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Chucky and Tiffany
- We are throwing up our knifes, making various hits on the speed signs
- With our faces painted, smiling and laughing, as we speed in the prime
- Highway is isolated, pedal to floor, cranking up the leaded gas
- We would never let any idiot with Beiber in his mind make a pass
- Nevermore logo on the hood of the bad 2012 blood red Camaro
- As our man Ozzy blares Bark at the Moon on the high def stereo
- Me in the passenger seat, smoking up a menthol 1000 cig
- While my girl Angel has her babies sitting on the steel rig
- If you want to mess with us, then let us show the universal book
- Of how to be a real lady, before we stick your ass on the hook
- Don't be fooled because we have the cracks of the doll's look
- Nor do you think we can't make you pay with your life
- We can make your world end with a simple slice
- Angel is the redneck of rednecks, born in the Sasquatch county
- Always looking and searching for a new victim to add to her bounty
- Her cowgirl hat on, her boots clean, her sickles about to slash a Bentley
- Because the little bitch in the car was going crazy, a mouthy pansy
- He tried to front on us, as though he was the runner of the streets
- Fool, what streets your running? Sesame Street
- Hell you couldn't even get that street, because you can't take the heat
- Yet you constantly tweet, that you are a hardcore gangster (Bitch, you just speed)
- His girlfriend trying to escape, but I locked the door with a crowbar and a vice
- You are not going anywhere honey, because you have created your own demise
- We took our weapons of choice: Sickles for her, a katana for me
- We swung, to create a Van Gogh of red skies, never felt so free
- We jumped back into our trusted vehicle, drove off into the west
- Cleaning up the plasma and pathogens, HIV and Herpes, no stress
- We got to the motel, a cheap ass place, filled with cheap honeymooners
- Prostitutes with their johns about to get their freak on, a gathering for sinners
- We entered the rooms, very silent and still, with the switchblades in hand
- We slashed all that we saw in the debauchery, bloody and horror filled, it was grand
- We didn't steal any cash though, because robbery isn't the motive
- It's about getting our point across, plus we need to relax and stay active
- We took showers and got our costumes on, applying the make up
- Of Glasgow grins, pale skin, broken pieces and stitches to complete the construct.
- Chucky and Tiffany, partners in crime, we are alike except we are not lovers
- Instead we look out for one another and kill the sickos out there, more like close sisters.
- Whenever a bitch or a bastard tries to open one of our blisters
- We take up our arms and cut them up slowly with razors and liquors
- Remember who you messing with before you meet the sharp end of a pair of scissors.
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