Listen to me I have a story to tell 
About a guy whose name I can't spell 
He likes blood, pus and gastric juice 
Of course blood too, so let him booze 
He is insane for a brain 
Laps of gut, sips the fluid 
For the sweet, he takes meat 
To the bone, for him alone 
Never he is full or has enough 
Wouldn't dream of stop eating people though