Juicy

Spin a dice and it's Vegas rigged
A glass full of conobine and you’re off your head
You take a, a blood shot without the boom
Another hit of toxin closer to exhume

I'm feelin' lips.
I'm feelin' cherry.
I'm feelin' ripe.
I'm feelin'… Juicy.
Juicy…

You look so pretty with your diamonds and your designer botox.
You'll have to put something special in that little red box…

Got no cards, but you’ve got your hand
Her snake eyes are casting a diamond disdain
And now you got no sleeves wishin' you could cheat
Try to run away when you ain’t got feet…

I'm feelin' lips.
I'm feelin' cherry.
I'm feelin' ripe.
I'm feelin'…
(Lickin’, suckin’, fuckin’…)
I’m feelin’… Juicy.
Juicy…

Razor, ruin, rust, restrain
Mutilate your body but don't touch your name
Rancour, ruin, wrath, erase
Better lose an eye than lose face.

One more black line will ease that limb away
Mind destroying angel made your judgment sway
Exsanguination left you insane,
But it’s hard to use an axe when you ain't got hands

I'm feelin' lips.
I'm feelin' cherry.
I'm feelin' ripe.
I'm feelin'…
(Lickin’, suckin’, fuckin’…)
I’m feelin’… Juicy.
Juicy…