With a trash can mouth and a f**ed up 'tude
She turned her first trick at twleve
Her veins cold black from a life on smack
Baby she was raised in Hell
I trip 'cause I really know her well
I dig how quick you try and please me
Nothing I love more, roll on over I'll refill thee
Slow and easy
Slow and easy
The taste of flesh, uh huh
Slow and easy
Has it always been your wet dream
You're lookin' k**er on the big screen
Give it to her, Jimmy Dean
Whoa
Whoa