Blood On The Dance Floor Lyrics

An Epic Of Epicness Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Believe in me, Ohh
Believe in me though

I need you, Oh no
I miss you, Ohh

Never ends...

EP: "OMFG Sneak Peak!" (2009)

Well Suck Me! Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Crank It up, up, up, up, up, up.
Crank It up, up, up, up, up, up.
Crank It up, up, up, up, up, up.

The girlies suck my dick like an ice cream stick
An ice cream stick?
An ice cream stick.
The girlies suck my dick like an ice cream stick
All way down, Ice cream stick.

The girlies rub my nuts on the ice cream truck
The ice cream truck?
The ice cream truck.
The girlies rub my nuts on the ice cream truck
All way down, The ice cream truck

You and me, ice cream standwich
My sweet cream is to much to manage
Put the cherry right on top
Once you pop you cannot stop
Watch your panties fuckin drop
Like and orange push up pop
Your an addict, problematic
I will be your brand new habbit
Pineapple, butterstoch
Rub your chest and touch you crotch
Baby grab my waffle cone
I'll make you scream ill make you moan
Your a fiend, drama queen
Tearing up the music scene
Im an adict, problematic
I will be your brand new habbit

The girlies suck my dick like an ice cream stick
An ice cream stick?
An ice cream stick.
Cause, the girlies suck my dick like an ice cream stick
All way down, Ice cream stick.

Cause, the girlies rub my nuts on the ice cream truck
The ice cream truck?
The ice cream truck.
Cause, the girlies rub my nuts on the ice cream truck
All way down, The ice cream truck

Well Suck Me!

I.D.G.A.F. Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

I do what I want
I say what I want
I get what I want
And I take what I want
I'm royalty bitch
Never gave a shit
Relationships
Fuck that shit
I don't wanna flip
When I see you with a dude
Another jealous mess
That ain't cool
Rave it like you were on x
You can be my BFF
Flash me your big ole breast
Show me what your working with
Straight to the hips
Up on your tits
Oh my god
Your just so perfect
Perfect
Puh! Puh! Puh!
Perfect!
I love the way that you
Work it
Wuh! Wuh! Wuh!
Work it!
Just work it!
Just work it!

Hotty with the tomb raider body
Come here and sip up this shotty
Get naked, kick up this party
Don't be afraid to get naughty

I don't give a fuck
Never gave a fuck
I won't give a fuck
Idgaf
Idgaf

She wearing tight jeans
I'm bout to get a ring
Will you just marry me
I'm like ecstasy
You can take this drug
I will just show you love
Like heaven from above
You know that whats up girl
I just wanna be your world
Give you diamonds and pearls
You put my head in a whirl
Oh my god I'm drunk again
Can we just still be friends
I promise I'll call again
Please don't turn into a lesbian
We will party till the end

I feel you!
I feel you!
I feel you!
I feel you!

SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH
I'M RATED X
NEVER GAVE A FUCK!
SO SUCK MY DICK!

Hotty with the tomb raider body
Come here and sip up this shotty
Get naked, kick up this party
Don't be afraid to get naughty

I don't give a fuck
Never gave a fuck
I won't give a fuck
Idgaf
Idgaf

I don't give a fuck
Never gave a fuck
I won't give a fuck
Idgaf
Idgaf

Looking Hot, Dangerous! Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Fasten your seat belts its gonna be a bumpy ride

Glammed up, fabulous
Loking hot, dangerous
So vicious, delicious
I got you fuckin like its fitness

Cut to the chase, come get a taste
I'll tell a bitch straight to the face
Yeah mother fucker Im high as fuck
Suck on my dick, and lick on my nuts
Up and down and up, up, up
Suck me till I bust, bust, bust
Triple x like ven dee
Rockin in my fendi
Money, Bitches, Sex and Fame
I'll teach you how to end this game
Im explicit I dont give a shit
Man im rated motherfuckin X
Cant catch me Im at the top
smoke em dead I'm cream of the crop
party on doodz
girliez sending noodz
party foulz
no rules
I'll make your bitch drool!

Jet black diamond hair, people stare I dont care
Wanna taste? Sure I'll share
Got me big I'll take you there
Glammed up, fabulous
Loking hot, dangerous
So vicious, delicious
I got you fuckin like its fitness

You must be outta your mind
Slap it up give me high five
Im looking fit, Im getting rich
You can suck my motherfuckin dick
Ill throw a dildo in grave
Party up and start a rave
Grabed your date, score your drugs
Pimp your momma at the club

Jet black diamond hair, people stare I dont care
Wanna taste? Sure I'll share
Got me big I'll take you there
Glammed up, fabulous
Loking hot, dangerous
So vicious, delicious
I got you fuckin like its fitness

What what, What what
Throw it up, throw up it
Just dont give a fuck

What what, What what
Throw it up, throw up it
Just dont give a fuck

Cut to the chase
Come get a taste
I'll tell a bitch straight to the face
Yeah for real,
Yeah Yeah for real
Cut to the chase
Come get a taste
I'll tell a bitch straight to the face
Yeah for real,
Yeah Yeah for real

Jet black diamond hair, people stare I dont care
Wanna taste? Sure I'll share
Got me big I'll take you there
Glammed up, fabulous
Loking hot, dangerous
So vicious, delicious
I got you fuckin like its fitness

I got you fuckin like its fitness
I got you fuckin like its fitness
I got you fuckin like its fitness

It's Happening! Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

BODTF

Girl you drive me crazy, you can be my baby
"Oh I love you boy" bitch I aint your toy
This aint a fuckin game you cant forget my name
I hate your fuckin face, I delete you off myspace
What the fuck bitch, Im so over it
Blowing up my phone, Im about to kill a hoe
You get me all worked up, Im about to slap a slut
You better hold me back before this dog attacks

Cant stop Wont stop
Im on my way to the top
Its happening, Its happening
Step back, step back
You dont know me like that
Its happening, Its happening
Im better than your ex and Im better than your next
Its happening, Its happening
SGTC rep this for me
Its happening, Its happening

HallelFUCKINujah
I'll take this right into ya
I'll be your sexy teacher
Just follow this sweet preacher
Fuck those stupid haters
Those cronic masterbaters
Fuck them fucking moms that dont say we are bomb
We just dont give a fuck
Middle fingers raise them up
We like to fuck and party, drink beer and keep it naughty
Just pass me captian morgan
I'll be flying in the morning
Just pop them fuck bottles and bring on all them models

Cant stop Wont stop
Im on my way to the top
Its happening, Its happening
Step back, step back
You dont know me like that
Its happening, Its happening
Im better than your ex and Im better than your next
Its happening, Its happening
SGTC rep this for me
Its happening, Its happening

When I say more you say blood
More, blood
More, blood
When I say more you say blood
More, blood
More, blood

Party on, Party on
Till the break of fuckin dawn
Its happening, Its happening
Party on, Party on
I just fucked your mom
Its happening, Its happening

Cant stop Wont stop
Im on my way to the top
Its happening, Its happening
Step back, step back
You dont know me like that
Its happening, Its happening
Im better than your ex and Im better than your next
Its happening, Its happening
SGTC rep this for me
Its happening, Its happening

Im a husler, A baller, A street shot caller
Getting paper, flippin haters
But they still wanna love me [x5]

Its happening, Its happening

EP: "I Scream I Scream" (2009)

Scream For My Ice Cream Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

She's melting
She's melting

Oh Oh Oh
She licked me like Ice Cream...
Dippin' with my dipper,
We be drinkin' up the liqour.
Party like a birthday,
Shake it like an earthquake.
Meltin' like an Ice Cream cone,
Goin' for her danger zone.

