She's as high as corpses lownLove to love or make her crawlnIron fist, iron heartnShe was made to tear apartnnShe's as pure as blackened smognThou should be closer to GodnFucking tramp, have you seen hernTried to love but now I'll beat hernH.E.R.P.E.S. I can smell through her dressnH.E.R.P.E.S. That's a fact, mother knows bestnnDisease dug through hernHorrid bolts, I'll chew her upnShe's the one who brings me to lifenWhen I stab her with my hunting knifenFucking tramp, have you seen hernTried to love but now I've beat hernWait till death, it's not overnShe's my bloody four leaf clover