Ramona St. [interlude]

Born into Hell, my carcass stumbles through your streets
Making you uncomfortable, haha (Bussin', bussin', bussin')
My stench melts the paint right off your houses
But that’s not my problem (Bussin', bussin', bussin')
You see, I found a sort of happiness and joy in losing myself
In a crystal abyss that is my own
The finger guns pointed at the housewives
I know they want me, but no biggie
Who’s got time for that, huh? (Bussin', bussin', bussin')
It’s time I went for a dumpster stroll down memory lane
To my garbage home, sweet home
It’s time I went for a dumpster stroll down memory lane
To my garbage home, sweet home (Pussy, pussy, pussy, chyuh)
Pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy