saint of decay - 4lung lyrics
(burp) yeah.. does that sound familiar, b*tch?
i’m sure it does! ahahahaha
b*tch it’s motha f*ckin 4lung, the angel of death
b*tches lining up to wife me better not hold their breath
cuz i’ve had it up to here with all you f*ggots and fakes
i don’t associate with people because people are snakes
gonna rent myself a little studio in spokane
fill it up with tons of sh*t and die alone if i can
cuz the kindness of another always comes with a fee
and that ain’t the kinda sucka that im tryna be
got a hand on my knife, keep a paw on my piece
i’ll reveal what i conceal when you expect it the least
ur ass ain’t even swiss but they be callin you cheese
because i cream in every hole i make to spread my disease
i’m a no good dirty rotten son of a f*ck
and if you wanna be my friend well then ur sh*t outta luck
becuz humans make me feel so f*ckin sick i could chuck
vampire*ass b*tches all you do is suck
i’ll consume your f*ckin body and i’ll start with the legs
throw ya bones into a pile of feces like pope greg (the 1st)
i don’t care if it’s a circle im drivin a square peg
chew your f*ckin face like i’m tripping on nutmeg
i’m a threat to your health
i’m a threat to your life
i’m a threat to your mother son daughter and ur wife
i’m the marquis de sade
i’m the saint of decay
i’m whatever i gotta call myself to keep you away, b*tch!
f*ck you!
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