Juicy - Angelspit

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', fuckin'

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', fuckin'

I’m feelin' juicy