i'm not your good-f**ing girl, not your freshfaced angel, not your barely legal wet dream
watch yourself before i pull those words out of your mouth like your father punched your teeth out and i'll collect your fresh wounds and hang them above your bed and you'll wish you hadn't laid a single hand on me
and you'll be praying of all the different ways you wish you hadn't met me
i bet you didn't expect your f** meat to wrap her hands around your neck
and choke the cum out of you, holy p**no
you'll be sleeping with the dying animals in the drainage ditch
tonight and
i'll touch myself as i watch your body sink to the bottom of the lake
so pull your limbs back into their sockets before i create a d**h
out of you