SOD lyrical quandary

namgorf

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I've been toiling over the lyrics for SOD's "Seasoning the Obese" for quite some time now, I'd like to get some feedback, as well as the completed verses from what I was able to decipher from Bill-Speak. Here goes, I may be WAY off base on these....

licking my chops
as the terror unfolds
savor the bitter sweet flavor of death
searing your flesh
now your pain is fen fold
soon you will be just a (???????)

The apple of my eye
is an apple in your mouth
the king and I will feast
as we season the obese

(???) be had
now become my tender morsel (??????????)
you will (??????????) death from my pallet
there is nothing better than human with a salmon

The apple of my eye
is an apple in your mouth
the king and I will feast
as we season the obese

marinate your configuration
coming to a boil
sitting in the slop
as you fry in wasted oil
do you wanna fry?

licking my chops
as the terror unfolds
savor the bitter sweet flavor of death
searing your flesh
now your pain is fen fold
soon you will be just a (???????)

The apple of my eye
is an apple in your mouth
the king and I will feast
as we season the obese

The apple of my eye
is an apple in your mouth
the king and I will feast
as we season
 
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licking my chops
as the terror unfolds
savor the bitter sweet flavor of death
searing your flesh
now your pain is ten fold
soon you will be just a Memorable breathe

The apple of my eye
is an apple in your mouth
the king and I will feast
as we season the obese

Tender thoughts that i once had of us holding hands
now become my tender morsel dressed in pecans
you are here to fill me up and satisfy my pallet
there is nothing better than human with a salad

The apple of my eye
is an apple in your mouth
the king and I will feast
as we season the obese

Marinate your configuration
coming to a boil
Skin begins to sloth
as you fry in Wesson oil
do you wanna fry?

Licking my chops
as the terror unfolds
savor the bitter sweet flavor of death
searing your flesh
now your pain is ten fold
soon you will be just a memorable breathe

The apple of my eye
is an apple in your mouth
the king and I will feast
as we season the obese

The apple of my eye
is an apple in your mouth
the king and I will feast
as we season