Zoned out afternoon
Letīs catch "whoīs on top of whom"
Tell it like it is
īCause it isnīt anyway
Much to my surprise
I caught it right between the thighs
My sweet little sister
Was layinī me away
My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppinī block
Oh no - I saw my baby
on the creepshow
Out on - spillinī my guts on the news
Oh no - I caught my woman
on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel īcause I canīt
belive that I dug you
She filled my boots with lead
Was it something that I said
A picture paints a thousand ugly words
Babyīs acting tough
Check out my fisticuffs
Thatīs just what she deserves
I canīt flip from the station
Canīt unplug whatīs done
Her six-foot-deep temptation
She nicked my shin, and then
kicked me in,
And then she buried me for fun
Oh no - I saw my baby
on the creepshow
Out on - spillinī my guts on the news
Oh no - I caught my woman
on the creepshow
Hit me with a shovel īcause I canīt
belive that I dug you
My jaw dropped dead to the table
She put my cool in shock
Crack kills and blood spills baby
But psychos, dykes and transvestites
Are on the choppinī block
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