Am I a vessel with no bill?

A pleasure center siphoning your fill

The appraiser knows the price

When you're coming at me from behind

Hold me like a gun, I'll do it

Hotter than a thousand degree knife

Muddled in the sound of your spit

Cleaning every tooth I use to bite

You hide, but there's no one

Looking over shoulders for the fun

Tell me when you come

Hold me like a gun, I'll do it

Hotter than a thousand degree knife

Can't you feel my face in a fit?

Look over my shoulder and there's no bite