(bend over)

"Why you runnin round harmin things? 

gotta do time if you know what i mean

you look so cute in that dumfuck dress

yr pretty head is such a fuckin mess" . . .

well i've got something to confess, i'm 

gonna throw this knife right thru yr chest 

We're gonna kill spur posse boys, it's the 

surest way to yr heart lil' boy 

ain't gonna be yr press darlings

i'd rather be fucked and throwin things 

so get on yr knees and suck my clit

if yr gonna lie and say dum shit 

hey! didn't you hear what i fuckin said?

throw that camera right thru yr head

thru yr head thru yr head thru yr 

muthafuckin head 

you ain't so hip when you look so dead

so yr the one who loves me so

lettin me know blow by blow . . .

now who you callin looks like a whore 

it never kept you from commin back for 

more

so what the fuck did you think you'd get? 

you ain't even paid us yet!