[Interlude (spoken word)] Like I motherphuckin’ just said, she was built for sex—PHUCK YES Only under the curve of that dress, sweet GOD BLESS Outside that silhouette, her spirit was wrecked, a total CHECKMATE ⸻ [Verse 1] Like I motherphuckin’ just said, she was made for sex—PHUCK YES Hidden ‘neath the folds of her dress, she wore a holy BLESS Beyond that fabric finesse, her soul was truly wrecked—CHECKMATE Mind caught in distress, distress so mad it left her tessellated Tighter than a barb-wire knot, living life on bloody fence—TENSE Track marks carved in her flesh, stretch scars on her chest—OH YES Floppin’ “CAPITAL” A-S-S, but damn if she didn’t impress Grip that rat’s snatch so tight it left ‘em all obsessed ⸻ [Verse 2] Put me to the test, I confess, her body’s pure T-Rex Rose from the dead, generation inbred, twisted complex Chick so toe-tally phucked up in the head—couldn’t unhex Won’t shut the PHUCK up ‘bout what her daddy did in the shed—so complex I slapped her till she smiled, made her high as a trader Smacked so hard she lost bladder control—little fountain of labor Blowjobs sharper than sabertooth teeth, raw saber flavor Mouth foamed at the home, hopped like a rabbit—became my bad savior “H-O” meant homeless and homely, yet you rode her crippled pony Threw her down the stairway at dawn—call it rough, call it phony Tighter than that barb-wire knot, living on the razor’s fence—TENSE Track marks all over, stretch scars that scream intense—OH YES Floppin’ “CAPITAL” A-S-S, but man that thang was tight Grip that rat’s snatch so tight it stole all sense of sight ⸻ [Chorus] She was built for sex—PHUCK YES Only under that dress she shone—GOD BLESS Outside that curve she bled—totally wrecked Stacked like a compact pile of trash—perfectly checked Tighter than a barb-wire knot on a razor’s fence—TENSE Track marks all over, stretch scars on her chest—OH YES Floppin’ “CAPITAL” A-S-S—but lord it was tight Grip that rat’s snatch so tight it stole all sight ⸻ [Bridge] Built for sin, born to sin, every breath a confession God bless the mess, under dress, her only true concession Beyond her curves, broken nerves, heart in recession Yet every smash, every crash, I found my redemption ⸻ [Verse 3] She came alive when the bass dropped heavy—here’s the raw Knuckles cracked on her back—music’s primal law Underneath that holy dress, she confessed every flaw But wrecked outside the fabric, tore my soul like a saw Tighter than a barb-wire knot, living on the edge Track marks painted poems, every line wrote a pledge Stretch scars like rivers carved, flowing down her ledge Floppin’ “CAPITAL” A-S-S but firm like an armored sledge Motherphuckin’ drawn to the wreckage, call it fatal attraction Each smack, each track, a trance, sweet self-destruction Yet under that dress of silk, found fragile connection God bless the dress, the mess, our fucked-up perfection ⸻ [Chorus (x2)] She was built for sex—PHUCK YES Only under that dress she shone—GOD BLESS Outsid
