Praying to a god that I know I don't believe in
To please break this curse that I say I don't believe in
One good thing about biting my tongue
Is that saliva wells up in my mouth
A constant supply of venom
For whenever I may need to spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
One good thing about the gap in my teeth
Is that the venom can just shoot right out
Have you seen her walking these streets?
Pepper lip and a v-shape brow
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
Venom, venom, I'll give whatever you got
Venom, venom, on the count of one she shot