I Spit On Your Grave

Zand

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    Bold of you to think that I won't eat you alive

    Kinda creepy, kinda ugly
    Alligator but I'm fluffy like a bunny
    I see the big picture
    And no you don't fit, sir
    I haven't done shit, sir!
    You think you're too slick, I understand
    You talkin' big shit, I'm such a fan, well
    I got a big dick and dirty mouth
    Spit your blood into my cup and then I'll gulp you down

    So when you see my face remember to run
    And when you hear my name go load up your gun
    You should be scared of me, son

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    Oh, you so candid, oh you so witty
    Oh, you manipulating fans in different cities
    He wouldn't do that b, he too damn pretty
    I was twenty when his fingers brushed across my little titties
    See, these men they got money
    Don't matter, won't stop me
    Can't let you abuse it
    If you don't know how to usе it

    So when you see my face remеmber to run
    And when you hear my name go load up you gun
    You should be scared of me, son
    I got receipts stuffed up my sleeves so fat
    They shatter your solicitor's spine
    And when they break the news, your mum gonna cry
    You should be scared of me, son

    Run

    If big boy wanna step to me then he can do it quietly
    If needs an answer, tell him I got a variety
    You want me to be nicer, but I'm angry justifiably
    Public about the things that these fuckers get up to privately
    Just deal with it silently baby, aren't you grown up?
    Well undeniably, but I still gonna fuck shit up
    I might encounter some rivalry and a couple of bugs
    But compliancy's too vanilla, mummy likes it rough
    These boys they don't know how to act
    That's why I got a baseball bat
    I fantasize about their brains exploding on my welcome mat
    Spit my blood into my cup and then I'll gulp you down

    So when you see my face remember to run
    And when you hear my name go load up you gun
    You should be scared of me, son
    I got receipts stuffed up my sleeves so fat
    They shatter your solicitor's spine
    And when they break the news, your mum gonna cry
    You should be scared of me, son (run)

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