Grey Goose all over my new shoes
Yo these are Balenciaga six inch heels
I think I'm GaGa
 [bad word]  I think I'm Gacy
Black bra lacey

Betchu can't guess what color
My panties are, baby

Room fulla candles
Ashes on the mantle
Of the boys who found me just a little
Too hot to handle
 [bad word]  yo—this is just a side gig
I'm chillin', kid

Put me in a cell because
Well, I'm just killin' it

Now they got my fingerprints
Underwear as evidence

Choked that boy to death, yeah
Just as he was gettin' it

Strap-On, Black-Thong
Now I gotchu under me

See a little blood drip
And now I'm gettin' hungary

Only satisfied
By the finer things in life
Like Rodarte and Margiela and
Makin' boys cry

I am the [bad word]  hardest rap [bad word] in the game
And I don't blame all you biters 'cause I'd probably do the same

I'm the
Queen of Darkness
Black Leather Harness [bad word] I look cute, but
I'm far from harmless

Don't be alarmed 'cause it's just me
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