Go and suck my Lolli
Pop...
Sugar sweet,
Cherry topped.
For sure fit,
Too legit,
Hot Spot,
Twirk it, bitch!
Strip it down,
Work it up,
Baby let me fill you're cups.
O
To the M
To the F
To the G
Sticky
Messy,
Taste my treat.

But I love it when you...

Scream For My IceCream,
Tell me all you're dirty dreams.
Scream For My IceCream,
Show me what's your fantasies.
[X2]

Let's
Get this party started
Drink
Til we get retarded

She licked me like I'm Ice Cream...

She's melting

What the fuck?
You know that we do it rough
Move your feet
To the beat
With this shit
This song's complete
Move your body super sweet
Always like an ice cream treat

Got a montser in my pants,
And if I ever get the chance,
Gonna cram it down your throat,
Watch you gasp for air and choke.
I'm gonna jizz all in you're face!
I'm gonna wreck this fuckin' place!
Pull my hair,
Smash the chair,
Break the bed,
And give me head!

Scream For My IceCream,
Tell me all you're dirty dreams.
Scream For My IceCream,
Show me what's you're fantasies.
[X2]

Let's
Get this party started
Drink
Till get we retarded

She licked me like I'm Ice Cream...

You can taste my Ice Cream,
We can be a sweet team...
[X7]

Scream For My IceCream,
Tell me all you're dirty dreams.
Scream For My IceCream,
Show me what's you're fantasies.
[X2]

LET'S,
GET THIS PARTY STARTED!
DRINK,
'TILL WE GET RETARDED!!!

She licked me like I'm Ice Cream...

ShE's MeLtInG...

A HA HA! !! !!!.....

Siq With A Q Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

You know how we do
Illatronic

If you hate me so much
I just got one question
WTF is up with your crazy obsession?
Pollution spilling from your lips
Is only going to make me rich
You be hating us
'Cause you're super envious

I'm so siq, I'll make you vomit
Go ahead and leave your comments
This is how we getting down
This is how we getting down
Honestly appreciated
Your opinion overrated
This is how we getting down
This is how we getting down

Text to my girlfriend
I think I'm in love
Or blog on my MySpace
About how this band sucks
You're not causing trouble
You just made my bank account double
Haha, you be hating us
'Cause you're envious

I'm so siq, I'll make you vomit
Go ahead and leave your comments
This is how we getting down
This is how we getting down
Honestly appreciated
Your opinion overrated
This is how we getting down
This is how we getting down

I'm printed and I'm sold
Break the mold
I'm ready to go

I'm so siq, I'll make you vomit
Go ahead and leave your comments
This is how we getting down
This is how we getting down
Honestly appreciated
Your opinion overrated
This is how we getting down
This is how we getting down

I'm so siq, I'll make you vomit
Go ahead and leave your comments
Illatronic

Up All Night Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Work it
Shake it
Love it
Now dance it [x4]

Drink, drink, drink
And we're up all night
Dance, dance, dance
'Til the early light [x2]

We are the youth
You are the rules
We will break through
There is nothing you can do [x4]

Work it
Shake it
Love it
Now dance it [x4]

Drink, drink, drink
And we're up all night
Dance, dance, dance
'Til the early light [x2]

We are the youth
You are the rules
We will break through
There is nothing you can do [x4]

Work it
Shake it
Love it
Now dance it [x4]

Drink, drink, drink
And we're up all night
Dance, dance, dance
'Til the early light [x2]

Dance, dance, dance
'Til you lose your pants
Dance, dance, dance
'Til they call the ambulance [x4]

Work it
Shake it
Love it
Now dance it [x4]

Drink, drink, drink
And we're up all night
Dance, dance, dance
'Til the early light [x4]

Work it
Shake it
Love it
Now dance it

Miss Bipolar (Love Fight) Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

You're a bitch, you're a bitch
I'm sick of your shit
You're a dick, you're a dick
Think your words are so slick

We can't get get it right
Always gotta be a fight
Your heart is my pinata
So sayonara

I just wanna go out tonight
I'm too tired to put up a fight [x2]

The best part of fighting
Is the make up sex

Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Manipulator instigator
Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Perpetrator, see ya later

You left my heart
Broken and sore
You say you love me
Then you shove me to the floor

You'll be drowning in your make up
Contemplating our break up
Drama is your middle name
You're certifiably insane

I just wanna go out tonight
I'm too tired to put up a fight [x2]

The best part of fighting
Is the make up sex

Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Manipulator instigator
Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Perpetrator, see ya later
Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Devastator super slayer
Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Terminator asphyxiator

Sunshine coming through the rain
This happiness is mixed with pain

Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Manipulator instigator
Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Perpetrator, see ya later
Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Devastator super slayer
Miss Bipolar
Ultimate controller
Terminator asphyxiator

Suicide Club Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Love is a drug
In the Suicide Club
Rough and it’s tough
But I never get enough
Well, dying is the latest fashion
Well, dying is the main attraction

As I grow stronger
My voice gets louder
As your shit gets weaker
As I stomp you with my sneakers
I’m already dead inside
Let my words eat you alive

On and on
And on and on
We can’t go on
We can’t go on like this

Tease as you breathe
Get you down on your knees
Reverse this curse
You naughty nurse
WTF it spells your death
’Kay, thanks, bye, I hope you die

As we grow stronger
Our voices get louder
As their shit gets weaker
We will stomp them with our sneakers
We’re already dead inside
Let our words eat you alive

On and on
And on and on
We can’t go
We can’t go on like this

Harder, harder, harder
On my bed
Harder, harder, harder
I can’t forget
Harder, harder, harder
On my bed
Harder, harder, harder
Just drop dead

And they lived happily ever after
The end
Or is it?
Hahaha...

Blood on the motherfuckin’ dance floor!

"It's Hard To Be A Diamond In A Rhine Stone World" (2008)

Ima Monster (Heart On My Sleeve) Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

10
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1

LET'S GOOOOOO.
OH NOOOO.

Can't stop the tickles.
They call me Dr. Giggles.
It's o-o-o-off the chizzle
Fo' shizzle dizzle
I'm bangin' with the b-o-t-o-dizzle
with wiffles
'cause I dribble like I'm rubbing on nipples.
Gotta get out the pickle
Make it rain with the ripples.
Let my candy rum trickle
Get you buzzed with double triples.
Getting head in, rentals
Avoiding the parentals.
This is ghetto, plain and simple
with the down beat tempo.

Oh, no.
They be hatin' us.
'Cause we're glamorous.
They be hatin' us.
'Cause I'm fabulous.
Can't stop me once I've started,
Baby, got me retarded.
Don't phunk-phunk-phunk-phunk
with my heart.

LET'S GOOOOO.

