For tonight i'm gonna make your rancid flesh cry
And it was never up to you, so Swallow or Die!
I need no recognition, or praise
All i want to do is to, erase your grace!
With the dignity in pieces, insanity increases
Along side the list of horrible diseases
I, will now insert, as i please!
Your own flesh, shit, or child from the womb
Either one you choose, none leaves this tomb
The mere whimper of despair, now there's my comfort!
Remember there's no exit, therefore nothing left, but for you, to obey me!
For me, this is all shit's and giggles
Your existence, none but a means, for me, to cum!
And, to, make, Celinas, giny tiggle!
So, tonight i'm gonna make your rancid flesh cry
And it was never up to you, so Swallow or Die!
Spitters are Quitters!