Text písně The Number Twelve Looks Like You: Document Grace Budd

Document Grace Budd


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I took her to an empty house in westchester i had already picked up
When we got there i told her to wait outside, pick wild flowers
I went upstairs and stripped all of my clothes off
I knew if i did not i would get her blood on them
When all was ready i went to the window and called her
Then i hid in the closet until she was in the room
She saw me all naked and began to cry and tried to run downstairs
I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama
First i stripped her naked
How she did kick bite and scratch
I choked her to death
Then i cut her into small peices so i could take my meat to my room, cook
And eat it
Sweet and tender her ass roasted in the oven
It took me nine days to eat her entire body
I did not fuck her
Though i could have as i wished
She died a virgin







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