You broke my heart into a thousand pieces and to skin you alive, oh that would be so easy.
So how am I to survive in a world where you're still alive?
When you should be...
[Chorus]
Destroyed, choked out, your infection should be destroyed.
(Clap) put it on black,
(black) cover your tracks,
(track) pussy in a sack and all that.
(Crap) piggy in shit,
(shack) pick a new kick,
(cat) wallow in a pit and that's it.
(Tack) taking no time,
(time) put 'em in a line.
Is it bigger than mine?
3-6-9 she looked so fine
She's gonna make a monkey of you, it's just a matter of time.
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(Clap) put it on red,
(mad) you're fucked in the head,
(back) busy in a bed, and I said...
(Jack) pretty in pink,
(pink) your shit don't stink,
(think) think I wanna drink, and that's it.
(That) You're covered in ticks,
(tack) lickety split and you're making me sick.
Come on your face, your place or mine?
So is it just a matter of taste or just a matter of time?
Writer(s): Ginger Wildheart, Christopher Paul Jagdhar, Richard John Battersby, Scott Engelter Gerard
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