Pussyfoot Miss Suicide

Hey there, I think I know you. What was it, you're condending to do? That's right, manipulate everyone You try to slit wrists With a dry, blunt block of wood Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade To you. And since we're here You might as well cut me too. Like an acid flashback, it's all came Back to me Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later I vomit I od'd... oh yes indeed You try to slit you wrists With a dry, blunt block of wood Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade To you. And since we're here You might as well kill me too Miis Suicide, let me get the door for you Let me love you black and blue It's the least that I could do Miss Suicide show me the way to go the floor way down below It's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat you to the punch