Slow Cooking

Ozu

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    Hey, how's it going? Looks like you're fucking sick
    It's been a hard minute since we last convened
    Both of us truly have changed so much
    I've had plenty time to think about the damage you've caused

    How sweet, you found another replacement
    Gave the same lies you promised to me
    What a shame, now she's game, what a pity
    It's ok, We'll be happy with all your money

    Revenge is a easy, free type of therapy
    You fucked my life, traumatized me, insanity
    You ate my heart, threw it up, spat on it
    Ripped my skin by force just 'cause you felt like it

    Don't you worry, you know I'm a great cook
    I've filleted things much worse than you
    Made your favorite soup in a metal pot
    Put you 212ºF, called your ex-lovers to my potluck

    Bought out the finest china
    Picked the best of ya
    Served, fresh kill
    Like you used to demand

    Always slow cook meat
    For full flavor, wide awake
    Wanna see you in pain

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    My mother called me the other day, she
    Said she's worried about my psyche
    Don't feel bad, it wasn't your fault at all
    Take your time, wounds will heal, you'll be back in no time

    Fuck that, Speedruning thru this shit
    I can't afford to sit around, cry to a guy
    For God knows how long

    You messed with the wrong person
    Should've kept your dick in your pants
    Now you're foot long

    You're sick in the head, read the bible: Thou shall not kill
    You'll go to hell Thank God I'm an atheist
    Other people would say torture is not the way
    But truth be told, I've never felt this peaceful

    Akala mo makakatakas ka?
    Think I'm weak and scared of you, don't cha?
    Apologies won't cut it
    Only your bank and your death will satisfy me

    Revenge is a easy, free type of therapy
    You chopped my body, took for granted, insanity
    You only saw a servant, not me
    Dressed me up as you liked, you were never worth my life

    Don't you worry, you know I'm a great cook
    I've filleted things much worse than you
    Made your favorite soup in a metal pot
    Put you 212ºF, called your ex-lovers to my potluck

    Bought out the finest china
    Picked the best of ya
    Served, fresh kill
    Like you used to demand

    For all the insulting things
    You've stabbed me with
    This is me being nice

    You're full of shit, there was no love involved
    I was a doll you physically loved
    Cut up my tongue to shut me up
    Now for my next dish, is a motherfucker de lengua

    You ignore my needs, my self, I was such a fool
    Into believing it was true love
    If murdering you makes me the devil
    Then I will see you in hell

    Song details

    Composition: Kasane Teto, Ozu, Yi Xi, 重音テト, and 奕夕

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