Thank God for Sluts

You're a fucking slut Dirty little cunt Such a stupid ho-whoa-whoa-whoa You should keep your legs shut You should go and cut yourself You deserve to be alone There's no need to be nervous Touch my morning wood, whore You're so goddamn worthless A fuck is all you're good for It's not just in your head Keep 'em spread They'll be happy when you're dead Here's a bright idea instead Why don't you kill yourself? Kill yourself Why don't you kill yourself? Kill yourself You're a fucking mess Nothing but a skank A disappointing lay-ay-ay Just look at how you dress What were you expecting You're lucky to get raped You must be really loose now Don't want his sloppy seconds You really have no use now You should've learned your lesson You're just a fucking whore On all fours Course they wanted more Of course they wanted more And you should kill yourself Kill yourself Go on and kill yourself Kill yourself Yeah, I'm a fucking slut Bratty bitchy cunt I've heard it all before-or-or I would keep my legs shut But I'm having too much fun With your dad on your kitchen floor You should be fucking nervous Your words don't mean that much, see I know my goddamn worth, yes And you can't fucking touch me I'm not your little ho Are you slow? Wouldn't sink that low And just before I go Why don't you kill yourself? Or you could heal yourself One of the two You're fucking broken Heal yourself The walls have spoken Thank god for sluts