Doctor, is he gonna make it?
You, you mean he's, he's, no
Dead?
(C-c-chase icon)
Make you nut, I'll-I'll pretend to be your little slut
For the night, might even let you have a little bite
Of the cake you can't take when I'm fresh-baked
B-bounce so hard, I'll make the earth shake, shake
I'm the prettiest bitch around, you can hear me in surround sound
H-Hollywood, I blaze it in koreatown
Your wife doesn't dress like this, I'm all business, kiss, kiss
Designer print, name-brand, icy waist-cinched, cold bitch
Pound, pound, feel your heart pound
It's going down, down, down
Pound, pound, feel your heart pound
Pound, pound, it's going down
Pound, pound, feel your heart pound
Feel it pound, pound, feel it, feel it
Pound, pound, p-pound, pound
When you hear that pound, that's your last sound (mm, bitch)
Double d-fibrillating, lung collapsing, ventilating
Gonna make it drip like an iv
If he hits it fast like an emt, please
And if he got a will, I'm making sure the only name on there is me
Uh, uh
I wanna fuck on your deathbed
Uh, uh
I wanna fuck on your deathbed
Uh, uh, fuck
Mmm
Oh, yeah
Uh, uh
Pound, pound
Pound, pound
I, I-I-I wanna fuck on your deathbed
(Oh, yeah) I wanna give you that good head
I, I-I-I wanna pound, pound, pound
Pound, it's goin' down
Pound, pound, fee-feel it
Pound, pound
I, I-I-I wanna fuck on your deathbed
(Just sign on the dotted line)
(Oh, yeah) I wanna give you that good head
I, I-I-I wanna pound, pound, pound, pound
(It'll be your last sound)
