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Eat lots of babies, at the buffet
When I don't eat babies, that's not a good day
I enjoy my babies, they taste so delicate
I like by baby rare, with a side of runny shit

Oh, I eat babies every day
If you don't fucking like it go away

Start at the legs and finish with the head
My favorite kind of babies are the ones that aren't dead, yet
I love them, they are a tasty treat
Baby baby baby you're my favorite purple meat

The waiter's being slow, he'd better not be late
When I order baby I would prefer not to wait
Are you gonna finish that my friend you barely ate
Just slap a big old juicy baby right upon my plate

Oh, baby, you're so tasty in my mouth


Eat lots of babies, at the buffet
When I don't eat babies, that's not a good day
I enjoy my babies, they taste so delicate
I like by baby rare, with a side of runny shit

Oh, I will eat babies to the end
If you've never had it, I would reccomend

Start at the legs and finish with the head
My favorite kind of babies are the ones that aren't dead, yet
I love them, they are a tasty treat
Baby baby baby you're my favorite purple meat

The waiter's being slow, he'd better not be late
When I order baby I would prefer not to wait
Are you gonna finish that my friend you barely ate
Just slap a big old juicy baby right upon my plate

Oh, baby, you're so tasty in my mouth


Lyrics submitted by crotchphaes

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