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.