She got a game
Don't shake it up
Don't break it up
And she [bad word] gunning for ya
The kinda thing
That makes her tick
It's like [bad word] And I won't [bad word] for ya
You've never been
So dangerous
And I'm curious
How it's all been going for ya
I gotta be
This serious
When you obviously
Don't know [bad word] to you

There's more than a touch of mystery in her chemicals
Revelation in the shape of her skin
You're a rifle to the head of her victory
But you won't win
(Save yourself)

She got an aim
Don't shake it off
It contain enough
To be sure-shot murder for ya
The kinda thing
That make ya sick
Thick enough to stick
And it won't stop digging in ya
She give a pain
So devious
Such a furious abyss
Death-trap calling for ya
I know she look
So glorious
But it's torturous
This fate that's following you

There, you're almost gone
You would feel less dissapointed
If it didn't
Take so long
Yes it's almost done
When the poison's taken over
I'd expect for anyone
To keep from moving on

She's so deadly now
She's so deadly
She's so deadly now