Saint of Decay lyrics

(BURP) YEAH... DOES THAT SOUND FAMILIAR, b*tch?
I'M SURE IT DOES! AHAHAHAHA

b*tch IT’S MOTHA f*ckIN 4LUNG, THE ANGEL OF DEATH
b*tchES LINING UP TO WIFE ME BETTER NOT HOLD THEIR BREATH
CUZ I'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH ALL YOU FAGGOTS AND FAKES
I DON'T ASSOCIATE WITH PEOPLE BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE SNAKES

GONNA RENT MYSELF A LITTLE STUDIO IN SPOKANE
FILL IT UP WITH TONS OF sh*t AND DIE ALONE IF I CAN
CUZ THE KINDNESS OF ANOTHER ALWAYS COMES WITH A FEE
AND THAT AIN’T THE KINDA SUCKA THAT I'M TRYNA BE

GOT A HAND ON MY KNIFE, KEEP A PAW ON MY PIECE
I'LL REVEAL WHAT I CONCEAL WHEN YOU EXPECT IT THE LEAST
UR ASS AIN'T EVEN SWISS BUT THEY BE CALLIN YOU CHEESE
BECAUSE I CREAM IN EVERY HOLE I MAKE TO SPREAD MY DISEASE

I'M A NO GOOD DIRTY ROTTEN SON OF A f*ck
AND IF YOU WANNA BE MY FRIEND WELL THEN YOU'RE sh*t OUTTA LUCK
BECAUSE HUMANS MAKE ME FEEL SO f*ckIN SICK I COULD CHUCK
VAMPIRE-ASS b*tchES ALL YOU DO IS SUCK

I'LL CONSUME YOUR f*ckIN BODY AND I'LL START WITH THE LEGS
THROW YA BONES INTO A PILE OF FECES LIKE POPE GREG (the 1st)
I DON’T CARE IF IT’S A CIRCLE, I'M DRIVIN A SQUARE PEG
CHEW YOUR f*ckIN FACE LIKE I’M TRIPPING ON NUTMEG
I'M A THREAT TO YOUR HEALTH
I'M A THREAT TO YOUR LIFE
I'M A THREAT TO YOUR MOTHER SON DAUGHTER AND UR WIFE
I’M THE MARQUIS DE SADE
I'M THE SAINT OF DECAY
I'M WHATEVER I GOTTA CALL MYSELF TO KEEP YOU AWAY, b*tch!

f*ck YOU!