Camelot
You didn't even jump in front of that car
And I paid extra just to see your brains out all over the pavement
I think that's the statement you were trying to make
What else is meant to turn me on?
Don't be so boring
Keep it rough
Fuck nigga
Pestilent shit
Throw my intestines out
Nothing serves cunt like a splint
If I'm not bleeding ever how can anybody be sure
I live in Camelot and my intentions are pure
Gas me up
I should have died up on that mantle piece you love
The gore can speak
If you ask me
Break the skin
Lose the teeth
The gospels writes itself for me
Kill myself cause I love to please
I do just what's asked of me
I hope it hurts so fucking bad
I know the game
So do you
What else is there
Die in the garbage?
What about me?
What else is there if not to burn for the attention and live in Camelot forever
Honestly, it's boring if it's bleached
I let it fester
Infection pendant to the meat
Think it's chic ain't it?
Wearing rope around my neck
I attract all the dumb fucking shit that I plead and I beg for
Keep it rough
Fuck nigga
Pestilent shit
Throw my intestines out
Nothing serves cunt like a splint
If I'm not bleeding ever how can anybody be sure
I live in Camelot and my intentions are pure
What do you want from me?
Cause God knows I'll do it
I live in Camelot and my intentions are pure
And I paid extra just to see your brains out all over the pavement
I think that's the statement you were trying to make
What else is meant to turn me on?
Don't be so boring
Keep it rough
Fuck nigga
Pestilent shit
Throw my intestines out
Nothing serves cunt like a splint
If I'm not bleeding ever how can anybody be sure
I live in Camelot and my intentions are pure
Gas me up
I should have died up on that mantle piece you love
The gore can speak
If you ask me
Break the skin
Lose the teeth
The gospels writes itself for me
Kill myself cause I love to please
I do just what's asked of me
I hope it hurts so fucking bad
I know the game
So do you
What else is there
Die in the garbage?
What about me?
What else is there if not to burn for the attention and live in Camelot forever
Honestly, it's boring if it's bleached
I let it fester
Infection pendant to the meat
Think it's chic ain't it?
Wearing rope around my neck
I attract all the dumb fucking shit that I plead and I beg for
Keep it rough
Fuck nigga
Pestilent shit
Throw my intestines out
Nothing serves cunt like a splint
If I'm not bleeding ever how can anybody be sure
I live in Camelot and my intentions are pure
What do you want from me?
Cause God knows I'll do it
I live in Camelot and my intentions are pure
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Writer(s): Tirece Cheshire
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