat Mixes with odour of spice in bizarre As in flame of burner I grill it At last dinner can be served I love the couvert fantasy Whatever will augment that taste A roadkill recipe Cooked it will be Shriveled piece'of flesh A steak with asphalt mesh Yes, kiss the cook And then you can puke! From Letras Mania