[Mutilate]

Pickin' you up in a pick up truck
With the slightest eye I hide despise & hope that we can fuck.
You get in I'm panickin'. Reaching for Xanax again
Please don't tell a friend. Ill get upset again.
Trying hard to concentrate on your pretty face
No wonder I didn't see you reaching for the mace.
Such disgrace. I really wanted to take you to my place
Now my goal in life is to hear your body thud into a hole tonight
I grip n hold a knife after I gain control to slice
Roll the dice if you can't play your card n fold em right
I told a dyke I'm cold as ice formula one forty is what I pour in sprite
But who knew this whore can fight retract the knife stab again & bore in twice
torn from Christ turning my back I'm mortified
Leaving no trace or video of my face for the porks to find
I'm doing fine