put the knife away

I've got school in the morning but I couldn't really care
Right now I'm doing makeup and im teasing up my hair
Picking out an outfit and a little matching set
Prying eyes love me I'm so gorgeously upset
So come online tonight cause I've got a new schtick
So horny for attention I'll pretend to like your- 

Let's rage like we're scene kids in 2004
There's perfume in the air and there's glitter on the floor
Lights Camera Action for the webcam world
Let's stream it all on Stickam like a myspace whore

Anonymous star of Omegle dot com
The Headlining freakshow of Stickydrama 
Cause hopeless romanticism is something you can sell
I'm cashing in on crying I'm the beautiful unwell

Got my graphic tee and jeans on hella tight
Diamond necklace on with studded belts we gettin wild tonight
Six digits on my friends list got me seeing stars
Seatbelts off, call the cops 
(Wait, who’s driving the car?)

All these haters call me crazy ‘cause they wish they were me
Never know about the things that they never see
Party’s over, all alone, laying on the floor
(But that’s the life that you live when you’re a MySpace whore)

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Maya Malice : 
https://mayamalice.newgrounds.com/
https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCbo-86gVVH3lviWNFoCLrCw


MYSPACE WHORE!!! feat. Maya Malice

All credit goes to Eisenfunk. -Not mine- Enjoy :)

Eisenfunk - Pong

Dart's here to bring you online
I've got salt and tequila and ice for your lime
Big hair big Shoes and tight jeans
I'm the scene rat queen of your drunken daydreams
Get down on me like that freaky shit you know I like
Of course I'm fucking into that bitch this is showbiz
I'm here to fuck, get drunk, get crunk, and own it

Drink!
One shot this time!
Drink!
Two shots this time!
Dance!
Try not to die
Put your hands on my hips
And let's go for a ride!
Let's freaky while we're getting crunk
We're drunk tonight
Drink!
Three shots this time!
Dance until you hit the floor
Drink!
One shot this time!
Drink!
Two shots this time!
Dance!
Try not to die
[A-L-C-O] Lust and liquor feelin high
Let's get crazy while we're getting crunk
Turn out the lights
Drink!
Three shots this time!
Dance until you beg for more (WOO)

Defibrillate, calibrate, are you okay?
Just a little electric, or how you say,
Oui, Je suis mort en 2004
Left a captive audience who adore
All the crazy ass shit that the scene queens do
There had to be somebody to be instead of you
So here I am baby, lick it up
That's what I said to your girl in my pickup truck

CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG

Drink!
One shot this time!
Drink!
Two shots this time!
Dance!
Try not to die
Put your hands on my hips
And let's go for a ride!
Let's freaky while we're getting crunk
We're drunk tonight
Drink!
Three shots this time!
Dance until you hit the floor
Drink!
One shot this time!
Drink!
Two shots this time!
Dance!
Try not to die
[A-L-C-O] Wait that's not mine
Let's get crazy while we're getting crunk
Turn out the lights
Drink!
Three shots this time!
Dance until you beg for more

I know everybody here by the same name
The same hair and clothes and the fake fame
We're all reliving but we can't live
We're all window shopping and we can't give
What's the point of it all if it's been done before
I don't wanna be a doll or a face or the same whore
Everything I do is derivative, referential so apologies if I come off sad or existential
My life's work here is an attempt at authentic
Pathetic but I think I deserve a little credit
Am I alive? Are you alive?
Right who are you?
That's the point of it all, reflecting back to you
A-L-C-O-H-O-L I see it back to you
I put the Star is Czarina and the Cat in Catatonic
Ignore the message just crank the bass bitch I'm on it

Snippets from Alcohol by The Millionaires

Crunk's UnDead?

Drink Drink Dance! (Do Not Die)

brokeNCYDE - Poppin'

Eyes, lips, headshots
Now off to photoshop
Take a hit, don’t stop
The fame, your brain it rots 

(Eyelashes and butcher knives)
I’m gonna cut you
(Candy land paradise)
I’ll rip your skin off your bones
(Cigarettes, bar fights)
I’m gonna burn you
(Friend requests, 50 likes)
Make sure you never grow old

PC4PC
You’ll never get me
Trashy liner, graphic tees
I wear it perfectly 

Self-conscious fake love
Hide it with makeup
Watch the numbers going up
Once they see through you, you’re done

Bitch you shouldn’t mess with me
Now you’ll see the best of me
Haters and the press agree
I’m the front line that you see

Catch me with all the riches
Fast cars and fly bitches
See who’s numbers grow the quickest
I’m the line, you’ll never finish

Makeup on and hair done
Don’t they know it’s a facade 

(Eyelashes and butcher knives)
I’m gonna cut you
(Candy land paradise)
I’ll rip your skin off your bones
(Cigarettes, bar fights)
I’m gonna burn you
(Friend requests, 50 likes)
Make sure you never grow old

PC4PC
You’ll never get me
Ugly haircut, messy tease
Pull it off flawlessly

Feel the the thoughts they’re taking over
Do the things the comments told you
Up all night, fuck being sober
We’re just kids, act like we’re older

Feel it crushing like a boulder
Paparazzi looking over your shoulder
People online, they pretend they know you
Never gonna stop till the fad is over

Crunkcore attempt </3

⛧No.⛧

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