[Chorus]
I got a whip so clean when you walk past
Make you blow a kiss, maybe smack it on the ass, damn
And tell ya boyfriend relax, he can understand facts
It's okay to be a thing of the past, damn
You get the gist but you gotta hear the cheers
You ain't never do the dance, it go something like this

[Verse]
I'm awake, killer from the 8, gotta Cellophane
Fuck you say, this that Marvin Gaye, mixed with Chardonnay
Here we go, got another girlfriend on Death Row
Slit her wrist, said that I should join her, now she on the floor
Now she on the floor
Now I'm on the floor
Then we holdin' hands, taking off to the unknown
My heart's burning at the bottom of a thousand souls
I spill blood as an oath till' I let it go

And when I pull the fuck up on you where you gotta be
I might cut the way you breathe if you try to leave
I hear you talk a lot about me, well we 'bout to see
You stupid pussy motherfucker imma make you bleed

[Interlude]
Haha, yeah
*gun slides*
WOOF
Numb, Hate, Love, Pain
Blood, Brains, Fuck, Fate
Numb, Hate, Love, Pain
Blood, Brains, Fuck, Fate
[Chorus]
I got a whip so clean when you walk past
Make you blow a kiss, maybe smack it on the ass, damn
And tell ya boyfriend relax, he can understand facts
It's okay to be a thing of the past, damn
You get the gist but you gotta hear the cheers
You ain't never do the dance, it go something like this (ay)

You get the gist but you gotta hear the cheers
You ain't never do the dance, it go something like this (ay)