Needle Play - Drink B4 U Think Lyrics

Long live
The dead
All my father wanted
Were some pre-ordered seats in heaven
What a dim simpleton?
A good life lost to superstition
Despite my success
To him, I'd always remain
A let down
A Luciferean disappointment
So long
You stupid mother f*cker

Calculated
Intimacy
Exploitative
By design
Unscrupulous
Magnificence
Self-reflection
Is squandered time
I much prefer to be more
Machiavellian
In composure

When a girl is down on her luck
O! that's when she's ripe for the hunt
She'll feel your devilish touch
And you'll learn that thankless cunt

Sometimes I pay for sex with crack
Open your church choir mouth
And taste my wrath

Revenge
Is a dish best served
Drenched in cum

This wretched oblivion
Is my humble dominion
The wholesome die first
And I laugh last