Come sucker f****** away the pain, doing the rounds again, bound, held down in a self made Hell that you picked in your own design and you would change your mind if you could turn back time.
Taking the p*** out of the men you kissed. Every c*** you took, you f*****, you ditched.
And you would open up wide, hung dried and left out to die.
Your corpse ain't gonna be missed
Chorus
I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me
And it went na, na, na, na
Just a c*** on the hunt for c*** who want that kind of meat.
A f*** in the a** and then they're back on the street.
They're just part of your grand design.
And you would change your mind if you could turn back time.
s*** talking lips around the tool, nothing but a cold p**** passed 'round all of the fools.
You're the last to know that what you sow you reap, and you'll be reaping while weeping on the d*** of a creep.
Headfucking waste of a**, all cash and no class you ball breaking no good b**** sitting pretty in pink and thinking your s*** don't stink, aside from the t*** you ain't all that.
And the boys will dance for a chance to lance your cancerous c***.
You're the last disease on the block.
That c***, that fresh erection is the next in line for your black infection.
Taking the p*** out of the men you kissed. Every c*** you took, you f*****, you ditched.
And you would open up wide, hung dried and left out to die.
Your corpse ain't gonna be missed
Chorus
I heard a song; I heard the sweetest song that hit me
And it went na, na, na, na
Just a c*** on the hunt for c*** who want that kind of meat.
A f*** in the a** and then they're back on the street.
They're just part of your grand design.
And you would change your mind if you could turn back time.
s*** talking lips around the tool, nothing but a cold p**** passed 'round all of the fools.
You're the last to know that what you sow you reap, and you'll be reaping while weeping on the d*** of a creep.
Headfucking waste of a**, all cash and no class you ball breaking no good b**** sitting pretty in pink and thinking your s*** don't stink, aside from the t*** you ain't all that.
And the boys will dance for a chance to lance your cancerous c***.
You're the last disease on the block.
That c***, that fresh erection is the next in line for your black infection.