[Intro]
Trust, just know to bust, we must
Lust is us, then we rust, dust
[Chorus]
What you know about romance, what you know about sex?
What you know about sufferin' and gag reflex?
What you know about reachin' your peak on the edges of death?
What you know about my climax costin' your last breath?
What you know about romance, what you know about sex?
What you know about sufferin' and gag reflex?
What you know about reachin' your peak on the edges of death?
What you know about my climax costin' your last breath?
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Well hey, runaway, with them blood-red lips
I'd like to drink you in slowly, relish them sips
I'd like to smother your shine, be your eternal eclipse
I'd like to hang and stab you, shower in and absorb your drips
Well hey, runaway, with the blood-red thong
I'd like to snatch you up and murder-fuck you like King Kong
I'd like to scare you, boo-boo, gut your skin out and wear you
I'd like to tear you in half, study each side and compare you
Well hey, runaway, with that blood-red blush
I'd like to receive your stab wounds in my belly and gush
I'd like to tranquilize you, surprise, realize I'm inside you
I'd like to sodomize you so hard I lobotomize you (Uhh)
Well hey, runaway, with that blood on your skin
I'd like to cook and eat you, shit you out then eat you again
I'd like to show you black magic, fear, pain and red rum
In a sexual bedlam that could make the dead cum
Trust, just know to bust, we must
Lust is us, then we rust, dust
[Chorus]
What you know about romance, what you know about sex?
What you know about sufferin' and gag reflex?
What you know about reachin' your peak on the edges of death?
What you know about my climax costin' your last breath?
What you know about romance, what you know about sex?
What you know about sufferin' and gag reflex?
What you know about reachin' your peak on the edges of death?
What you know about my climax costin' your last breath?
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Well hey, runaway, with them blood-red lips
I'd like to drink you in slowly, relish them sips
I'd like to smother your shine, be your eternal eclipse
I'd like to hang and stab you, shower in and absorb your drips
Well hey, runaway, with the blood-red thong
I'd like to snatch you up and murder-fuck you like King Kong
I'd like to scare you, boo-boo, gut your skin out and wear you
I'd like to tear you in half, study each side and compare you
Well hey, runaway, with that blood-red blush
I'd like to receive your stab wounds in my belly and gush
I'd like to tranquilize you, surprise, realize I'm inside you
I'd like to sodomize you so hard I lobotomize you (Uhh)
Well hey, runaway, with that blood on your skin
I'd like to cook and eat you, shit you out then eat you again
I'd like to show you black magic, fear, pain and red rum
In a sexual bedlam that could make the dead cum
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