lie awake, I'm a snake,
fry you in my easy bake
oven mitts, seven hits,
fucked up but I don't like tits
suck a dick, go away,
light a match and burn the hay
life's a witch, I'm a bitch,
you got money? I won't snitch
sacrifice, pay the price,
eyes eaten by furry mice
light a candle, burn for weeks,
ouija ouija, see it speaks
burning cross, bright lip gloss,
snorting more than even Moss
prada is her favorite thing,
satan wears me like a ring
crystal spell, can't see
I'm not who I used to be
I stack money, I'm your honey
cut that shit it isn't funny
burning blood, is it odd?
I don't want no fuckin' broad
make me scream, I'm worth the wink
wash the blood off in the sink
tasty bleach, metaphor
body parts are on the floor
black tar bags and heroin
no one's left to help you swim
lend me shit, get it back
voodoo fur is bloody black
hex you, I don't give a fuck
gotta earn a fuckin' buck
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