Slut’s with dirt filled minds, puss filled sores, and rotting flesh between her knees
She’s got a gun with no bullets in it, poison darts with explosive arrows, 28 gauge shells in a double-barrel, a pointy knife with a shiny blade
She’s got genocide on her mind, she’s got suicide on her mind, and she’s got homicide in her blood
She’s the devil’s advocate, from melting genes, and when she tears upon you, you’ll know what I mean, and when she stares upon you, you’ll know what she means
She’s got genocide on her mind, she’s got suicide on her mind, and she’s got homicide in her blood