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 call my hitbox a problem They tell me to up my fps. They say I can't keep myself from chasing E-evey Elliot and guest. To chase you up with "teleporting". Oh, they tell me lagging is a sin. But my computer, it's terrible I wanna chase every support in my sight!

THANK YOU (I can listen to it on here and why I say that is because my mom has no rated e content songs on spotify on T_T)

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They say my hitbox a problem 🔥

They say my hunger's 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 gluttony's a sin But my desire, it's bottomless I wanna slit your throat and eat 'til I get sick The slaughter's on I'd love to see you come undone Unsatisfied, until I've got you flayed alive So grab a plate, have a taste 這口味讓我陶醉 I'm still preying on a 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 your face The slaughter's mine Oh, blood and viscera divine Preserved and primed Each muscle divvied up to dine And in the high, 我存在 Tasting 血淋淋的愛 I'll devour all of you in time Oh, your heart Aortic work of art My love, my knife To carve it