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Lipstick On A Corpse

[INTRO: Buddah] Yeah... Drivin' late night... dead mans highway... Shorty on the side of the road lookin' like... Aww shit... Buddah in this bitch... hahahaha... [VERSE 1] Midnight on the 666, low lights, fog thick, Rain hit the windshield, wipers skip click, Saw a dime on the shoulder, thumb up, red lips, White dress soaked, legs for days, hips switch. Said "Can you take me home? It's just up the block" Voice like honey, but her eyes was cold rocks, Shoulda known better, dead man don't stop, But I'm a dead man drivin', so what the fuck, hop. In my '64, she slide in close, smell like tomb roses, Thighs on my leather, fingers cold, decomposition, Whisper "Don't be scared baby" while her skirt open, Teeth sharp when she smile, but damn she was chosen. [CHORUS] She a sexy zombie, lookin' for a body One ride to the graveyard, now she want to party Kiss so deadly, lips so naughty Tryna kill me, but I'm already dead, shawty Sexy zombie, love me till I'm nothin' One last nut, then I'm coffin-lunchin' If I'ma die, let me die fuckin' Get in my ride and, Buddahs comin'! [VERSE 2] Took a left where she pointed, ain't no houses there, Just a rusted gate, "RIP" and dead air, She climbed in my lap, said "You gon' die here" Nails in my neck, but her body so rare. Growl in her throat, bite on my collar, Eyes roll white, but that ass still a problem, Graveyard shift, baby gon' swallow, She a man-eater, literally, no tomorrow. Said "Buddah, you know you can't escape death" Her tongue cold as ice on my last breath, I said "If you gon' take my soul, then take the rest" One more ride, one more kiss, lay me to rest. [OUTRO - Whispered] Shoulda kept drivin'... But she was too fine to live... So I died but she was fine as hell...