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Hi, Sexy Goth Hotline Oh fuck Licking profit Interlocking Fuck I got it in the bag Pocket vibrate Why wait Eye socket dilate Profit Interlocking Fuck I got it in the bag Pocket vibrate Why wait Eye socket dilate Goffstar still a Punk Raised in Goffam Utter scum Sad metropolis A slum Gutter baby with a gun Black tongue in my mouth Tentacle I spit it out Call Sexy Goth Hotline Pop it baby Glock Got ya number punch it in LUzA CULT are due to win No, we never phone it in Blood spat in the wind You lacking a limb Put trash in a bin bag Call Sexy Goth Hotline Pop it baby Glock Got ya number punch it in LUzA CULT are due to win No, we never phone it in Blood spat in the wind You lacking a limb Put trash in a bin bag God's in my head And he wont get out Bitch I'm better off dead All you live for clout Banker put him to bed Put him in hell right now Fallen tree in the woods I'm silent make no sound Shh God's in my head And he wont get out Bitch I'm better off dead All you live for clout Banker put him to bed Put him in hell right now Fallen tree in the woods I'm silent make no sound Shh Sexy sexy sexy sexy Disrespect me Life get messy Like confetti Suck a cherry Ama fleshy Machiavelli Smash ya telli Rosemary Put a Devil in ya belly Baby getting heavy When she Blowing up ma celli Tryna tell me Keep the cam armed and ready Red Dead, headshot Mum's Spaghetti, ya wot? You and me baby, aint nothing but nothing So lets die baby die baby die baby die You and me baby, aint nothing but nothing So lets die baby die baby die baby die You and me baby, aint nothing but nothing So lets die baby die baby die baby die You and me baby, aint nothing
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