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(remix lyrics coming)Don't you know what you could do for meWith one thin rope?Don't you know what you could do for meWith one more stroke?Don't you know what your heaving breathDoes for this burnt swelling flesh?Don't you know how I feel with yourFingers around my neck?Pass me the ropeThe burn is intenseI'm starting to chokeThe yearning relentsLike a pig in a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe biles at the back of my throatThere's a bloated germ in my bellyThat yearns for one small slitTherein this writhing spermThis blow off in the gritPass me the ropeThe burn is intenseI'm starting to chokeThe yearning relentsLike a pig in a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe biles at the back of my throatI don't need no one to tell me nothingI can take myself in my own good timeI met my maker when I met my motherNot the seven bribes of ChristDon't trespass on my patienceYour eyes are bigger than your bellyLike the letter of the lawLike the ulcerating soreI'm sucking on the stick that stinksPass me the ropeThe burn is intenseI'm starting to chokeThe yearning relentsLike a pig in a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe biles at the back of my throat
(remix lyrics coming)Don't you know what you could do for meWith one thin rope?Don't you know what you could do for meWith one more stroke?Don't you know what your heaving breathDoes for this burnt swelling flesh?Don't you know how I feel with yourFingers around my neck?Pass me the ropeThe burn is intenseI'm starting to chokeThe yearning relentsLike a pig in a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe biles at the back of my throatThere's a bloated germ in my bellyThat yearns for one small slitTherein this writhing spermThis blow off in the gritPass me the ropeThe burn is intenseI'm starting to chokeThe yearning relentsLike a pig in a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe biles at the back of my throatI don't need no one to tell me nothingI can take myself in my own good timeI met my maker when I met my motherNot the seven bribes of ChristDon't trespass on my patienceYour eyes are bigger than your bellyLike the letter of the lawLike the ulcerating soreI'm sucking on the stick that stinksPass me the ropeThe burn is intenseI'm starting to chokeThe yearning relentsLike a pig in a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe biles at the back of my throat