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ISSERLEY:

Blonde hair, blue eyes,

Clean sheets, dirty mind.

On top, off time,

This world's all mine.

Love me, hate me,

It's passion all the same.

I accept it with glee,

and I accept your blame.

Hold me, hit me,

I like it either way,

I wanna feel somethin',

to make the numbness go away.

And a bitch is gonna spit it out,

Like it makes her clean,

Like it ever mattered,

Like it could change what she's been.

Nobody questions what I do,

Nobody can hear what I say.

Nobody can keep up, not you.

Not tomorrow, tonight or today.

All these bitches are the same, yeah,

Think that they can win this game, nah.

Gotta keep it two steps ahead,

And keep it moving forward til' you're dead.

$WAGGOT:

My hair used to be blonde, now It's not.

Just like my heart, just like my brain, just like my dick,

Even lost some pigment when I was a dick pig for demons,

But never my semen, despite all the screaming,

It still lights the ceiling, where I shot my feelings,

And you could be next daddy,

Gimme some neck,

Sadly, I don't expect you to make me feel much,

Passenger seat he bout' to bust.

Playback a smile now gimme the bux,

Now tell me which one of us really got fucked.

Startin' to look like I got daddy cucked,

Startin' to worry that he might be sucked dry.

He breaks out the hair dye,

Says my hair would look better light.

I do whatever he likes.

Be his little prince weeknights.