Take the stage, everyone wait
Make a break, shove it in his face
All leather; all black
Dressed to depress; Johnny CashIf you stare
I'll do a trick
I'll use my wand
And take your bitchI see you
You see my clique
Rolling deep, wrapped in ink
Looking pretty and pissedOut of the ordinary
It turns me on; you think I'm scary
No boy can get it wetter
Believe the rumour that freaks do it better
Out of the ordinary
It turns me on; you think I'm scary
No boy can get it wetter
Believe the rumour that freaks do it betterTrick or treat
Motherfucker, gimme your liqour
Dahvie Halloween
No one can do it sickerNot looking for a God
I don't need salvation
I'm a bad motherfucker
With a bad reputationBut I don't give a fuck
About anything they said
Every single word
Is just a dollar I've made
Another album made
Another bill I've paid
Call me Buffy, bitch
You about to get slayedKilling it, killing it
Busting the leather
Never had no one like me
But never say neverI fly sky high
It don't matter the weather
I see you get mad
Because freaks do it betterOut of the ordinary
It turns me on; you think I'm scary
No boy can get it wetter
Believe the rumour that freaks do it betterOut of the ordinary
It turns me on; you think I'm scary
No boy can get it wetter
Believe the rumour that freaks do it betterOut of the ordinary
It turns me on; you think I'm scary
No boy can get it wetter
Believe the rumour that freaks do it betterOut of the ordinary
It turns me on; you think I'm scary
No boy can get it wetter
Believe the rumour that freaks do it better
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