i love all there music but dahvie can go rot in jail <3

The first one was bad enough. As a matter of fact, please stop making music. Period. You're not good at this.

LYRICS
This is what death looks like 

All black everything
blacked OUT with my golden fangs 
Grave yard girls and vampires
Makin' this bitch my empire

Straight OUTTA hell
put you in my spell
drinking that brew
Im gonna fuck to 

ain’t nothing but a goth thing BAYBEH
Two ghouls in the pool going CRAZYEH


I’m drugged up
I’m fucked up 
Zombified 
with thriller eyes

Death of the party 
no life here
double shot of jack
don’t fuck with no beer

ROLLING WIT Muh bad witches
you can keep your bad bitches


Fangs out 

raise some hell
Grant your dreams
your soul to sell

Halloween 365 
staying spooky
on the grind 
no rest for the wicked 
Let’s get fucking twisted
I’m death pop 
The show stops 

killing mainstream 
with head chop
Buried in
a shallow grave

Grab a drink
and celebrate 


I’m drugged up
I’m fucked up 
Zombified 
with thriller eyes
Death of the party 
no life here
double shot of jack
don’t fuck with no beer
Rolling in with my bad witches
And you can keep your bad bitches
Fangs out 
raise some hell
Grant your dreams
your soul to sell




DOWN ANOTHER SHOT
THIS IS DEATH POP
DOWN ANOTHER SHOT
Let’s get fucked

I’m a sinner
I’m a winner
I’m a motherfucking
death pop killer 

HELL RAISER
Fangs out tonight !

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10 Destroy

08 Anti - Social Media

07 The Coffee Song

06 Ghosting

04 You Are Enough

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"Clubbed To Death"
(feat. Haley Rose)

[x3]
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Death, death, death death. 

Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Clubbed to death.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don't have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General's warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing's how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

Bang that beat into my head.
Pound until I'm fucking dead. 
Take away my last dying breath.
Music's got me clubbed to death.

Stop you with a whomp whomp.
Eat you like a chain chomp.
Keep it blunt.
Stab a cunt.
You're the prey, I am the hunt.
Rape your ears, fuck your brains.
Dick's gonna make it rain.
Make a living, on making love.
And I don't give a single FUCK!

Bang that beat into my head.
Pound it 'til I'm fucking dead.
The sound takes my last breath.
Music's got me clubbed to death!

B-b-bang that b-beat, into my head.
M-m-music's got me clubbed to death.
Music's got me clubbed to death.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don't have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General's warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing's how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

Ha! Ha! Ha! I am a monster! 
I'm gunna fry you like a lobster! 
Shit your pants and die mother fucker! 
It's a joyride bitch, and I'm the trucker!

TAKE DOWN!
The posers and the wannabes,
Feel my boot grindin' into your skull.
It's nothing now but a freak show massacre.
Gather round kids, and enjoy the show.

Drinking, fame, and dirty dancing.
Fame and dance and death.
You're giving up when getting down.
You just don't give a shit.
NO!

11 Yo Ho 2

Blood On The Dance Floor

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