Feast
Smokin' my life away
Brain in the microwave
Fishin' and I'm wishin' that the bag gonna bite today
Wakin' up the press
I need the money I'll find a way
By the way don't fuck with me
I'll make sure you don't see the light of day
Shut the fuck up
I don't sympathize
If you're screamin' in pain then pussy boy you prolly meant to die
Watch you wither in the dirt I hear it amplify
Fuck an alibi
Better step aside!
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
A feast for the worms as they feed on your flesh
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Puncture your skin to be one with my blade
Euphoria comes as I watch you decay
Put you in the dirt
Or watch you burn
Your corpse is a feast for the worms
A feast for the worms as they feed on your flesh
Stripped from the fuckin' bone until there is nothing left
Gun to the head
You're dripping red
You're full of fucking lead
A feast for the worms as they feed on your flesh
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Brain in the microwave
Fishin' and I'm wishin' that the bag gonna bite today
Wakin' up the press
I need the money I'll find a way
By the way don't fuck with me
I'll make sure you don't see the light of day
Shut the fuck up
I don't sympathize
If you're screamin' in pain then pussy boy you prolly meant to die
Watch you wither in the dirt I hear it amplify
Fuck an alibi
Better step aside!
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
A feast for the worms as they feed on your flesh
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Puncture your skin to be one with my blade
Euphoria comes as I watch you decay
Put you in the dirt
Or watch you burn
Your corpse is a feast for the worms
A feast for the worms as they feed on your flesh
Stripped from the fuckin' bone until there is nothing left
Gun to the head
You're dripping red
You're full of fucking lead
A feast for the worms as they feed on your flesh
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
Stripped from the bone until there's nothing left
Feast
Feast
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Writer(s): Benjiman Reilley Roach, Ethan Blade Konor
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