Beaver Eating Eating

Oh, oh 11-19, she tastes like ice cream My son wakin' up, he havin' light dreams Body hella warm 11-19, she tastes like ice cream My son wakin' up, he havin' light dreams Body hella warm, she rubbin' on my arm Takin' off her clothes, she takin' off my robe I'm going down You coming now Chanel on my chain I'm glowing up They say you are what you eat, girl, I'm eating you I'm getting off, that's just me, girl, I'm fucking you Biting on your neck, girl, I'm touching you House on the hills, girl, she love the view Ooh, sing me somethin' tonight Ooh, sing me somethin' tonight Ooh, sing me somethin' tonight She rollin' up, I'm high They say you are what you eat, girl, I'm eating you They say you are what you eat, girl, I'm eating you I wanna touch you ona flight, boo I wanna fuck you when we fight, boo I wanna fuck you on sight, boo I love everything about you Tryna take you out the house, boo Then get you on the couch, boo You inspire me a lot, boo I'm 'bout to finish up the album They say you are what you eat, girl, I'm eating you I'm getting off, that's just me, girl, I'm fucking you Biting on your neck, girl, I'm touching you House on the hills, girl, she love the view Sing me somethin' tonight Sing me somethin' tonight Sing me somethin' tonight She rollin' up, I'm high They say you are what you eat, girl, I'm eating you They say you are what you eat, girl, I'm eating you I'm eating you I'm eating you I'm eating you

Inside the mausoleum a sour body, assembled is the coven for gluttony Opening the casket disgusting horrid sight, feast can now begin necrovorous rite Ripped up gutter, a stench most foul Morbid pleasure, the disembowel Tapping the black blood, drinking iron wine Dead you fill your purpose, human swine Devouring the innards, feast on rotting sore Stinking corpse for eating, feeding on the gore The grizzly ritual, will now proceed Body dismembered, through cannibal greed Bloody limbs are scattered, a smelly pile Dead one torn asunder, an act most vile Devouring the innards, feast on rotting sore Stinking corpse for eating, feeding on the gore Eating from a coffin - Eating from a grave - Eating from a coffin - Eating from a grave Rancid decay, pouring out from the sockets Fancied dismay, sticky fingers into rear pockets Molestation frenzy, excreting the skeletal remains Rabid faces eerie, smeared in clotted moshed brains Coffin stained with dirt, stinking gory soil Chewed off stumps into the cauldron for the boil Fed are now the ghouls, and the crones Consumed is the corpse, burnt are the bones Devouring the innards, feast on rotting sore Stinking corpse for eating, feeding on the gore Eating from a coffin - Eating from a grave - Eating from a coffin - Eating from a grave