Throne Of Your Thighs

[Verse 1]
Lipstick on my jawline
scratch marks in my back like a deadline
you bend, I kneel, that red sign
says "come and lose your head on this bad time"
You ride my tongue like a bad habit
say my name with your nails, you grab it
you want filth, girl, I speak that language
turn your halo into pure damage
[Chorus]
Yeah, I’ll worship every inch, every inch of you
tongue on your sins while you tell me what to do
deep in your heat till the bedframe cries
I’m your dog, your king, on the throne of your thighs
Let you drip down my face, taste every bad idea
have you shaking, saying "fuck" in my eager ear
I’ll kiss that spot till your pretty voice dies
I live, I die on the throne of your thighs
On the throne of your thighs
on the throne of your thighs
slow, wet, eyes rolled white
I live, I die on the throne of your thighs
[Verse 2]
Throw those legs on my shoulders
make that stare turn colder
tell me "eat till it’s over"
I go deeper, slower, bolder
You flood my mouth, I drown grinning
you push my head, I stay in it
you want rough? I bite that center
leave you spent, hair wrecked, mascara river
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Say "more" and I’ll give you more
say "mine" and I’m on all fours
say "stay" and I won’t back off
till your pretty little curses cut my voice off
[distorted scream] More
more
more
till you can’t say one word more
[Chorus]

rap, Dark trap-metal hybrid with distorted 808s, downtuned chugs and eerie synth pads. Verses in a teasing half-whisper that explodes into a screamed, stretched-out hook with layered gang vocals and ad-libs. Big gated reverb on snares, sub shaking the floor; guitars open up and feedback swells on the long chorus, then drop back to a tight, minimal grind for the last verse. Male vocals., metal, raw