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PostSubject: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:38 am

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 Sexy Track!
Fresh To Death
Don't you dare forget
Ghetto Blastin'
Hot Sex Everlastin'
HELLZ YEAH 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
Oh 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
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:43 am

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! x 2

Bridge:

We gotta dance
Dance the pain away
We gotta dance
Dance the pain away
We got to!
We have to!
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:44 am

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

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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

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Sunshine coming through the rain
This happiness is mixed with pain

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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:44 am

Stop the hate congradulate,
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 'cause 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.
Oh My God! Blah blah blah!
I'm rated X, for explicit sex,
You can talk your shit,
You can run those lips your only
Making 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 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 your only making me famous,
You can talk your shit your only making me famous,
You can talk your shit your only making me famous,
You can talk your shit your only making 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.
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.
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:45 am

You let me violate you.
You let me desecrate you.
You let me penetrate you.
You let me complicate you.

Help me.
Break apart my insides
Help me.
I'v got no soul to sell
Help me.
The only thing that breaks through me
Help me get away from myself

Chorus:
I wanna fuck you like a animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like a animal
My whole existence is blood
You get me closer to god

You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my Abstinence of Faith
You can have my everything

Help me.
You tear down my reason
Help me.
To sex I can smell
Help me.
But you make me perfect
Help me become somebody else

Chorus:
I wanna fuck you like a animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like a animal
My whole existence is blood
You get me closer to god

Through every voice above the trees
But then my Stomach scraped off these
I drank the honey inside your hive
Your the reason I stay alive

Through every voice above the trees
But then my Stomach scraped off these
I drank the honey inside your hive
Your the reason I stay alive

Through every voice above the trees
But then my Stomach scraped off these
I drank the honey inside your hive
Your the reason I stay alive

Through every voice above the trees
But then my Stomach scraped off these
I drank the honey inside your hive
Your the reason I stay alive

I wanna fuck you like an animal.
I wanna feel you from the inside.
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
I wanna feel you from the inside.
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:45 am

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)
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:45 am

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!

Are you ready?
Pop, lock, make em' stop.
Haters block and bitches rock.
Yo pass me the cup, I'll drink till I throw up!
Throw your damn hands up.
Everybody get up.
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 got the keys to the bakery.

I'm so fresh to death!
I'm so fresh to death!
I'm always fresh to death!

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 Katrina!

Cuddle leads to trouble when you're up in my bubble.
I don't chase them I replace them stacking hoes like dominoes.
Make a rumor sense of humor, entertain me with my life.
Make me popular over night. To be famous is so nice.

Drop it like it's hot.
Drop it like it's hot.
Drop, pop, make em' stop.
Snitches what? Snitches not!

Drop it like it's hot.
Drop it like it's hot.
Drop, pop, make em' stop.
Snitches what? Snitches not!

Reeses pieces butter cup,
You mess with me, I'll fuck you up.

Throw em' up! Throw em' up!
This is how we party up.
She licked it like a lollipop.
Don't stop until you hit the spot.
Oh Baby! Oh Baby! You got me crazy or maybe.
Get smashed, lets dance if you got the chance.
It's the feelings I'm feeling.
The things she's got me believing.
She's gonna start, gonna kick up my heart.
I can't stop until I pop.
Oh my god! Oh my god!
There's danger on the spot.
I 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 flow.
Got the diamonds that glow.
We be poppin' champaigne, like we won the damn game.

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!

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!

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 Katrina!

Ding-ding!
I got the keys to the bakery.
Ahh! So fresh!
Ding-ding!
I got the keys to the bakery.
Ahh! So fresh!
Ding-ding!
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:46 am

Welcome to the Suicide Club.

Love is a drug in the suicide club.
It's rough and it's tough but I never get enough.
Well dying is the latest fashion,
Well dying is the main attraction.

As I grows 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 an on and on an on,
We can't go on,
We can't go on like this.
[x4]

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 on,
We can't go on like this.
[x4]

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!

On and on and on and on,
We can't go on,
We can't go on like this.
[x4]
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:46 am

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 vicious.
Cut your bone and slash your tongue.
Back down before you're done,.
Oh no, Tericho.
Gonna shoot my hot load.
Break down into the flip mode.
Cash flows and rhinestones.
I'm the king of Lechures.
I'm the heathen let go.
I'm the star of that glows.

