Smut King

Ravaged, scarred Book me in, imperial suit Twenty hours, hell no Make it a week A fashion deprivation A skin-flick fantasy The anastesia won't help you now Slip it in Lash marks, cigarette burns Cum stains, lipstick traces Rehab, therapy, I collapse breakdown s*x drive, transform anti-lifeforms Slip it in Now dig this supply me A mouthful of absolutely nothing Now understand I owe you nothing A tremble beads of sweat well paid Wash it off burn the evidence What goes around comes around It's in the works a cellular collapse Burning human antidote condone it Premote self extinction, shot ripped, f**ked