Host
What a way to set the mood
A silent city, stuff chopped and screwed
Don't even think about being rude
Taste fear
Spit gratitude
Docility, lack of hostility
This beat and I are liars
We feel affinity
Future servility
We'll hug you in your sleep like spiders
Stop with that attitude
You're still dog food no meal but you're so screwed
Were you chewed?
I'm sure you taste like butter
But you might taste better with pepper
You blighter
Chill stop looking for snipers
The clic are your teeth
No biter, no trigger
Later, I'll cook that muscle fibre
No answers
Paranoia's tighter
Monsters in every alley
Sadly you're lost
Can't find a lady
Carry a pair
You should wear a fanny
We hate boys
Well they taste like candy
I guess we love brains but we could suck your veins
Don't give names
Let doubt remain
First need to drain you
Such a pretty diner
Show us the colour of that muscle fibre
You look like you've seen a ghost
You know most folks hope it's a hoax
No running for help
I'm a nice host
Treat my meat like royalty at all cost
Nothing like safety
You can breath
Don't wanna eat smurf boy
But you can't leave
But really, no Floyd boy
Yet I'm naive
I know you'll stick around boy
Or I'll shoot like cops around kids with toys boy
Now we be waiting for the heat
Sweat the onions make 'em sweet
Add some butter, then the treat
Wait an hour, then you'll eat
Annoying like a lobster
Relax dip in the hot tub
Eggs, oil and some mustard
No need to worry now it's all over
A silent city, stuff chopped and screwed
Don't even think about being rude
Taste fear
Spit gratitude
Docility, lack of hostility
This beat and I are liars
We feel affinity
Future servility
We'll hug you in your sleep like spiders
Stop with that attitude
You're still dog food no meal but you're so screwed
Were you chewed?
I'm sure you taste like butter
But you might taste better with pepper
You blighter
Chill stop looking for snipers
The clic are your teeth
No biter, no trigger
Later, I'll cook that muscle fibre
No answers
Paranoia's tighter
Monsters in every alley
Sadly you're lost
Can't find a lady
Carry a pair
You should wear a fanny
We hate boys
Well they taste like candy
I guess we love brains but we could suck your veins
Don't give names
Let doubt remain
First need to drain you
Such a pretty diner
Show us the colour of that muscle fibre
You look like you've seen a ghost
You know most folks hope it's a hoax
No running for help
I'm a nice host
Treat my meat like royalty at all cost
Nothing like safety
You can breath
Don't wanna eat smurf boy
But you can't leave
But really, no Floyd boy
Yet I'm naive
I know you'll stick around boy
Or I'll shoot like cops around kids with toys boy
Now we be waiting for the heat
Sweat the onions make 'em sweet
Add some butter, then the treat
Wait an hour, then you'll eat
Annoying like a lobster
Relax dip in the hot tub
Eggs, oil and some mustard
No need to worry now it's all over
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Writer(s): Sonny Bellonie
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