Brian Kilpatrick

Bio Hazard Baby

You’re a biohazard baby
You became a blood sister
With the devil
When you were only three

You’re a biohazard baby
And I can’t believe that
Your evil heart has infected me

You’re a biohazard baby
You tainted my heart
With bloody misery

You’re a biohazard baby
With a PhD in breaking hearts
And you are handing out degrees

You’re a biohazard baby
They tested your blood
It came back type E-
For as evil as can be

You’re a biohazard baby
A transfusion can’t clear
The bad blood
Between you and me

You’re a biohazard baby
And you’re trying to
Suck the lovin'
Out of me

You’re a biohazard baby
Why don’t you
Bring your evil loving heart
Right here to me
Your a biohazard baby

Submitted: Thursday, October 28, 2010
Edited: Saturday, October 29, 2011
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