| Song | Skinny Little Bitch (V01D Remix) |
| Artist | Angelspit |
| Album | Black Kingdom Red Kingdom |
| I overcame my bone structure and metabolism | |
| I made myself engage in mind-numbing conversation | |
| A fad diet left me with skin, bone and bitterness | |
| Starved myself to a petite listening to repetitive electro shit | |
| Prey to the fairies | |
| She got her wish | |
| Tied up and vacuous | |
| She made the switch | |
| Step into her carriage | |
| Put on the ritz | |
| Saliva laced malicious | |
| Skinny little bitch singin’ | |
| La la la la la | |
| Hey, like my tats? Full sleeve, black and white | |
| Two toned, no-ones’ home, in today, out tonight | |
| Shiny happy die alone, vicious girls, plastic guys | |
| You keep on scratching my back and I’ll scratch out your eyes | |
| Membrane of bitterness | |
| Words that rip | |
| Topped off with a tongue with your name on it’s tip | |
| Hatred for a skeleton | |
| Ugly and rich | |
| All wrapped up in a skinny little bitch singin' | |
| La la la la la | |
| He is the home coming queen, hip new breed of cliché | |
| Wears a tiara made of daggers and is in the top eight | |
| You throw him a kiss he throws hi-voltage bouquets | |
| If he can’t have your affection then he’ll thrive on your | |
| Hate to the fairies | |
| he got his wish | |
| Tied up and vacuous | |
| He made the switch | |
| Step into his carriage | |
| Put on the ritz | |
| Saliva laced malicious | |
| Skinny little bitch singin’ | |
| La la la la la |
| I overcame my bone structure and metabolism | |
| I made myself engage in mindnumbing conversation | |
| A fad diet left me with skin, bone and bitterness | |
| Starved myself to a petite listening to repetitive electro shit | |
| Prey to the fairies | |
| She got her wish | |
| Tied up and vacuous | |
| She made the switch | |
| Step into her carriage | |
| Put on the ritz | |
| Saliva laced malicious | |
| Skinny little bitch singin' | |
| La la la la la | |
| Hey, like my tats? Full sleeve, black and white | |
| Two toned, noones' home, in today, out tonight | |
| Shiny happy die alone, vicious girls, plastic guys | |
| You keep on scratching my back and I' ll scratch out your eyes | |
| Membrane of bitterness | |
| Words that rip | |
| Topped off with a tongue with your name on it' s tip | |
| Hatred for a skeleton | |
| Ugly and rich | |
| All wrapped up in a skinny little bitch singin' | |
| La la la la la | |
| He is the home coming queen, hip new breed of cliché | |
| Wears a tiara made of daggers and is in the top eight | |
| You throw him a kiss he throws hivoltage bouquets | |
| If he can' t have your affection then he' ll thrive on your | |
| Hate to the fairies | |
| he got his wish | |
| Tied up and vacuous | |
| He made the switch | |
| Step into his carriage | |
| Put on the ritz | |
| Saliva laced malicious | |
| Skinny little bitch singin' | |
| La la la la la |