[Chorus:]
Chop, chop, chop you up.
Ima monster (hah hah hah)
Eat you like a cannibal,
Spit you out like an animal. [x2]

Slice, slice, slice you up.
Ima monster (hah hah hah)
Cut you up, I'll slice and dice
Serve you up as cold as ice. [x2]

Go 'head girl, shake that butt.
Make me freakin' bust a nut.
Crank that music,
Let's get wasted, super *UHN.
Guess what, honey. I'm a freak.
I'm a freak inside the sheets.
Rough, tough, naughty nurse.
Rip it up, now make it hurt.
Don't stop, get it, get it!
Last for hours, not for minutes.
Open wide for my surprise,
Scratch and blow for your grand prize.
Smear it on your plastic face,
Leave you with a sweeter taste.
Super soaker on your chest,
Let it drip down on your breast.

LET'S GOOOOOO.

[Chorus]

Haters make me famous [x5]

[Chorus]

Slash Gash Terror Crew Anthem! Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

You've changed things.... forever
You see... you're a freak.... like me!

[Chorus]
Bend over
Shake those titties
Pull over,
Hello Kitty
Back it up like a U-Haul truck
Sock it to me,
Rub my junk
I get on the mic
I say what I like
Danger, Danger
On the spot
Ten-Four Houston,
We have problems
I don't think
We can't solve them
(Slash Gash!!!)

[Chorus x3]

Save The Rave Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

[Intro:]
Music is my drug
Music is my love
Music is my favorite drug
Music is my only love

Music is my favorite drug
Music I've fallen in love

[Verse one:]
Music is my favorite drug
Music I've fallen in love
I got my milkshake
And I'm doing real well
Can't you tell! can't you tell!
Cuz I'm texting on my cell
Cuz I ahhhh ahhhhh
And your blahhh blahhh
Cuz I'm restitched
Remixed!
You can talk
You stupid tricks
Your the ones
Who'll buy my shit
Snap! snap! make this club clap

[Chorus:]
Dear mate to the soul
I've lost control
I'm breaking the scene
And this stupid routine
I've taken the pills
Giving in to thrills
Save the rave
Gotta dance the pain away!

[Verse 2:]
I fell in love with the girl
At the dance club
She said what! as I'm kicking
Up the party drugs
She's so rad with her
Pin up stilettos
Pop lock
Bodies rock
Turn up
That speaker box
Bang! bang! dannng
Shoot em up
Shoot up this place
I'm with this
This sickness
So fictitious

[Pre chorus:]
Can you feel this?
Can you feel this!

[Chorus:]
Dear mate to the soul
I've lost control
I'm breaking the scene
And this stupid routine
I've taken the pills
Giving in to thrills
Save the rave
Gotta dance the pain away! [x2]

[Bridge:]
We gotta dance
Dance the pain away
We gotta dance
Dance the pain away
We got to!
We have to!

S My D Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

If I get your kiss
I'm another to the list
Let's take this slow
Don't wanna be a ho
I'm probably gonna lick
Feel you up until you drip
'Cause you make me nervous
I don't wanna make a slip

Do you like my sexy hair?
I'm not wearing any underwear

S my D
Pop it out like lipstick
Razor sharp eyelashes
Now my fashion just thrases
In death star black
Suck my dick
Pop it out like lipstick
Razor sharp eyelashes
Now my fashion just thrashes [x2]

Take me out, take me out
Take the bottles, pop 'em out
My heart is racing, feet are pacing
This fucking place is dissipating
You know it's true, me and you
Gimme gimme more on the dance floor

Stop, drop, make it roll
Turn around, what the hell
Go real fast, break it down
Do it 'til you touch the ground
Want it slick, want it sure?
Bitch, I know you want some more
Dance with me and you will see
What a different place this world can be

Do you like my sexy hair?
I'm seriously not wearing any underwear

So open me up like Christmas
So open me up like Christmas
So open me up
So open me up
So open me up like Christmas

S my D
Pop it out like lipstick
Razor sharp eyelashes
Now my fashion just thrases
In death star black
Suck my dick
Pop it out like lipstick
Razor sharp eyelashes
Now my fashion just thrashes [x2]

S my D, motherfuckin' bitches
Suck it good
Suck it hard
Suck it right

It's Hard To Be A Diamond In A Rhine Stone World Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

It's so hard to be a diamond in a rhinestone world

Let's do this
C'mon, let's fuck it up

Slash gash terror what?
Slash gash terror who?
Slash gash party crew
You know how we fucking do

Pull over, that ass is so phat
You makin' me clap
I don't know how to act
Yo, yo, call the doctor
You make my heart stop
Bum bump bum bump drop
I do it in the front
i do it in the back
Shake it down like that
Make that booty go clap
Can't knock it, I'm profit
Excuse me?
I got paper to chase
I got money to make

It's so hard to be a diamond in a rhiestone world
You got my heart and it's beating for a girl

Will throw it up,
Will throw it up,
Go ahead and party it up
Go ahead and party it up

It's so hard to be a diamond in a rhiestone world
You got my heart and it's beating for a girl

Squish squish on your chest
Rub those titties, super breast
Knick knack patty whack
Give a boy a heart attack
Ah, ah, lost my breath
Ultra sex, you're the best
Move your feet, feel the heat
Burning down this fascist street
I'm packing, I'm stackin'
Some rated X action
Strawberry whip cream
We can be sweet team
Bang bang choo choo train
Show me how you work that thing
I don't step, I strut
Turn that music blast up up up up

It's so hard to be a diamond in a rhiestone world
You got my heart and it's beating for a girl

Will throw it up,
Will throw it up,
Go ahead and party it up
Go ahead and party it up

It's so hard to be a diamond in a rhiestone world
You got my heart and it's beating for a girl (x2)

It's so hard [x4]

STFU, gotta grove
Gotta bust my move
This is how we do
In the Slash Gash Terror Crew

It's so hard to be a diamond in a rhiestone world
You got my heart and it's beating for a girl

Will throw it up,
Will throw it up,
Go ahead and party it up
Go ahead and party it up

It's so hard to be a diamond in a rhiestone world
You got my heart and it's beating for a girl

keys To The Bakery Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

I'm So Fresh
I Got The Keys To The Bakery
I'm So Fresh
I Got The Keys To The Bakery
I'm So Fresh To Death!
I'm So Fresh To Death!
I'm Always Fresh To Death!

pop lock
make em stop
haters block
and snitches rock
yo pass me the cup
ill drink till
i throw up
throw your damn hands up
everybody get up
girl shake it to the ground
make this club get loud

I'm so fresh i got the keys
to the bakery
i'm so fresh i i got the keys
to the bakery
i'm so fresh to death
i'm so fresh to death
im always fresh to deathhhh

I Got You Wetter Than Hurricane Katrina
I Got You Wetter Than Hurricane Katrina
I Got You Wetter Than Hurricane Katrina
I Got You Wetter Than Hurricane KATRINAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

cuddle leads to trouble
when your up in my bubble
i dont chase em
i replace em
stackin hoes
like dominoes
make a rumor
sense of humor
entertain with my life
make me popular over night
to be famous ((is so nice))

Bringin It Back!!!!

drop it like its hot!
drop it like its hot!
drop pop make em stop
snitches what! snitches not!

