u make me fucking sick
with all yr pleas and please
forget me when i leave, alone with yr disease
begging is for losers
yr such a fucking slut
yr worries will enfold u, u gotta lose that strut
hang in there kid, so they say
u know they’re full of shit
they pant and plead, they’re full of greed; a disease they can transmit.
anger’s filled my empty cup
they say i live for death
my momma cant sit still they say, result of too much meth.