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DINNER! - Femtanyl
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DINNER! Femtanyl

DINNER! - Femtanyl
Put him in a rot cage
Scumbag
Eat shit, bitch
You look fucking divine!
Put him in a hard place
I scratch your back
In return, you peel off mine
I spit teeth on your grave
You just talk shit online
I.C.U on payday
Try to grow a spine
Sycophant cyclical hyper-digital
Spiders shooting out of your guts
Apartment typical
A part of you that refuses not to suck
I bet you feel just great
Well I feel sublime
Rusted fingers through the grate
Telling me you’re all mine
Your head is on my hotplate
Paired with a glass of wine
In water up to your neck
You’re running out of time
I guess I got my hopes up
I'm just his cash to make
Born inside a test tube
I broke the glass and ran away
Eat it is good for you I assure you that there's more coming today
Nothing much left to do except fuck it up in every single way
I hope you like it
I put my heart inside it
No matter what we do we all end up on someone elses plate
(I’m at a canyon with my ass and dick out)
Sax solo
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