Flesh-Reduction-2014-Fizzle

Sniff, sniff

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota

Fuck the rythm

Fuck the rap

Fuck all that crap

I smell flesh

Fuck my family

Fuck crystal meth

All I want now, is death

My eyes turn red

Imma monster

There is no going back

Shit must've brought my seasonings and sauces

Fill up the body full of crosses

Not so tough now bitch, who the fuck gives a fuck about all your porches and

All your other fuckin garbage

Fuck you, bitch, imagine me bitch, I had feed myself with tree mosses

You had your chance, whore, and now you lost it

Im overcautious, too many losses,

Now at least, im feedin myself with your organs

My dick in ya so fast like when a missile lauches

Woops sorry, Tasty food makes me go off topic