Lyrics:
Little Widow Maker

, 'cause what you've done is a crime Bitch, he's mine Here she comes, little miss Thinks she can have his child, well, anybody can do it Here she comes, little Susie ho-maker

Some days I think this old machine is out to get me Some days she does what I tell her It's like dancing with a widow-maker forty hours a week You know

you've done is a crime Bitch He's mine Here she comes, little miss thinks she can have his child Well anybody can do it Here she comes, little susie ho-maker

the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his smother's truck. Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker

time flew, the phone rang there was a silence when the kitchen sang its songs competed like kids for space we stared for hours in our maker's face

've done is a crime Bitch He's mine Here she comes, little miss thinks she can have his child Well anybody can do it Here she comes, little susie ho-maker

killer horse, numb and bloodthirsty 'Till the uncle spitter beg the pig to hug mercy (Ha!) 240-below shit, kickers tickle the corpses (duck!) Duck the widow-maker

men with tremendous? For rhymin magnum mentality, for rhymin over instrumentals Flow like menstruals Men in car menaces, murder fresh-maker like Mentos

you've done is a crime Bitch He's mine Here she comes, little miss thinks she can have his child Well anybody can do it Here she comes, little susie ho-maker