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Snakebite wicked eyes
Hot pants and tatooed thighs
High heels dirty mind
Have you met miss mayhem?

Don't call her by her name
Don't look just run

The master's house will not be
Dismantled by this man's
Dick in my mouth but

I could try, give a little taste
Every opportunity and I just went and
Wasted 'em,

Only got the bottom one
Didn't trust that grub, body lockin' some
I'll wait for the proper one to come
Hand ting with the drum
Stay, get shot or run

Better give that to me, yeah
You don't want it, then I don't need no help, yeah
I do it by myself, yeah
You can't hold me and I don't need a break, yeah

run through
Pilots to our own turbulence is who we be
Intersecting with others on the same spree

Don't worry bout' we. we ain't disappear 
The quieter

the void, filling the hole
I always had that feeling in the back of my head
The feeling that I would be better off dead
No home, nowhere to go, only