The Troxler Effect

Rubber D, Rubber Creep, Bosses, I got Anna with them
Skeleton on her skin, ready to pull a tank trip
Rubber D, Rubber Creep, Bosses, I got Anna with them
Skeleton on her skin, ready to pull a tank trip

Sleepwalkin' with my pistol grip, make your body flip
Bet I trip, bet I won't set it off in this fuckin' bitch
Act like you know me, but really you don't know shit
You don't come from where I come from, you ain't do what I did

Growin' up in this cold world as a latchkey kid
Got that evil within me, I'm wishin' sins on my enemies
Suicidal on tendencies with this life that was given to me
Robbin' Peter to pay a paul, Serving yay out the backstall

Deliver us from evil, for, we all have to take the fall
We all have to pay the cost, livin' in land of lost
Gothic bitch, take that off, punk pussy, it gets me off
LOLLI POP PORN, bitch, that punk rock south paw

Rub a demon on a creep, bosses, I got Anna with them
Skeleton on her skin, ready to pull a tank trip
Rub a demon on a creep, bosses, I got Anna with them
Skeleton on her skin, ready to pull a tank trip

If I ever do get killed by them fuckin' bastards
Do me a favor, put a stick in my casket
When the devil find out I'm dead, she comin' straight for my head
Old personal vendetta, soul in the love letter

Lost on the crossroads, poker face, no folds
Plottin' my next plot, smokin' my next pot
Thick-ass Gothic bitch, and she give me the sloppy top
Slap her ass in the face with it, bust a nut on her tube top

Lollipop on my bitch, a ride that dick don't stop
I'm chokin' the bitch out, I love to hear pussy pop
That hardcore pop-flop-flop, I beat it, I won't stop
Gore-rel-a get on top and make that bitch heart stop

For fuck's sake
Fuck this shit



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Writer(s): Christopher Blankenship
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