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Song Meaning, Jonathan:

Renee always wanted me to write her a love song and that's why I called it My Gift To You. It's my gift to her, you know how I get sick. I always had a fantasy of f**king her and choking her to death. I fantasize about what it would look like me in her body and watching me do it. So it's like a really sick f**ked up song. I did it totally like, I love her so much, I want to take her out of this world. It's really strange. She used to leave notes on my pillow like 25 ways she'd like to kill me. She's got this weird death fetish. We're kinda f**kin' freaky. She got it. She's all 'Thank you that's kinda f**ked up. I was expecting a f**kin' I love you, baby kinda song.' I'm all, 'No, you know me.' I mean I can't do that.


There you are my precious long ago

Hiding behind the shadows of your broken soul

Why is it always you want something you can never have

WhyÂ’d you try to tell me how could you be this way


Your throat I take that, (can't you feel the pain) then your eyes roll back

Love racing through my veins

Your heart stops beating, black orgasms

I kiss your lifeless skin


There you are my precious with your broken soul

Rub my crotch, lay dead take control

Why is it always, you f**k up something youÂ’ve always had

WhyÂ’d you try to tempt me, how could you be so cold


Your throat I take that, (can't you feel the pain) then your eyes roll back

Love racing through my veins

Your heart stops beating, black orgasms

I kiss your lifeless skin


Here I am just a man, feeling pain gives me life

Relieving this is my plan, IÂ’ll do anything, just to see through your eyes x 8

I hate you, can you feel the pain x 8


Your throat I take that, (can't you feel the pain) then your eyes roll back

Love racing through my veins

Your heart stops beating, black orgasms

I kiss your lifeless skin x 5


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Dun nun nun

Dun nun nun

Dun Dun Dun

Odelay!


My Momma talk to me, try to tell me how to live

But I don't listen to her, 'cos my head is like a sift

My Daddy, he disowned me, 'cos I wear my sisters clothes

He caught me in the bathroom, with a pair of pantyhose

My basketball coach, he just kicked me off the team

For wearing high heel sneakers, and acting like a queen


Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree

Gonna tie his pecker to a tree


Get your boogie off


Go Head


The earth is coming to an end and I don't give a d**n

As long as I have my b*tch

Oh I'm a,

f**k You



It don't bother me if people think I'm funny

Cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money

Money, money, money.


Are you talking petsos?


Money, ka ching, Ha, ha, ha.

Lots of money


I'm so bloody rich


Lots of money, Lots of motherf**kin' money

I get looks


Ha, ha, ha


I own shopping centres, parking lots, and stocks, and all that sh*t


Ha, ha, ha


I own you, ha, you too, you three

For me, he he, oh oh


Get your groove on

Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan

Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower, more groovin', slow that sh*t down

Crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah

Don't give a f**k, break it out

You even know, Boy George is on heroin

We don't give a f**k

Rick James is in the crack house

I'm f**kin' paying, that's all that matters

Ha ha ha ha, ahhh, ha ha ha


The Firm is a f**kin' in the house

Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo

Gimme some

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