WARNING This song has been rated X for ultra satanic mischief and should not be listened to by anyone What you are about to hear is the most disgusting disgrace of a so called music that has ever been made Oh my name is clowny and I'm a chef by trade, Today we're gonna be looking at how my tasty treats are made, So gather up your weapons cause we're going to the store How to make the food for a clowny carnivore. Running through the dark, Going to the park, Hunting down your prey With the cunning of a shark, Cutting off the arms, Cutting off the legs, Putting all the organs in our organ ziploc bags, Throw em in the trunk Leave em there to rot, Getting out at the handicapped parking spot, Steal a few more wallets, We'll need money for the shopping, Inflations transitory? Well the prices sure aren't dropping, Grab some random food, Grab some random spices, Don't forget the cheese for our cheese platter slices, Crap they called the cops, We're gonna have to flee, Try slowing them down with some tactical pee, Running down the ailse with our arms to the side, Filling up the cart as the cops start to slide, The pee has slowed them down But they're pulling out their guns, Can we make it to the car in an all out run? "Freeze! You're under arrest! Step away from the shopping cart with your hands where I can see em! I said step away from the shopping cart and stop peeing everywhere!" "No way Hose!" The cop aims at me and the bullets start to fly, One of the other clowns gets shot and then he dies, I say my prayers to the mighty Satan, Who tells me to distract them I should try defecatin' The turds hit the floor and the cops all pinch their noses, Like really whats the problem I think my turds smell like roses, Anyhow I take my moment to abscond, We run through the doors to the parking lot beyond. We managed to escape, Such a close call, Nothing personal just business after all, The cops have lost our trail But I guess they'll keep on looking, For the moment though its time to get started with the cooking Slice up the bodies, Slice up the cheese, Turn the oven on, six hundred sixty six degrees, Bake up the bread With genital yeast, Add in the fetuses for the great beast! "GAAALIC! BAM! MORE GAALIC! BAAAM! BAM BAM BAM!" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU FUCKING DONKEY THAT CAT's NOT DEAD YET!" "Shut up chuckles there's more that one way to skin a cat!" "AAH! The deep fryer with the children's entrails in it caught on fire!" "GAAALIC! BAM!" "FREEZE! You're under arrest... AGAIN! This warrant is for 6 counts of murder, 6 counts of grave robbing, And 6 counts of unlawful abortions here in the state of Texas! Come out of the kitchen with your hands in the air!" No!!! I'd rather die! You won't take me alive! Just watch me jump into the oven's gaping maw! AAAH! But I'll be back! Back from the flames of hell, You'd best be watching kid, cause I'm above the law!