Juicy Couture

[Intro]
Ragnarok can drink?
But he doesn't have a mouth, does he?
Sure I do, wanna see? (Wanna see)
[?]
(Technicality)

[Chorus: TECHNA]
Let's go to the mall, fuck I want it all
Designer jeans, can you fuck me like a porn star?
Throwing up, my lungs, make me skinny like a doll
I need a nose job, cut me with your biggest saw
I wanna die today
Buried in Juicy Couture, ravage from my skin
Sew me up in Dior, let's go out tonight
Slit my wrists at the mall

[Verse 1: TECHNA]
Let's go out tonight, s-slit my wrists at the mall
Codeine in my cup, you can watch my body fucking fall
I'm off a couple tabs, I can't even stand tall
Posted on your bed, play me like a voodoo doll
Cut my wrists, forever bliss, fuck me likes this
Gimme a kiss
Mwah!
You're so disobedient, but your veins are so gorgeous
Water your naughty flower, come on, baby, flourish
Let me drink your blood, I'll fill you right back up
If I'm seizing on the ground
Please, don't fucking lift me up
If you really love me
Die with me, be my corpse bride, I've been high before
But with you, yeah, I sit on cloud nine
Promise if they pick on me, you'll always stay by my side
I make scary tunes with pretty ah to keep me alive
Kill myself on live tonight
Taste my tongue and gauge my eyes
Pin me up and slash my thighs
Make my corpse a scary sight

[Chorus: TECHNA]
Let's go to the mall, fuck I want it all
Designer jeans, can you fuck me like a porn star?
Throwing up, my lungs, make me skinny like a doll
I need a nose job, cut me with your biggest saw
I wanna die today
Buried in Juicy Couture, ravage from my skin
Sew me up in Dior, let's go out tonight
Slit my wrists at the mall

[Verse 2: horrormovies]
Fuck me in a dark room, make me fucking hurt
I'll be your little secret, if you keep me close
Be my bloody slut
And I'll be your all
They wonder what it's like living with all these scars
I tell 'em "Baby, I adore it,", I just can't get enough
Mutilate myself, I just wanna be enough
Count my razors, they're my friends
I'm so fucked up in the head
This shit's so iconic, baby, I'm a fucking star
Did I fucking make it, or am I too far gone?
Obsessed with gore and I love the way it looks
Be my favorite victim, baby, dressed in designer
Don't fucking, call 'cause I know you're a liar
Cut, cut all the time
Won't you please be mine?
Blood hearts and dirty cuts
Come on, just fuck me up
Skinny in the club bitch, I'm what's up
I'm so pretty it hurts, you can't sit with us

[Chorus: TECHNA & horrormovies]
Let's go to the mall, fuck I want it all
Designer jeans, can you fuck me like a porn star?
Throwing up, my lungs, make me skinny like a doll
I need a nose job, cut me with your biggest saw
I wanna die today
Buried in Juicy Couture, ravage from my skin
Sew me up in Dior, let's go out tonight
Slit my wrists at the ma—