drop it like its hot!
drop it like its hot!
drop pop make em stop
snitches what! snitches not!

reeses pieces butter cup
mess with me
ill fuck you up
throw em up
throw em up
this is how we party up
she licked it like a lolli pop
dont stop till u hit the spot
O! BABY! O BABY!
you got me crazy or maybe
get (((smashed)))
lets dance'
if you got the chance
its the feelings
im feelings
the things shes
got me believing
shes gunna start
gunna kick up my heart
i cant stop
until i pop
OMG
OMG
theres danger on the SPOT
Got money in my hands
i don't think you understand.
i'm so fresh i got the keys
to the bakery
mad dough! cash flows!
Got The Diamonds that glow
we be poppin champaign
like we won the damn game

I'm so fresh i got the keys
to the bakery
i'm so fresh i i got the keys
to the bakery
i'm so fresh to death
i'm so fresh to death
im always fresh to deathhhh

I'm So Fresh I Got The Keys To The Bakery
He's So Fresh He's Got The Keys To The Bakery
I'm So Fresh I Got The Keys To The Bakery
He's So Fresh He's Got The Keys To The Bakery

I Got You Wetter Than Hurricane Katrina
I Got You Wetter Than Hurricane Katrina
I Got You Wetter Than Hurricane Katrina
I Got You Wetter Than Hurricane KATRINAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Ding! Ding!
I Got The Keys
To The Bakery
ahhhhhhhh
So Fresh

Blood On The Dance Floor (DJ Pickee Remix) Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Slash Gash Terror Whore
I Like You Better On The Floor
Sock It To Me Ultra Hot
Danger! Danger! On The Spot
On The Bed, Give Me Head
Make you Scream Candy Cream
Scene Sluts Like It Super Rough
That’s The Way They Like To Fuck
I Like To Twirk, I Like To Hurt
Bitch Don't Make Me Fucking Work
I'll Lick It Up, I'll Suck It Up
Now Get On The Floor, Let’s Fuck It Up!
Now Make Your Move Into My Room
And I'll Whip Out My Dr. Doom
Ugh What The Fuck...
Bitch Just Shut Up And Suck!

Let's Rock Our Bodies In Time Into The Beat
And You Can Feel It As We Turn Up The Heat
I Need To Feel Myself Inside You So Deep

Uh Uh I Like It Ruff
Uh Uh I'll Give It Tuff
Uh Uh I'll Make You Lust
Uh Uh I'll Make You Bust

LET’S START A RIOT!
LET’S START A RIOT!

It's Like A Porno FLICK!
I Just Can't Stop This HIT!
I'm Poppin Some Explicit SHIT
I'm Pure XXX
Redefine Ultra Seckz
Even Your Girlfriend Says
HE’S THE BEST!
I'm Just A Naturalistic
Super Stylistic
FASHION ADDICTED
GLAMOR INFLICTED
Text Me N00dz From Your Sidekick
Like OH MY GOD BECKY DID YOU SEE HIS DICK?

There's Blood On The Dance Floor
Will Bring It Once More
Can't Stop Until We Drop
Uh Hu
Can't Stop Until We Pop
There's Blood On The Dance Floor
Will Bring It Once More
Can't Stop Until We Drop
Uh hu Can't Stop Until We POP

Mosh And Roll ! Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Haha, we're back
BOTDF rep rep
Slash Gash Terror Crew
407, where you at?

When I step up in the club
Everybody show me love
When I step up in the club
Music is my favorite drug
I'm in the business of terror
More metal than Slayer
I got money and hoes
In different area codes
'Cause haters make me famous
But love will make you shameless
So do your thing and get your bling
I'll slash, gash this party bash
Gotta get that money cash
Up in down with no breaks
We as in, I'll make you shake

Mmm, baby
I gotta get that play
Girl, I like the you sway
Ah, ah, we do it everyday

We're gonna mosh
We're gonna roll [x3]

Stop, drop, mosh and roll
Everybody lose control

We're gonna shake it up
Up and down
We're gonna burn this town
To the ground

I'm not a trend sweater
I'm a trend setter

Girl, you better pop an umbrella 'cause
You're making me wet drip drip
I gotta get that lick
For the center of the tootsie pop
You know I can't stop
Yeah, yeah, you know how I drop
This beat is so hot
When I'm riding on top
More roar, hardcore
Will bring it once more
There's blood on the dance floor
Will bing it once more
Shank you with my bling brass
Stacking up on my money cash

Mmm, baby
I gotta get that play
Girl, I like the you sway
Ah, ah, we do it everyday

We're gonna mosh
We're gonna roll [x3]

Stop, drop, mosh and roll
Everybody lose control

We're gonna shake it up
Up and down
We're gonna burn this town
To the groun

Got my homies to my right
My ladies to my left
We can't stop until you feel
This in the center of your chest
You best represent
Up and down
Your neighborhood
Everybody feeling good
Everybody feeling good
Everybody everybody

Stop, drop, mosh and roll
Everybody lose control

Mmm, baby
I gotta get that play
Girl, I like the you sway
Ah, ah, we do it everyday

We're gonna mosh
We're gonna roll [x3]

Stop, drop, mosh and roll
Everybody lose control

We're gonna shake it up
Up and down
We're gonna burn this town
To the ground

Do You Want To Be A Superstar? Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

[Intro:] Ummm...Mic check...
One...two...ummmm...fucking twelve

[Verse 1:]

My fashion is so siq
My fashion will make you lick
My fashion will make you lick
Watch those panties fucking drip
Scene hair weave
Scene hair keen
Scene attitude so fucking mean
Get on the floor
Get on the whore
Pull down your pants and drop your drows
LIKE OMG DAHVIE YOUR SO obscene
Bitch im the motherfucking war machine
Dont give a fuck just bust your grill
Dont give a fuck just throw your mill
Throw them bows
Throw them hoes
Throw those motherfuckers who get to close
Porn star bash
Porn star splash
Like to party with
My porn star cash
Pretty damn stoned
Pretty damn owned
Pretty fucked up .... ya i knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

[Chorus:]

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you wanna be a zillionaire!?
Throw them hands in the air!

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you want to be a zillionaire!?
Throw them hands in the air!

Or do you want to be a porn star
Fuck for money and go real far

Do u wanna be a zillionaire
Throw them hands in the air

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you wanna have everything!?
Do you wanna be anything!?

[Verse 2:]

Party up high
Party up low
Watch my platinum dazzle up and glow
Wet from dreams
Wet from screams
Wet from sex and dripping with cream
HOT HOT SEX!
HOT HOT breast
HOT! WHITE TIGHT SHIRTS
BUSTING OUT yo CHEST
Double dee titayz
Double dee prettyz
Bout to hump my double dee commity
Pimp yo shoes
Pimp yo juice
Pimp yo hair
Make everyone stair
Pretty damn eyes
Pretty damn rides
Girl got them tighs
Your pretty damn fine
I dont give a fuck what i say
I dont give a fuck i do it everyday
Yes im different
Yes im unique
Mess with me
Ill grind you like meat

[Chorus:]

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you wanna be a zillionaire!?
Throw them hands in the air!

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you want to be a zillionaire!?
Throw them hands in the air!

