DEAD LAST Lyrics

Bitch

Lips bruised like I just got filler

I make your man scream now I see I look like the killer

I got his blood drip-drippin' down my mani and pedi

Now call me Kelly, you're a faggot like it's Jason and Freddy

This ain't no Elm Street, I'm showin' up in your dreams

I catch you looking through my panty drawer "it ain't what it seems"

I bet he wanna bang a bitch like my name Gail Weathers

Back of the wake getting baked like that babe from Heathers

Rename him "horse-man" (why) 'cause he givin' me head

Now it's looking like an exorcism tied to the bed

He got a zombie in his pants I make it rise from the dead

I'm dirty talking like I'm Hannibal Lecter, I talk Ted

Don't compete you know this pussy undefeated

Baby if you wanna call my ex you'll need a ouija

And maybe I'm conceited but I know he wanna eat it

Got a man on either side I'm 'bout to human centipede it, uh

Netflix and chills going down my spine

Should we make the crime scene your place or mine?

I'm only scared of bitches wasting my time

He got me moaning while he eat it, that's that whine and dine

Like I'm Medusa, turn his snake to stone

Like Jack Skellington, I'm tryin' to bone

Like fifty-fifty mix of sweat and cologne

Like leave your message at the end of the tone

I found a trick, I give him a treat

V to the I-P meet and greet

So sweet, I got some candy that he trying to eat

I feel like Buffy (bite me) 'cause he using his teeth

You're so needy and I'm Jennifer Check, yeah

You're so Loca Bella kissing my neck, yeah

He give me the ring but I'd rather the cheque

If you're so captain hook then baby show me your deck

Biting and sucking and so he call me a vamp

If it's bad but I still like it motherfucker it's camp

He drag me to hell but I come back like a champ

Bitch if thats the devil's lettuce then I'm smoking the plant

Master the craft just to conjure his bank card

I keep a J in the bag as a safeguard

He die for me, too bad I hate a die hard

That ain't an ashtray that's the blunt graveyard

Netflix and chills going down my spine

Should we make the crime scene your place or mine?

I'm only scared of bitches wasting my time

He got me moaning while he eat it, that's that whine and dine

Like I'm Medusa, turn his snake to stone

Like Jack Skellington, I'm tryin' to bone

Like fifty-fifty mix of sweat and cologne

Like leave your message at the end of the tone

Horror movie fanatic

I'm hearing steps in the attic

You know my drive automatic

He said this pussy like magic

A television on static

I'm huffin' puffin' asthmatic

I ride that dick acrobatic

I add it up mathematic

And now he say I'm demonic

I be like "okay iconic"

I'm sipping on gin and tonic

He said the pleasure is chronic

He got me hooked on the phonic

Got all these rings like i'm Sonic

Sex bomb like atomic

This pussy animatronic, uh

Your dad was good I'm tryna see if it's hereditary

Yes I got all six feet under me like he a cemetery

Howl at the full moon, I like it hairy

I'm not talking Bradshaw when I'm calling bitches Carrie

Hocus pocus, now I got your focus

And if he ghost, I'ma turn him to a ghost-sis

But if he good, part the pink like he Moses

Don't know which witch is which but I'm the goat bitch

Villian chillin' with a J lit killin' it

Haven't seen you in a while but I bet you're still a bitch

You're so mad, ain't it sad that I don't give a shit?

You stay looking like a clown, It

"Dead last" but I'm still not humbled

Yeah I be out here spending bags you fumbled

We flip-fuck, like gymnastics tumbled

Red rum real strong but I still don't stumble

Dead last

Dead last (but I'm still not-)

Dead last

Dead last

Yeah I be out here spending bags you fumbled

Yeah I be out here spending bags you fumbled

Yeah I be out here spending bags you fumbled

Dead last