Bouty Johnson - I Love Flesh Lyrics

That's what I'm talkin' about
That's fresh virgin blood
Yeah, you had a sick one
I love flesh, right when it's ripped off the skin
It tastes fresh, rigor mortis sets off with the limbs
Rip your bones out, your frame got your body to bend
Like a slingshot, the king's got lost in his sin
And it's hard to escape it in the tunnel of hatred
Yeah, we all found the love, but then we misplaced it
Into the women relations of sorts, of course we swear
This one's the one, but she turns out a fake bitch
I got no more patience
Shards of rigid glass what I mutilate her face with
Let the blood drip so the cunt can taste it
Eat a corpse with a fork, and there's more in the basement
Now I'm screamin' to Satan
That these sacrifices will be my payment
And the blood on the wall will be my painting
If you lookin' for a saint, in my direction, bitch
It ain't him
I'm jaded
I'm tainted
I took the rap game and raped it
Man, I'm chillin' in the spaceship
And that's the payment
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Yo, what was up with that baby, man
That baby was nice
That's a clean baby, man
I can't eat that
No, that baby was dirty
Give me a fork(jokes)
Yo, I'm lost
Plus, I never knew who I was
And the boss just fired me from that job called love
So my application has to have hatred
It helps with the motivation for the concentration
But how can I have a clear mind with all this fear I'm involved with
Yeah, I know we all got problems
But some more than others
While the suburb kids hate their parents
The hood's still in the war over colors
Even though it's more of just throwing up a sign now
You could get shot if you just raise your eyebrow
If you can't put up with this shit, then bitch, lie down
Or maybe you can just keep your f*cking mouth shut
The dirty over the polish, that's how the South was
But I just see it as a realer point of view
If you stealing from me, I'm stealing from you
Taking back what's mine, and put it back in design
The truth is what we lacking to find, and we laughing at minds
And we wonder why these motherf*ckers attracted to crime
And I'm never blasting a nine again
But these rhyming gems, bitch, you'll never have a fraction of mine
It's Bouty
It's Bouty
It's Bouty, bout it
It's Bouty, bout it, bout it
It's Bouty, bout it, bout it
It's Bouty, bout it, bout it
It's Bouty
It's Bouty