Life Alert

Doctor, is he gonna make it? You-you mean he's? He's-no, no Make you nut I'll pretend to be your little slut For the night Might even let you have a little bite Of the cake You can't take when I'm fresh-baked B-bounce so hard, I'll make the earth shake, shake I'm the prettiest bitch around You can hear me in surround sound H-Hollywood, I blaze it in Koreatown Your wife doesn't dress like this I'm all business, kiss, kiss Designer print, name-brand Icy waist-cinched, cold bitch Pound, pound Feel your heart pound It's going down, down, down Pound, pound, feel your heart pound Pound, pound, it's going down Pound, pound, feel your heart pound Feel it pound, pound Feel it, feel it Pound, pound, p-pound, pound When you hear that pound, that's your last sound Double D-fibrillating Lung collapsing, ventilating Gonna make it drip like an IV If he hits it fast like an EMT, please And if he got a will I'm making sure the only name on there is me Uh, uh I wanna fuck on your death bed Uh, uh I wanna fuck on your death bed Uh, uh, fuck Mmm, oh, yeah, uh Pound, pound Pound, pound I wanna fuck on your death bed (Uh, oh, yeah) I wanna give you that good head (Uh) I wanna pound, pound, pound Pound, it's goin' down Pound, pound, feel it Pound, pound I wanna fuck on your deathbed (Just sign on the dotted line, oh, yeah) I wanna give you that good head (Uh) I wanna pound, pound, pound, pound (It'll be your last sound)