Or do you want to be a porn star
Fuck for money and go real far

Do u wanna be a zillionaire
Throw them hands in the air

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you wanna have everything!?
Do you wanna be anything!?

[Bridge:]
Turn that music up
Lets get wasted, super fucked
Go hed girl shake that butt
Make me fucking bust a nut

[Chorus:]

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you wanna be a zillionaire!?
Throw them hands in the air!

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you want to be a zillionaire!?
Throw them hands in the air!

Or do you want to be a porn star
Fuck for money and go real far

Do u wanna be a zillionaire
Throw them hands in the air

Do you want be a super star?
Get fucked up and go real far!?

Do you wanna have everything!?
Do you wanna be anything!?

Wet Dream War Machine Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Operation get crunk, I'm in love with your trunk.
Get me fucking love drunk, baby girl I want,
Drugged up like party monster, sexed up so grab the condoms,
This party won't stop (oh my God, it's the cops)

Boom, Boom, Boom
In my hotel room.
Boom, Boom, Boom
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wet dream war machine
So, so fresh and clean
I'm the teenage bloody dream,
Everybody fuck me.

Put this record DJ,
Make this club crazy
Plans, plans
Thank you man.
Fire, fire
Get you higher.

Drugged up like party monster, sexed up so grab the condoms,
This party won't stop (oh my God, it's the cops)

Boom, Boom, Boom
In my hotel room.
Boom, Boom, Boom
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wet dream war machine
So, so fresh and clean
I'm the teenage bloody dream,
Everybody fuck me.

Boom, Boom, Boom
in my hotel room.
Boom, Boom, Boom
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wet dream war machine
So, so fresh and clean
I'm the teenage bloody dream,
Everybody fuck me.

Getcha drink on,
Take your clothes off,
Let’s get down and dirty.
DJ don't stop spin that rock let's start this dance party.

Boom, Boom, Boom
In my hotel room.
Boom, Boom, Boom
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wet dream war machine
So , so fresh and clean
I'm the teenage bloody dream,
Everybody fuck me.

Boom, Boom, Boom
In my hotel room.
Boom, Boom, Boom
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Wet dream war machine
So, so fresh and clean
I'm the teenage bloody dream,
Everybody fuck me.

Mad Rad Hair Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Mad rad hot hair
Make them jealous bitches, DAMN
Hot Hot chii it up
Extra volume tease it up
Fashion multifox hot
Scene it on the cat walk
Color chunks lush hot
Razor cut jagged
I’m fenny not a faggot
Scene hair so SIQ
Texting on my sidekick
Those extensions so thick
You can suck my dick
So get in my chair
Let me pimp your hair
Let me pimp that hair
Turn that music up
Let’s get wasted supper fuck!

I got my mad rad hair
Tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So fuck me on the dance floor
Just fuck me on the...

I got
I got (uh-uh) I got
I got
I got (uh-uh) I got
I got
I got (uh-uh) I got
I got
I got (uh-uh) I got

Gettin' my hair done at sexy parties
Everybody gettin' tense
Feeling up my body
I love those filthy
Like to get CRUNK ALL NIGHT
My bangs to the side
My hair's lookin’ so tight
Oh my god I dyed it!
I dyed it teal!
In case you didn't notice
I'm a really big deal
So shut the fuck up
And take your clothes off
I'm your getaway car
And were' going really far
Turn that music up
Let’s get wasted super fuck

I got my mad rad hair
Tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So fuck me on the dance floor
Just fuck me on the dance flair

I got my mad rad hair
Tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So freak it all up
Make you look like a MySpace whore

Strike up,
Coon tails,
White polished finger nails.
I'm so fabulous (duh)
I'm so glamorous (lol)
Tease it out
Make em' shout
Come' a MySpace whore
Change your name to
XXGORE (oh my god)
Now you're so hard core
So brutal
You’re packin'
SKEET SKEET SKEET
Feel the heat
This is how we drop the
BEAT
Turn that music up
Let’s get wasted super fuck

I got my mad rad hair
Tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So fuck me on the dance floor
Just fuck me on the dance flair

I got my mad rad hair
Tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So freak it all up
Make you look like a MySpace whore

I got my mad rad hair
Tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So fuck me on the dance floor
Just fuck me on the dance flair

I got my mad rad hair
Tease it out there's just do much flair!
My hair is better than yours
So freak it all up
Make you look like a MySpace whore

"Let's Start A Riot" (2008)

I Can't Get Enuff Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Stop drop mosh & roll
Everybody lose control
Shake it up, up and down
We're gonna burn up this town
We're at the party at the disco
And this is how the beat goes
Beating hotter than an inferno

My fashion is fresh to death
I'll hit you harder than meth
I'll leave you gasping for breath
You know I'm rocking the best
My fashion is fresh to death
I'll hit you harder than meth
I'll leave you gasping for breath
You know I'm rocking the best

I can't get get get get enough
I can't get get get get enough
The fame! The game! It's all the same!
I can't, I won't, let go! Oh no!

I just love your couture
It's so hot for sure
It leaves me begging for more
So get me down on the floor
Oh girl your talk is so hot
Let me show you what I got
So just sit back and relax
I'll get you down on the spot

My fashion is fresh to death
I'll hit you harder than meth
I'll leave you gasping for breath
You know I'm rocking the best
My fashion is fresh to death
I'll hit you harder than meth
I'll leave you gasping for breath
You know I'm rocking the best

I can't get get get get enough
I can't get get get get enough
The fame! The game! It's all the same!
I can't, I won't, let go! Oh no!

Sex fashion love fashion
Sex fashion lust fashion
Sex fashion love fashion
Sex fashion lust fashion
Oh nooooooooooooo!
Sex fashion love fashion
Sex fashion lust fashion
Sex fashion love fashion
Sex fashion lust fashion

I can't get get get get enough
I can't get get get get enough
The fame! The game! It's all the same!
I can't, I won't, let go! Oh no!

I can't get get get get enough
I can't get get get get enough
The fame! The game! It's all the same!
I can't, I won't, let go! Oh no!

Bitches Get Stitches Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Stop the hate, congratulate
You know my name so eat some cake
Party hardy grab Bacardi
Talk your shit watch you get hit
Save the drama for your mama
What’s up with that awful gossip
Don’t be mad cuz my hair is so rad
Life is good up in my hood

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Check yourself before you wreck yourself
OMG blah blah blah
I’m rated x for explicit sex
You can talk your shit
You can run those lips
Your only makin' me famous you ignoramus
I’m so dangerous
So so so so dangerous.

Bitches get stitches they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches
You can talk your shit you’re only makin' me famous
Bitches get stitches, they end up in ditches, so get the riches
Bitches get stitches end up in ditches, get the riches

Blood On The Dance Floor Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Sex And Violence Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

You're so submissive,
I'll get you in position
I'm on a mission,
Hot sex in the kitchen
Now that's just bitchin' ,
I know cute lookin'
Start your invasion
Ultra sex sensation

Deep throat me girl and rule my world,
Be my scene queen and live the American Dream.
There's blood on the dance floor,
It's 1984
We're rocking kangaroos,
And sippin' on Mountain Dew

It's just the way we fuck,
It's the way we cut
(sex and violence)
Ultraviolet

Doctor, doctor,
be my lover
take this knife
and end my life.

