Servant Filth

You better shut the **** up and come up to me with my kin
Or I will maul you limb from limb and force the shit straight through your skin
You’re afraid of my sickening look which tortures you, cause I am the one who’s haunting you, you religious slaves
I am your God
Pray to me, Pray to my face
Die with disgrace, you will never get back to this place which you call home, I will burn this planet to the core
If you think you can get the **** out alive here
You’re definitely thinking wrong
I am your overlord you ****ing cattle