الكلمات الأصلية
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Am I a vessel with no bill
A pleasure center siphoning your fill
The appraiser knows the price
When you're coming at me from behind
Hold me like a gun I'll do it
Hotter than a thousand degree knife
Muddled in the sound of your spit
Cleaning every tooth I use to bite
You hide but there's no one
Looking over shoulders for the fun
Tell me when you come
Hold me like a gun I'll do it
Hotter than a thousand degree knife
Can't you feel my face in a fit
Look over my shoulder and there's no bite
