I've got a few things to tell
And it would just put you in the 'special hell'
Another cunt, another broad she loves
A girls life in the prison's not that void
She's got the skincare of the white, white girl
Perfect skin, cause of cinnamon infants head,
But then... I love you're stinking violets
They would gratify my bubblegum, virgin skin...

I've got special seed because
The girls disappear after five bad years
because when something thats inside you dies,
Do what you want...
But you'll want to be dead by then
Yeah, never give them diamonds in the womb
I'll give you weals that were just like the ones you said
I'll keep my slit veins, slipping the fingers in
but god, you want me big, in a big holed spin

Yeah yeah yeah - burn it up
Make me hot, Mary Bell
Snap her neck in two
Through with you... Babydoll