Fuck that gay boring soft shit

[YDK]

Flashing with brilliance;
I'm determined to stack my cash to the ceiling
Never slowing down till I'm in a casket and willing.
I got women on my cock saying my jackets appealing,
Unknowing that its actually my hatchet they're feeling.
I like to slice and dice 'em right before i spice and bite 'em,
The price is twice as high if I add the rice and glycine.
Spoiled pounds in vatts as I'm boiling down the fats,
People say I'm sick because they're oiled; drowned in gas.
What's a bitch to me? Just a meal thats fit for three,
Take the ribs and thighs let them smoke with hickory.
The rest is history! I feed the breast to dogs,
Unattractive lumps of fat unless they're sitting in a bra.
Weak in the knees from the beatings that please,
Every money hungry whore is appeasing to tease.
I sell their bodies on the streets till they catch a disease,
Then i kill em, cut em, and cook em and and resell them as meat.
My souls been dead for years, Jeffrey Dahmer and his peers,
Living well in hell, they're just grateful that I'm here.
Satan's left hand man I make a KILLING; earth and hell,
I sold MY soul for this and it was completely worth the sell.
Filled with greed and gluttony I feed these demons hungrily,
because it's abundantly clear that I'm only here for the company.

“ Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company."
― Mark Twain