With a trash can mouth and a fucked up 'tude 
She turned her first trick at twleve 
Her veins cold black from a life on smack 
Baby she was raised in Hell 

I trip 'cause I really know her well 

I dig how quick you try and please me 
Nothing I love, more, roll on over I'll refill thee 

Slow and easy 
Slow and easy 
The taste of flesh uh huh 
Slow and easy 

Has it always been your wet dream 
You're lookin' killer on the big screen 

Give it to Jimmy Dean 

Whoa! 
Whoa!