'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 escalator, 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 dance 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.
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:47 am

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

Chorus:
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

Verse 2
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
Its All Commited
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

Chorus:

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
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:48 am

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 dood
another jealous mess
yo that ain't cooo
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!

chorus:


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


verse 2:

she wearing tight jeans
im bout to get ring
will you just marry me
im 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 wannna be world
give you diamonds and pearls
you put me head in a whirl
omg im drunk again
can we just still be friends
i promise ill call again
plz don't turn into a lesbian
we will party till the end

'
bridge:


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!!
X2

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
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyTue Nov 03, 2009 9:48 am

Blood should be my 'pologies
Smeared across yoour 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
It started of so magically
Love ends so tragically
Now wasted ever shattered
Like nothing ever mattered

I hope yoou choke
I hope yoou know
The pain inside just multiplies
I lost my grip
I'm about to slit
Love is cruel, remember this
Protect yoourself from the fighting fists
Covered wrists
So deep it fits
It's killing me, it's tearing me
I can't forget, I can't 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 yoou 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 and gray
Like judgement 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
It's killing me, it's tearing me
I can't forget I can't regret

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

I hope yoou choke
I hope yoou know
The pain inside just multiplies
It's killing me
It's tearing me
I can't forget
I can't regret (x4)

I hope yoou choke
I hope yoou choke
I hope yoou choke
I hope
You choke
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Song Title :Scream For My Ice Cream | Artist/Band : Blood On The Dance Floor
She's melting
She's melting
O! o! o! she licked me like I'm ice cream

Dipper with my dipper
We be drinking up the liquiour
Party like lit's yo birthday
Shake it like an earthquake
Melting like an ice cream cone
Going for his danger zone
Go and suck my lollipop

Sugar sweet cherry topped
Fur shure fit
To legit
Hot spot
Twirk it b! tch
Strip it down
Work it up
Baby let me
Fill your cups
O to the m to the geeeee
Sticky messy
Taste my treat
But I love it when you
Scream for my ice cream
Tell me all your dirty dreams
Scream for my ice cream
Well show me what's your fantasies
X2
Lets get this party started!
Drink till we get retarded!
She licked me like ice creammmmmmmm
Ha! ha! ha! what the fuk
You know that we do it ruff
Move your feet to the beat
With this shit this songs complete
Move that body super sweet
Always like an ice cream treat
Got a monster in my pants
And if you ever get the chance
Gunna cram it down your throat
Watch you gasp for air & choke
I'm gunna jizz all in your face
I'm gunna wreck this fucking place
Pull my hair smash the chair
Break the bed & give me head

Scream for my ice cream
Tell me all your dirty dreams
Scream for my ice cream
Well show me what's your fantasies
X2
Lets get this party started
Drink till we get retarded
She licked me like ice cream

You can taste my ice cream
We can be a sweet team x7
Scream for my ice cream
Tell me all your dirty dreams
Scream for my ice cream
Well show me all your fantasies
X2
Kets get this party started
Drink till we get retarded
She licked me like ice creammmmm
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PostSubject: Re: Blood On The Dancefloor   Blood On The Dancefloor EmptyWed Nov 25, 2009 11:19 am

Blood On The Dance Floor Lyrics

Mad Rad Hair Lyrics

Mad rad hot hair
make them jealous bitches, DAMN
Hot Hot chii it up
extra volume tease it up
fashion multifox hot
sceen it on the cat walk

colour chunks lush hot
razur cut jagged
im fenny not a faggot
scene hair so SIQ
texting on my sidekick
those extentions 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
lets get waisted 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

Geten' my hair done at sexii parties
Everybody geten' tense
Feeling up my body
I love those filthy
like to get CRUNK ALL NIGHT
My bangs to the side
My hair's looken so tight

Oh my god I dyed it!
I dyed it teal!
Incase 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
lets get waisted 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 fabulouse (duh)
I'm so glamorouse (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
Your packen'
SKEET SKEET SKEET
Feel the heat
this is how we drop the
BEAT

Turn that music up
lets get waisted 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
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