It's just the way we fuck,
It's the way we cut
(sex and violence)
Ultraviolet

Oh Doctor, doctor,
be my lover
take this knife
and end my life.

Fuck me
Rape me
Take me
Blow me x4

So fuck the pain away,
Make it all okay
this life is plastic,
I hide in sunglasses
I'll wear my mac,
And give you my heart attack
I'll slice you, I'll dice you,
Serve you up in drive through

You fucking carbon copy,
Your style is so sloppy
So take it with ease,
You'll never be me.
My style is wild,
forever and ever
I'll leave you secered,
Beggin' fot my pleasure

Modern World Christ Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Limelight super bright
Taking over ultra light
Sweeter than ice cream cones
It makes me wanna rub my bones
Success isn't fabulous
The paparazzi, it?s a mess
The world addicted and obsessed
Hollywood is full of shit
Say what you like
I got nothing to hide
Ive been crucified, like Jesus Christ
So fuck the scene and dress obscene
Keep it classy
Don't be trashy
I'm not special or unique
I would die for my own dreams

As I grow stronger my voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers
I'm already dead inside
Let my words eat you alive

Rise to fame, it's a game
They own your face, they make your name
Its all the same for bloody sakes
Plastic dreams on silver screens
New models, placed by full throtles
Chased by paparazzi
Raiding like a bunch of Nazis
A danger zone, a global glow

Modern world, Jesus Christ
Everybody wants my slice
Heavens not enough
And this world is super rough
I'm the fever you cant break
I'm the dancer, gunna shake
I don't do, I just am
Let me bust my violent jam

As I grow stronger my voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers
I'm already dead inside
Let my words eat you alive

As I grow stronger my voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers
I'm already dead inside
Let my words eat you alive

I wanna be the boy that you adore
Without the label of a Bedroom Whore
I wanna be the boy that you adore
Without the label of a Bedroom Whore
I wanna be the boy that you adore
Without the label of a Bedroom Whore
I wanna be the boy that you adore
Without the label of a Bedroom Whore

So shut the fuck up with your ignorance
And shut the fuck up with your competence

As I grow stronger my voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers
I'm already dead inside
Let my words eat you alive

Money And Hoes Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

[Verse One:]
I Got Money And Hoe$
In Different Area Codes
I Walk Down The Block
They Want My Cock
I'm Flashing My Bling
There Sucking My Ding
Asphxiation Prescription Perfection
So I Walk Up To The Bar
Looking Like A Star
When Diamonds And Ice
Look O So Nice
Hi I'm Danger!
Hi I'm Gangster!
Hi I'm Mighter Than
Any Power Ranger!

[Chorus:]
I Got Money And Hoe$
In Different Area Codezzz
I Want Down The Block
They Want What I Got<3
I Got Money And Hoe$
In Different Area Codezzz
I Want Down The Block
I Get What I Want!

[Verse two:]
Don't Even Dare
You Can't Fucking Compare
You Best Prepare
I'm About To Declair
My Money Affair
Will Be Your Worst Nightmare
Your Rap Is Whack
So Lay Off The Crack
Just Follow Me
And Be Obscene
Leave Parents Feeling
Disgustin
So Honey! Get Some Money!
Fuck Me Like A Playboy Bunny

[Chorus:]
I Got Money And Hoe$
In Different Area Codezzz
I Want Down The Block
They Want What I Got<3
I Got Money And Hoe$
In Different Area Codezzz
I Want Down The Block
I Get What I Want!

[Bridge:]
Make Love Not War
More Stellar Than Star Wars
I'm So Epic
My Collection Is Eclitic
If The Price Is Right
You'll Be Mine Tonight
I'm From The Streets Bitch
And I'm Hood Rich
My Grill Is So Ill
It'll Make Your Titayz Spill
Ya I Kill Bill
So Lay Off My Thrill

[Chorus:]
I Got Money And Hoe$
In Different Area Codezzz
I Want Down The Block
They Want What I Got<3
I Got Money And Hoe$
In Different Area Codezzz
I Want Down The Block
I Get What I Want!

Till Death Do We Party Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Don't dream it, just be it
I suffer dance fever
My flow will be reliever
Knock you off your sneakers
There's blood on the speakers
This is how it goes
This is how we roll
Competition, so, this is
Cut your bone and slash your tongue
Back down before you're done,
Oh no, Terico,
Gonna shoot my heart low
Break down into the flip mode
Cashels and rhinestones
I'm the king of Lectrix
I'm the heathen let go
I'm the star of that glance

'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party Let's start this dance party

'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party Let's start this death party

Fuck me in the club, and light this bitch up
(Fuck me in the dirt, lift up my sexy skirt)
Fuck me in the house and shake me all about
(Fuck me in the car, Like a movie star)
Fuck me in the rain, take away my pain,
Fuck me in the Escalade, windows up on this escape
(Fuck me in the mall, up against the wall)
Fuck me in the church make it fucking hurt

'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party Let's start this death party

Let's start this death party

'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party 'Till 'till 'till 'till death do we party

I Hope You Choke Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Blood should be my 'pologies
Smeared across your silver screen
Pain, bet your so obscene
Bleeding heartsy sympathy
But I can never breathe
The only thing I see's
A heart on empty
and it screams so deadly Gaspin' for salvation
Cutting and frustration
Sex and complication
my minds on medication
What started of so magically
Love ends so tragically
Now wasted; ever shattered
Like nothing ever mattered

I hope you choke
I hope you know
The pain inside just multiplies
I lost my grip
I'm about to slit
Love is cruel, remember this
Protect yourself from the fighting fists
Covered wrists
So deep it fits
Its killing me, its tearing me
I can't forget, I cant regret

This world is just so fucked up
My life is just so messed up!
Nothing makes sense in a world that is so dead
The bleeding in my heart are from these stitches that are falling apart
You make me sick from this shit
How could you ever do this?
I gave you my heart
and you just ripped it apart I tasted your blood
and you just wasted my love You threw it away
It was so fragile and fray
Silver && gray
Like judgment day

I hope you choke
I hope you know
The pain inside just multiplies
I lost my grip
I'm about to slit
Love is cruel, remember this
Protect yourself from the fighting fists
Covered wrists
So deep it fits
Its killing me, its tearing me
I cant forget I cant regret

This world is just so fucked up
My life is just so messed up

I hope you choke
I hope you know
The pain inside just multiplies
Its killing me
Its tearing me
I can't forget
I cant regret [x4]

I hope you choke
I hope you choke
I hope you choke
I hope
You choke!

I ♥ Hello Kitty Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Dance Fire Up In This Room Ah! Ah!
Expecting Certain Dooom Ah! Ah!

Attention Please!
Everyone in the dance club freeze
Remain the position And Bleed!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah! Ah! I Like It
Against The Wall
Just Fuck Me In The Hall
You Scream " Meat Sucks"
We'll your Out Of Luck
I'll Fuck You In The Face
And Leave A Nice Taste
A Hot Mess!
Thats Whats Up!
I'll Fuck You in the club
On The Ground
Mop It up
Relax! Relax!
Its My Secksy Track!
Fresh To Death
Dont you dare forget
Ghetto Blastin
Hot Sex Everlastin
HELLZ YA BITCH!

