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