Babies Fiesta! Lyrics

Don't let that perfectly good baby go to waste



The fresher the bigger the better the taste



A good time in our mind is a bad in yours

While you're at your job we're fucking breaking down your doors

We'll cook your daughter in your kitchen eat her on the spot

Her legs were really tender but the arms were surely not



Medium rare or slightly burnt

An itty bitty dash of salt and pepper couldn't hurt



This one baby sang a song and it went a little something like this



Please don't eat me, please don't eat me

Please don't eat me, let me live

Please don't eat me, please don't eat me

Please don't eat me I'm not yet ripe



Oh baby don't try that shit

I'm eating you either way

I need to decide whether

I want to fry or just sautee



Eating babies for every meal

How do you like the sound of that deal



(growling)