H - E - L - L - O
Blasting Through Your stereo
K - I - T- T- Y
Let Me Slip Between Your Thighs
H - E - L - L- O
Coming Straight From Tokyo
K - I - T - T - Y
My Sex Will Leave You Satisfied
H - E - L - L- O
Show Me How Your Sucha Hoe
K - I - T - T - Y
Bitch I'll Make You Fucking Cry
H - E - L - L- O
Get On Your Knees And Blow
K - I - T - T - Y
YOUR SUCHA FUCKING CUTIE PIE!

Crank That And Shake That
Dancing With My Kitty
And Leaving This Committee
O Its Such A Pity
But We're On Fire
Dance Floor Desire
Seat Belts Aren't Required
Wraped Around Me Like Barbwire
Your Addiction I Admire
This Zone Is On Fire
I'll Be Your Sex Supplier
Will Light This Club On Fire
With Our Flashy Attire
We Moshed Like Liars
BAT CAT SHARK ATTACK FROM THE BACK!

H - E - L - L - O
Blasting Through Your stereo
K - I - T- T- Y
Let Me Slip Between Your Thighs
H - E - L - L- O
Coming Straight From Tokyo
K - I - T - T - Y
My Sex Will Leave You Satisfied
H - E - L - L- O
Show Me How Your Sucha Hoe
K - I - T - T - Y
Bitch I'll Make You Fucking Cry
H - E - L - L- O
Get On Your Knees And Blow
K - I - T - T - Y
YOUR SUCHA FUCKING CUTIE PIE!

H E L L OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
K I T T Y Y Y Y Y Y YY Y
H E L L OO O O O O O O
K I TT Y Y Y Y Y Y
H E L L L O OO O OO
K I T T Y Y Y Y Y Y Y
H E L L L L L O O O O O
K I T T T Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y YY

H - E - L - L - O
Blasting Through Your stereo
K - I - T- T- Y
Let Me Slip Between Your Thighs
H - E - L - L- O
Coming Straight From Tokyo
K - I - T - T - Y
My Sex Will Leave You Satisfied
H - E - L - L- O
Show Me How Your Sucha Hoe
K - I - T - T - Y
Bitch I'll Make You Fucking Cry
H - E - L - L- O
Get On Your Knees And Blow
K - I - T - T - Y
YOUR SUCHA FUCKING CUTIE PIE!
H - E - L - L - O
Blasting Through Your stereo
K - I - T- T- Y
Let Me Slip Between Your Thighs
H - E - L - L- O
Coming Straight From Tokyo
K - I - T - T - Y
My Sex Will Leave You Satisfied

You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

I Want To Tell A Tale
Of Love, Drugs, And Complications

It's Off To The Streets
That Talk To Me
I Take This Bitter Drug
That Makes Me Fall In Love
The Ground Lights Up
Like The Worlds A Club
I Meet A Friend
We Dance Till The End
When A Girl Makes Me Fall Again
She Gave Me A Pill
To Steady My Will
Here We Go Across The universe
Hip Hop On Top Of The Hearse
Rid This Earth
Of Its Awful Curse

You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover

Drop Dead Fred
Can't Imagine This Blood Shed
You Don't Need Instructions
For My Sexy Seduction
Break Your Frame
Take Your Heart
Put Into My Empty Art
Get Into The Bigger Tits
Stronger Hips
Ultra Ego rivalry
Blasphemy
Hersey
It’s All Committed
In This Dance Insanity
We Might Not Make It Through The Door
So Fuck Me On The Dance Floor
Take Off Your Pants
And Do The Revolutionary Dance

You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover

You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover
You're A Dancer, You're Not A Lover

Libertine Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

You grow like the evergreen
You set me free to die
And I'll swing all around
Till I fall to the ground
The government is full of shit
They spread their lies
But wait, I fall apart
But wait, fall apart
Watch me bleed
Dream obscene
I was touched by your screen dream
Watch me bleed
Dream obscene
I was touched by your screen dream
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free
You fall like the forest trees
You're living out a lie
If I could have my way I'd sit and watch you die
Locked and there's no escape
Don't even bother to try
But wait, I fall apart
Wait, fall apart
Watch me bleed
Dream obscene
I was touched by your screen dream
Watch me bleed
Dream obscene
I was touched by your screen dream
We're free
We're free
We're free
We're free

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D.U.I. (Dancing Under The Influence) Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Blood On The Dance Floor
Hating me won't make you pretty
Blood On The Dance Floor

Oops I did it again, Committed a sin
Drunk, Dialed my ex, Fuck her right to the next
Hoes on my neck, Mr. Whiskey Train wreck
Always breaking the law, Blame it on alcohol

You better call the cops because we just won't stop
We got that beat that drops, Just drop it like it's hot
You better call the cops because we just won't stop
We got that beat that drops, Just drop it like it's hot

D-U-I, D-U-I
If it's not rough then it's not good enough
D-U-I, D-U-I
Breaking hearts cause I'm not in love

I'm V.I.P status, Everyone's looking at us
Keep, Watch my feet cause I move the fastest
I don't aim to please, I don't mix with the masses
They think we're all freaks but they're staring at our asses

You better call the cops because we just won't stop
We got that beat that drops, Just drop it like it's hot
You better call the cops because we just won't stop
We got that beat that drops, Just drop it like it's hot

D-U-I, D-U-I
If it's not rough then it's not good enough
D-U-I, D-U-I
Breaking hearts cause I'm not in love

Intoxicated, Super jaded, Complicated, I'm faded
Intoxicated, Super jaded, Complicated, I'm faded
I'm wasted, Just face it, I'm bathing with all the models naked

Live it up, Drink it down, Party til you hit the ground
Live it up, Drink it down, Party til you hit the ground

D-U-I, D-U-I
Blood on the Dance Floor, Go!

D-U-I, D-U-I
I'm dancing under the influence, Blood On The Dance floor

You better call the cops because we just won't stop
Oh oh, Baby, Blood On The Dance floor, I'm dancing
You better call the cops because we just won't stop
Dancing under the influence....

Designed To Kill Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Cheezy weezy
Pumpkin peezy
My name is Du-De Deezy
Ill get you crunk on the heezy
I like them sluts they’re easy
I’m chilling with my breezy
She makes me feel so easy
She keeps it really sleazy
It gives me the heebie-jeebies
Go on it good lordie
I’m about to pop up some fucking models
She knows she just can’t have it
But cheatings just her habit
I know she’s problematic
I want to fix her habits
I give into her thrills
As she sinks into kill

Every time you look at me
Breezing through the lights
I feel your breath
I feel yourself
It tears me up inside
I know that you’ve got issues
And it kills me instantly
To see you with the other guys
You’ll be the death of me

You're just like a pill
Designed to kill
Everything you do
Messes with me
Smothering me
Poison goes down
I’m on the ground dying
Just like a pill
Designed to kill

Designed to kill
Designed to kill

Woah fucking fucking
Fucking bitches
The mother fucking bitches
The shit talking hoes
That don’t even fucking know what
Fuck the drama
Save it for Obama
I don’t give a shit
Cause your gonna get your karma
What what
I’m so sick of it
All this ill shit
Vomit so atomic
Make me wanna vomit bitch
Vanity mix a little bit of ecstasy
Makes you wanna love me
Makes you wanna fuck me bitch

Every time you look at me
Breezing through the lights
I feel your breath
I feel yourself
It tears me up inside
I know that you’ve got issues
And it kills me instantly
To see you with the other guys
You’ll be the death of me

You're just like a pill
Designed to kill
Everything you do
Messes with me
Smothering me
Poison goes down
I’m on the ground dying
Just like a pill
Designed to kill

Every time you look at me
Breezing through the lights
I feel your breath
I feel yourself
It tears me up inside
I know that you’ve got issues
And it kills me instantly
To see you with the other guys
You’ll be the death of me

You're just like a pill
Designed to kill
Everything you do
Messes with me
Smothering me
Poison goes down
I’m on the ground dying
Just like a pill
Designed to kill

Crunk Man Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Get that beat crunk,
Get that beat crunk,
Get that beat crunk,
Get that beat crunk!

