Praying to a god that I know I don't believe in To please break this curse that I say I don't believe in One good thing about biting my tongue Is that saliva wells up in my mouth A constant supply of venom For whenever I may need to spit it out Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out One good thing about the gap in my teeth Is that the venom can just shoot right out Have you seen her walking these streets? Pepper lip and a v-shape brow Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out Venom, venom, I'll give whatever you got Venom, venom, on the count of one she shot