Chillin' down south in the old bayou
Got the change and the bullet for you
Approaching the scene in the parking lot
Praying to god that I don't get shot
Blood for eyes and maggots for teeth
They're drawing the gun and it's pointed at me
Pull the trigger pull the trigger
Shoot me in the back so I cannot see
Only dead people write my script
So rip my brainstem and fuck 'em with it
Now I'm dead in the parking lot
Counter to my previous thoughts
Cooling at the clinic with a cat named Cal
She was moving her lips but her hips were foul
Calling my name at the herpes check
How did they know I was having sex
I learned my lesson lips do slip
Especially when you're sippin' on sip
So kill my father and murder my mom
God only knows that time is long
Back in the ole' clinic room
I'm the one screaming coughing up lube
Eating all the babies they taste like shit
I think I need the devil for this