Spin a dice and it's Vegas rigged
A glass full of conobine
You're off your head you take a
A blood shot without the boom
Another hit of toxin closer to exhume
I'm feelin' lips
I'm feelin' cherry
I'm feelin' juicy
You look so pretty with your diamonds
And your designer Botox
You'll have to put something special
In that little red box
Got no cards, but still got your hand
Her snake eyes are casting
A diamond disdain and now you
Got no sleeves, wishin' you could cheat
Try to run away when, you ain't got feet
I'm feelin' lips
I'm feelin' cherry
I'm feelin' ripe
I'm feelin', lickin', suckin', fuckin'
I'm feelin' juicy
Razor, ruin, rust, restrain
Mutilate your body, but don't touch your name
Rancour, ruin, wrath, erase
Better lose an eye than lose your face
One more black line will ease that limb away
Mind-destroying angel made your judgment sway
Exsanguination left you insane but it's
Hard to use an axe when you ain't got hands
I'm feelin' lips
I'm feelin' cherry
I'm feelin' ripe
I'm feelin', lickin', suckin', fuckin'
I'm feelin' juicy
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