Blood, Pus and Gastric Juice

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