They said my hitbox a problem

“Vanity Jason” do we deserve destruction

They say my hungers a problem. They tell me to curb my appetite. They say I can't keep myself from trying A bite of every plate in sight. They worship patience, a virtue. Oh, they tell me gluttonys a sin. But my desire, it's bottomless I wanna slit your throat and eat til I get sick! The slaughters on, id love to see you come undone Unsatisfied until I've got you flayed alive So grab a plate Have a taste (Korean "the flavor intoxicating") I'm still preying on the butcher's vein . .. .. To truss you up in pretty patterns Oh, to dress your flesh up with the works. Perfectly portioned by a dagger serving The finest leftover dessert. Why would I desecrate a carcass? Oh, why let the offal go to waste? It's love that guides my cleaver With such tenderness A perfect strike to fix the horror on ur face! The slaughters mine now all the viscera divine Preserved and primed, each muscle divvied up divine So watch the high (Korean) Tasting (more Korean) I'll devour all of you in time Oh, your h

THEY SAY MY HUNGERS A PROBLEM

Bald

hmmm what's this