Saint Of Decay

Yeah
Does that sound familiar bitch?
I'm sure it does
(Ha ha ha ha)

Bitch it's motherfuckin' 4lung
The angel of death
Bitches lining up to wife me better not hold their breath
Cause' I've had it up to here with all you faggots 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 shit and die alone if I can
Cause' the kindness of another always comes with a fee
And that ain't the kind of sucka that I'm 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
Your 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 fuck
And if you wanna be my friend well then you're shit outta luck
Because humans make me feel so fuckin' sick I could chuck
Vampire-ass bitches all you do is suck

I'll consume your fuckin' body and I'll start with the legs
Throw your bones into a pile of feces like Pope Greg (the First)
I don't care if it's a circle I'm drivin' a square peg
Chew your fuckin' 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 your wife
I'm the Marquis de Sade
I'm the Saint of Decay
I'm whatever I gotta call myself to keep you away, bitch

(Fuck you!)