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Blood On The Dance Floor

Blood On Te Dance Floor - All The Rage!

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06 Revenge Porn

"Wet Dream War Machine"

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.

Wet Dream War Machine

"I Can't Get Enuff"

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!

I Can't Get Enuff

"Bitches Get Stitches"

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

Bitches Get Stitches

"Modern World Christ"

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
I've 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
It's 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 can't 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

Modern World Christ

"Till Death Do We Party"

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 hot load
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

Till Death Do We Party

"I Hope You Choke"

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 Hope You Choke

Blood On The Dance Floor

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