Bottom Feeder Lyrics
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Album | Sour Grapes(2020) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Technical Death Metal, Brutal Death Metal |
Labels | Everlasting Spew Records |
Album rating : 80 / 100
Votes : 1
Votes : 1
4. Bottom Feeder (3:05)
I recall it all in flashes.
What was left unconsumed is now ashes.
Power turned to powder.
Rice on my Suede socks? Chop you into pieces and puree you into sauce.
Pride defiled your discretion, black-and-blue from teeth impressions.
Liver with a twist of lime. Had this shit coming for a long fucking time.
Crafting sandwiches out of spleen.
Wash it down with some homemade lean.
Aortic casserole hits the spot.
Reduction with a deep-fried varicose blood clot.
My meals stay kept for days.
Food stamps from beyond the grave.
Bless this bitch our daily bread.
You were so full of yourself, and now I'm full of you.
My bottom feeder stew.
You may have left me broke, but I won't let you leave me hungry.
You had a bone to pick, and now I'm going to pick my teeth with your bones.
Feasting on the nerve of this bitch-
Hold my beer-
Biting on the hand that feeds me-
Committed crime and its dinner time-
Hold my beer-
Gorging on the hand that feeds me-
Swimming in your guts,
Spaghetti supersized,
This is your last supper and your permanent demise.
Sauteed slop, chewing eyeballs till they pop.
Cutting through your entrails like a hungry hungry hippo.
Flossing your innards out of my incisors.
Bolognese from human waste.
Each time i cashed my check,
I saw my hands around your neck,
Boiled brains in bladder soup,
Savoring the kidney stomach goop.
In life you were a piece of shit,
Now, in death, you are my shit.
What was left unconsumed is now ashes.
Power turned to powder.
Rice on my Suede socks? Chop you into pieces and puree you into sauce.
Pride defiled your discretion, black-and-blue from teeth impressions.
Liver with a twist of lime. Had this shit coming for a long fucking time.
Crafting sandwiches out of spleen.
Wash it down with some homemade lean.
Aortic casserole hits the spot.
Reduction with a deep-fried varicose blood clot.
My meals stay kept for days.
Food stamps from beyond the grave.
Bless this bitch our daily bread.
You were so full of yourself, and now I'm full of you.
My bottom feeder stew.
You may have left me broke, but I won't let you leave me hungry.
You had a bone to pick, and now I'm going to pick my teeth with your bones.
Feasting on the nerve of this bitch-
Hold my beer-
Biting on the hand that feeds me-
Committed crime and its dinner time-
Hold my beer-
Gorging on the hand that feeds me-
Swimming in your guts,
Spaghetti supersized,
This is your last supper and your permanent demise.
Sauteed slop, chewing eyeballs till they pop.
Cutting through your entrails like a hungry hungry hippo.
Flossing your innards out of my incisors.
Bolognese from human waste.
Each time i cashed my check,
I saw my hands around your neck,
Boiled brains in bladder soup,
Savoring the kidney stomach goop.
In life you were a piece of shit,
Now, in death, you are my shit.
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Sour Grapes - Lyrics
1. Rat King Lyrics | 2. Losing Streak Lyrics |
3. I Shit Your Pants Lyrics | ▶ 4. Bottom Feeder Lyrics |
5. Evolutionary Wart Lyrics | 6. The People's Temple Lyrics |
7. Seth Putnam Was a Sensitive Man Lyrics |
Sour Grapes - Album Credits
Members
- Alan Glassman : Guitars
- Adam Mason : Vocals
- Darren Cesca : Drums
- Zachary Pappas : Bass
Additional musicians
- Jay Blaisdell : Lyrics (track 8)
Other staff
- Darren Cesca : Mixing, Mastering Engineer
- Carlo Altobelli : Mastering (vinyl)
- Tony Koehl : Artwork, Layout
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