Black Wine

Spin a dice and it's Vegas rigged 
  A glass full of conobine 
  You're off your head you take a 
  A blood shot without the boom 
  Another hit of toxin closer to exhume 

  I'm feelin' lips 
  I'm feelin' cherry 
  I'm feelin' juicy 

  You look so pretty with your diamonds 
  And your designer Botox 
  You'll have to put something special 
  In that little red box 

  Got no cards, but still got your hand 
  Her snake eyes are casting 
  A diamond disdain and now you 
  Got no sleeves, wishin' you could cheat 
  Try to run away when, you ain't got feet 

  I'm feelin' lips 
  I'm feelin' cherry 
  I'm feelin' ripe 
  I'm feelin', lickin', suckin', fuckin' 
  I'm feelin' juicy 

  Razor, ruin, rust, restrain 
  Mutilate your body, but don't touch your name 
  Rancour, ruin, wrath, erase 
  Better lose an eye than lose your face 

  One more black line will ease that limb away 
  Mind-destroying angel made your judgment sway 
  Exsanguination left you insane but it's 
  Hard to use an axe when you ain't got hands 

  I'm feelin' lips 
  I'm feelin' cherry 
  I'm feelin' ripe 
  I'm feelin', lickin', suckin', fuckin' 
  I'm feelin' juicy