Ramona St. [interlude] - Acot

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