HORROR

Stop bitching

The fiends are outside, so you know I am whipping in the kitchen

Cooking up the product

Like a meal at Red Lobster

Except I don’t got no shells

I am a fucking mobster

Silly imposter, full of additives like a latte from Costa

So I bought you and sold you to the streets

“Come sit down; I got you front row seats”

“Boys tear him up till his eyes bleed”

Never ever forget that I am the devil you feed

The evil you reluctantly breathe

A being who will break you down to your fucking knees !