LYRICS GAME

Anyway, a vile infamous unworthy whore

Mounted policewoman

Make yourself disappear and don't even show up in a photo

Because where the f*ck are you?

I swear, but I don't give a f*ck

You got the hate you spread, I spit in your face

It's all an illusion

These women aren't magic

If they fake an orgasm

They can fake crying too

Don't be sadistic if your pussy's fragile

Don't think you're important, b*tch, cumming's easy

I shed tears I could've used for something else

But I know you wanna die f*cking too

Die of a heart attack, a gram on her ass

You act like a b*tch in public 'cause you know I won't slap you

That wet pussy of yours looks like a trap

And I'm easy prey late at night

And deep down you really never changed

You never accepted that you're a slut

I think with my d*ck, maybe it's my age

You put your heart into it but only in chat

When I jerk off I still think of you

Because you don't forget a whore like that

First you suck my d*ck then you break my heart

Do you want me to call you slut or call you love?

You took off the feelings before the clothes

This relationship was born from a f*ck

First you suck my d*ck then you break my heart

Do you want me to call you slut or call you love?

You took off the feelings before the clothes

You're just a whore without a pimp

I only loved you when you gave me your ass

Because I knew I was the first to enter that hole

And I feel just like my d*ck, I swear

Meaning that in this place I'm tight and in the dark

She acts like a b*tch but Silent counts to six

Looking back I'd give you that punch now

You say you only do certain things with Bombay

But if you turn into a whore it's 'cause you're partly one

When I come see you, I come and go

I've never really been a gentleman

You wanted to see me in pieces, so you left me

But I'll miss your blowjobs more than anything else

Maybe it's better for us to just f*ck

Because if you try to hug me I get nauseous

Sorry I lost control, don't sue me

Let's slap each other without taking a break

First you suck my d*ck then you break my heart

Do you want me to call you slut or call you love?

You took off the feelings before the clothes

This relationship was born from a f*ck

First you suck my d*ck then you break my heart

Do you want me to call you slut or call you love?

You took off the feelings before the clothes

You're just a whore without a pimp