Voodoo dolls pinching their nipples wishing that I die Another pin is inserted everytime that I try There is a Bokor with a mirror looking me right in the eyes For some reason I'm being forced to look down...

  I like to lick that shit from the cream to the butter Then reverse that shit like no other With my tongue dancing from north to south pole I can make you wish that you had a fourth hole Pussy...

  My little goth doll All ashen dressed in black Not trying to change I like her like that The planks of our heart creak with every beat Our conscience escapes with unseen feet Wolves are howling up in the hills...