| Spin a dice and it's Vegas rigged | |
| A glass full of conobine | |
| You're off your head you take a | |
| A blood shot without the boom | |
| Another hit of toxin closer to exhume | |
| I'm feelin' lips | |
| I'm feelin' cherry | |
| I'm feelin' juicy | |
| You look so pretty with your diamonds | |
| And your designer Botox | |
| You'll have to put something special | |
| In that little red box | |
| Got no cards, but still got your hand | |
| Her snake eyes are casting | |
| A diamond disdain and now you | |
| Got no sleeves, wishin' you could cheat | |
| Try to run away when, you ain't got feet | |
| I'm feelin' lips | |
| I'm feelin' cherry | |
| I'm feelin' ripe | |
| I'm feelin', lickin', suckin', ****in' | |
| I'm feelin' juicy | |
| Razor, ruin, rust, restrain | |
| Mutilate your body, but don't touch your name | |
| Rancour, ruin, wrath, erase | |
| Better lose an eye than lose your face | |
| One more black line will ease that limb away | |
| Mind-destroying angel made your judgment sway | |
| Exsanguination left you insane but it's | |
| Hard to use an axe when you ain't got hands | |
| I'm feelin' lips | |
| I'm feelin' cherry | |
| I'm feelin' ripe | |
| I'm feelin', lickin', suckin', ****in' | |
| I'm feelin' juicy |