Strike a pose like a 'Deer in the Headlights' I wanna runaway, Do you wanna do that? Everything's matte black, Hit me right back I just saw a black cat, Now I'm in a body bag You can't hang with the gang, You a fuckin' lame My life's like a scary game & you cannot fucking play I need a doctor, I need an autopsy I want it all, The cameras all around me Take a pic & kiss on my skeleton I feel sick, I need you like medicine I need 100 bands, I need 100 xans I need your tiny beating heart in the palms of my hands I'm on the runway trending like an icon Skinny tight jeans that you wanna ride on I need you now on a scary night I need you now or it's suicide And you know that I'm going straight to Hell 'Cuz I'm sick in the head, Bitch, I'm better off dead I need a surgery, Can you make me pretty?? I need a lot of cash & a lot of bling Every day is Halloween, I got candy on me Trick or Treat, Pour the blood on me like Carie My life's Spooky & Scary, My haters adore me My life's Spooky & Scary, My haters adore me! You are so my type, You make me wanna cry Sew buttons in my eyes & be my Corpse Bride! You are so my type, You make me wanna cry Sew buttons in my eyes & be my Corpse Bride!