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)