I Spit On Your Grave

Bold of you to think that I won't eat you alive

Kinda creepy, kinda ugly
Alligator, but I'm fluffy like a bunny
I see the big picture
And, no, you don't fit, sir
"I haven't done shit, sir," ooh

You think you too slick? I understand
You talking big shit, I'm such a fan, well
I got a big dick and dirty mouth
Spit your blood into my cup and then I'll gulp you down

So when you see my face, remember to run
And when you hear my name, go load up your gun
You should be scared of me, son

Oh, you so candid, oh, you so witty
Oh, you manipulating fans in different cities?
"He wouldn't do that, B, he too damn pretty"
I was twenty when his fingers brushed across my little titties

See, these men they got money
Don't matter, won't stop me
Can't let you abuse it if you don't know how to use it

So when you see my face, remember to run
And when you hear my name, go load up your gun
You should be scared of me, son
I got receipts stuffed up my sleeves
So fat, they shatter your solicitor's spine
And when they break the news, your mum gonna cry
You should be scared of me, son
Run (Yeah)

If big boy wanna step to me, then he can do it quietly
If **** needs an answer, tell him I got a variety
You want me to be nicer, but I'm angry justifiably
Public about the things that these fuckers get up to privately
"Just deal with it silently, baby, aren't you grown up?"
Well, undeniably, but I still gonna fuck shit up
I might encounter some rivalry and a couple of bugs
But compliancy's too vanilla, mummy likes it rough

These boys, they don't know how to act
That's why I got a baseball bat
I fantasise about their brains exploding on my welcome mat
Spit my blood into my cup and then I'll gulp you down

So when you see my face, remember to run
And when you hear my name, go load up your gun
You should be scared of me, son
I got receipts stuffed up my sleeves
So fat, they shatter your solicitor's spine
And when they break the news, your mum gonna cry
You should be scared of me, son (Run)

You know what you've done