VANITY (TW cannibalism)

**[Verse 1]**
Insane in the membrane, but I lure 'em sweet like candy in the trap,
Whisper "my darling, get under the knife," watch your broken pride collapse.
A cut so perfect in its prime, slice ya slow, make it prime time,
All that I see, 63, I need to be your afterlife—divine dine.
Eucharist, I deify the feast, god, oh, fuck the fork and knife,
I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite! That I won't waste a good meal, nigga.
Offal on the table, heart, liver, guts—I scoop 'em clean, no filler,
Why would I desecrate a carcass? Oh, why let the offal go to waste?
Your aortic work of art, pumpin' red till I carve it out smart.

**[Hook]**
The slaughter's on, I'd love to see you come undone,
Unsatisfied until I've got you flayed alive—grab a plate, have a taste.
這口味讓我陶醉, blood drip sweet like fine wine chase,
All my love's precision carves a cut to simply die for, oh, your heart—my knife, my life!
To carve it out, your life—oh, to dress your flesh up with the works,
Perfectly portioned by a dagger, servin' the finest leftover dessert.

**[Verse 2]**
Motivated now, no chains, I'd kill every last bitch if I had the chance,
Stack bodies high like plates at the banquet, dance in the crimson expanse.
I'm happy as fuck with this hunger, don't feel insane, just elevated, king,
Preyin' on the weak, lure 'em close with a grin, then the real feast begin.
I'm still preying on a butcher's vein, oh, they tell me gluttony's a sin,
But my desire, it's bottomless—slit your throat and eat 'til I get sick, twin.
Wordplay savage: I "plate" ya pretty, serve ya raw, no debate,
My love, my knife, portion ya life into bites I masticate—fate sealed tight.

**[Hook]**
The slaughter's on, I'd love to see you come undone,
Unsatisfied until I've got you flayed alive—grab a plate, have a taste.
這口味讓我陶醉, blood drip sweet like fine wine chase,
All my love's precision carves a cut to simply die for, oh, your heart—my knife, my life!
To carve it out, your life—oh, to dress your flesh up with the works,

**[Outro]**
Vanity's the flavor, offal never wasted, humans on the menu daily,
I'd wipe the world clean if I could—motivated, insane? Nah, just godly, savory.
Now the slaughter's mine... *bon appétit, bitches.*

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