Let me be your LUV drug
Bring your pain in my club
Shake them hater away
We bout' to party and play
I'm bout' to lose all control
I'm bout' to let it all go
I'm locking and dropping, till the ladies start to get hot and pop it
Intoxicated, Super jaded, Complicated
I'm Feelin'
I'm wasted, Shit faced, Yeah I'm bathing with all the models naked
Lets live it up, Drink it down, Party till we hit the ground

Cause I'm crunk man
Fucked up and,
I gotta bottle full of throttle like hot damn
I'm the pimp of the world
Let you know fo shizzle
If you ain't legit
Than you ain't my nizzle

Can get out the county
Motherfuck the police
We, we, we, we, be runnin' this city like a mass of elites
So drink until you can't breathe,
Dance until your feet bleed
Get pussy no doubt
Party till' you pass out
1 bottle, 2 bottle, 3 bottles, 4
5 bottle, 6 bottles, Till' I hit the floor
I'm Just Crunk man, I hope you understand,
I'm doin' the best, The best I fucking can, HEY!

Cause I'm crunk man
Fucked up and,
I gotta bottle full of throttle like hot damn
I'm the pimp of the world
Let you know fo shizzle
If you ain't legit
Than you ain't my nizzle

No doubt
Party till you pass out
Get loud, you know were gonna dance now
You better bring
This is where I wanna be
Party up till the fuckin sun comes up

No doubt (Crunk man)
Party till you pass out (Fucked up and)
Get up you know were gonna dance now (I gotta bottle full of throtle like hot damn)
You better bring (I'm the pimp of the world )
This is where I wanna be (Let you know fo shizzle)
Party up till the fuckin sun comes up (If you ain't legit, Than you ain't my nizzle)

Knockout! Lyrics – Blood on the Dance Floor

Uhh,
Yeahh,
Uh ohh,
Yehh,
Hey Barbie, ah, ah, ah, are you into hung men?
He- hey hey hey Barbie! I can be your hung ken
Wow! cause' once you go deep, you never go back
She wore her hair black, with curls in the back
Then she threw that azs back, back, back
Then I fell to the mat, and after that
Everything went black!

Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell em get the referee
Cause he can, get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It's emergency
Cause he can, get the knockout
Get the knockout

Hey Barbie, can I call you Barbara? haha
Hey Barbie! can I call you tomorrow, and today?
Cause' once you go deep, you never go back
And once you go dahvie, everybody else is whack
She threw that azs back, back, back, then I fell to the mat
And after that everything went black!

Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell em get the referee
Cause he can, get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It's emergency
Cause he can, get the knockout
Get the knockout

Awe fuck it
Give me that dame bucket
Wh-when I throw this puzsy
You better not start duckin
Oh yo!
He-head on with the blow
Lo-look out in the crowd
And everybody's yellin NO!
Grab him by his locks
And give us a good box
Hit him below the belt
I wanna give him good top
Top, top
Give him good top
Hit him below the belt
I wanna give him good top
1, 2, 3
They yellin 1, 2, 3
I done hit him with that motherfuckin court two piece
Tell em, tell em to mop out
To late to cop out
Give him more head than tupee's like I locked out

Baby 1, 2, 3
Tell em get the referee
Cause he can, get the knockout
If the telephone rings
It's emergency
Cause he can, get the knockout
Get the knockout

So just knock me out
So just knock me out
Yea
Just knock me out
So just knock me out
Just knock me out
Just knock me out

My Gift And My Curse lyrics - blood on the dance floor

Today I died
And I'm up in heaven
Looking down on the world
Ark angel number seven
I was sent to earth
With a mission to complete
My memories
Remain bittersweet
A messenger
With a double duty verse
It's my legacy
My gift and my curse...

Hold your head up high
They'll kill to see you fall
Evil lurks in the shadows
Just waiting to prevail
Every sinner has a future
Every saint has a past
Gotta keep the torch burning
So the message will last
Like a phoenix rising up
From a pile of burning ashes
Can't give up
No matter how the haters try to trash us
I will use my voice
Like this world's my motherfuckin' classroom
Touching hearts, saving lives
Warding off the black doom

Come with me
And take my hand
I'll lead you to a wonderland
A world that's free of hate and lies
Where beauty lives and evil dies
Relax your mind and close your eyes
Havens what you visualize

My wings of gold
Kill all despair
Just trust in me
I'll take you there

I'll take you there!

This is my gift and my curse
Till I'm dead in a hurse
My words will stain this fucking earth
Until I'm free from this sex lusr succubus nurse
I can't escape this wicken curse
Like a vamp to neck
Like a wolf to the flesh
I'm cursed, I'm cursed
I'm fucking dead
My gift, my gift
I can't escape this wretched fate

Why do i wear myself down to nothing?
Would you let me widdle myself into something
Carving me down to the absolute bitterness
Wipe away the jealousy, I got nothing left
I'm chewing on what's left of my silent tongue
I've been playing by the rules
I lost myself in the game
I fear the person i used to be will never be the same

Come with me
And take my hand
I'll lead you to a wonderland
A world that's free of hate and lies
Where beauty lives and evil dies
Relax your mind and close your eyes
Havens what you visualize

My wings of gold
Kill all despair
Just trust in me
I'll take you there

This is my gift and my curse
Till I'm dead in a hurse
My words will stain this fucking earth
Until I'm free from this sex lusr succubus nurse
I can't escape this wicken curse
Like a vamp to neck
Like a wolf to the flesh
I'm cursed, I'm cursed
I'm fucking dead
My gift, my gift
I can't escape this wretched fate

It'll all come back to you
Everything you put me through
It'll all come back to you
Everything you put me through
You can drag me to hell
You can curse me with spells
I'm damned, I'm damned
Like an angel that fell
My gift, my gift
Sent from the heavens above
Is meant to save all the fans i love

This is my gift and my curse
Till I'm dead in a hurse
My words will stain this fucking earth
Until I'm free from this sex lusr succubus nurse
I can't escape this wicken curse
Like a vamp to neck
Like a wolf to the flesh
I'm cursed, I'm cursed
I'm fucking dead
My gift, my gift
The only thing left
I can't escape this wretched fate

You'll understand when I'm gone...

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