[Verse 1]
P-p-p-p-put him in a rot cage, scumbag
Eat shit, bitch, you look fucking divine
Put him in a hard place, I scratch your back
In return, you peel off mine
I spit teeth on your grave, you just talk shit online
I-I-I.C.U. on payday, try to grow a spine
Sycophant cyclical hyper-digital spiders shooting out your guts
Apartment typical, a part of you that refuses not to suck
I bet you feel just great-eat-eat
Well, I feel sublime-ime-ime
Rusty fingers through the grate
Telling me you're all mine
[Verse 2]
(Great, ah-ah)
Y-y-y-y-your head is on my hotplate, paired with a glass of wine
In water up to your neck, you're running out of time
I-I-I guess I got my hopes up, I'm just his cash to make
Bo-bo-born inside a test tube, I broke the glass and ran away
Eat, it is good for you, I assure you that there's more coming your way
Nothing much left to do except fuck it up in every single way
I hope you like it, I put my heart inside it
No matter what we do, we all end up on someone else's plate
[Interlude]
(I'm on a canyon with my ass and dick out)