[Verse 1: fierce cold female rapper] Every time a kid loses one, I can smell it from the street Little bloody pearl in a napkin, warm and sweet Lock on the window? Baby, locks are for the shy I come in through the gap where the tooth used to lie Hundred years of pillows, hundred years of beds Hundred years of slidin' my hand under sleepin' heads They told you I'm a fairy with a wand and a gown Never asked what I'm buildin' with the teeth from your town Got a jar for every street and a shelf for every school Got your daddy's front two, he was seven at the pool [Hook: fierce cold female rapper] I want the full set, top row and the bottom Every little tooth that you lost, baby, I got 'em Leave it on the pillow and I leave you a dime Don't you smile too wide when I come around this time [Verse 2: fierce female rapper, nastier] Used to pay a nickel, now the rate's gone wild Five dollars for a molar, that's a bribe for a child You think it was a trade? It's a contract, sweetheart Every time you took the coin, you signed away a part I don't want your candy and I don't want your fear I just want the set complete, and the set is near Thirty-two seats in a mouth that I built Bone-white crown in a box that I lined with silk Everybody else on this night needs a cape and a mask I just wait for somethin' loose, I don't even have to ask [Hook: fierce cold female rapper] I want the full set, top row and the bottom Every little tooth that you lost, baby, I got 'em Leave it on the pillow and I leave you a dime Don't you smile too wide when I come around this time [Bridge: the eerie whistled melody takes the lead over the pounding kick, female rapper low] You hear that whistle, keep your lips shut tight Don't you laugh, don't you yawn, don't you scream tonight Count 'em with your tongue, go ahead, count slow Thirty-two, sweetheart, that's the number I'm owed [Verse 3: fierce cold female rapper, close and slow] Yeah, I mean you, not the kid down the hall Baby teeth are cute, but they're twenty, that's all Twenty little pearls never made a grown smile Been savin' up a century, been waitin' a while Grown mouth got thirty-two, every one in its place You been brushin' 'em for me, look at you, what a face So go 'head, grin at the mirror, make 'em shine real nice I'll be under your pillow, and I won't need to come twice [Final Hook: fierce female rapper, the whistled melody doubles her line] I want the full set, top row and the bottom Every little tooth that you got, baby, I got 'em Leave your head on the pillow, I don't need you to try Don't you smile too wide, I'll be home by sunrise [Outro: fierce female rapper, cold] Smile [End]
