Don’t want it as bad as them,
Yeah don’t want it as bad as them,
Don’t want it as bad as them,
Wonder if you tried what you’d look like then

So you got a taste of fame?
When StickyDrama’s hollerin your name
Cause Photoshop ain’t your only fix

S.I.F ass mother fucker,
Maybe it’s trains or maybe it’s luck
Or maybe you’re just sucking Tom’s dick
(Oh my god!)

Getting tipsy with your friends
(You’re not real)
Bullied on the internet
(Can’t be as tough as steel)
Wondering when this shit will end
Don’t know how to feel
Because you’ll never be like them
(Never be real)

Take it or leave it not much more to say,
Aesthetic Perfection isn’t too far away,
Say you can’t see it, but it’s as clear as day,
You can’t see bones through grainy photos anyway

Don’t care, don’t care
Don’t listen to you
Don’t care, don’t-
They’ll never listen to you

PC4PC or whore for whore
They weigh less while you’re eating more
Try all you want but you’ll never be them
Never gonna back down it’s never gonna end

PC4PC or whore for whore
Don’t even try unless you know for sure
Right all along or just being mean?
That’s how it works when you’re in the scene

JUNKOREXIC

Yeah we gettin' crazy bitches
Yeah we gettin' lit man
See your eyes up on me bitch yeah
Malice is the shit man

Pullin up with my crew 
lookin fly as fuck
got our tight jeans, poofy hair
Yeah you're outta luck

Poppin bottles, going crazy
See us dancing, so amazing
Know you can't resist us baby
So can you maybe-

Drop it low bitch
I know bitch 
I feel it in the air

Take it slow
feel the flow
like you just don't care

Goin wild
I like your style
With your teased up hair

See your smile
Wait a while
Yeah we're almost there

Girls up on us, hot like a sauna
Bitch you want it, yeah we got it
Just being honest, we got, we flaunt it
Hand her loose paper with my digits on it

Dj turning up the music
Make the people fucking lose it
Getting crunk and getting boozed yeah
Make the people fucking lose it

GET CRUNK, GET CRUNK
MOTHERFUCKER GO AND TURN THE MUSIC UP
GET CRUNK, GET CRUNK
YEAH YOU KNOW THAT WE'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH

Party In The Crunk Trunk

I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning scalding white
Don't you feel like you're ready to fly?
Old Hollywood Lightshow
I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning dying light
Don't you feel like you're ready to die?
Old Hollywood Lightshow 

Tell you what when you come by the bus
You're not ready to party with us 
Your scene-rat scene's been seen before
Shake your ass; it'll open the door

Welcome to the land of fame excess
Where pariahs cover the floor
Walk where you will while they offer a taste
Of success, make haste, 
To make it, pick up the pace

Everybody bleeds but the living's for us
Vampire lover you can drink all my blood
Shark food baby you smell like fresh meat
Metallic ink bounces off the beat

Sick beats
Beat sneaks
When you're rolling with me

Roll Green
Cash weed
Like Melissa Marie

I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning scalding white
Don't you feel like you're ready to fly?
Old Hollywood Lightshow
I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning dying light
Don't you feel like you're ready to die?
Old Hollywood Lightshow

The tempo sets you free, one one one 
Hot girls drink for free, no one one
Knows sincerity, nine one one
Some one come for me, no one one

No one's heard your plea
You begged so desperately
You wished that you were me
No one's listening

No one listen to a word that I say
We can dance, do shots, scare the horror away
And the DJs hot; you're a whore anyway
I'm dumb bubble pop, just ignore what I say, okay?

Sick beats
Beat sneaks
When you're rolling with me

Roll Green
Cash weed
Like Melissa Marie

I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning scalding white
Don't you feel like you're ready to fly?
Old Hollywood Lightshow
I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning dying light
Don't you feel like you're ready to die?
Old Hollywood Lightshow

This shit is pointless practice
Fuck shit up; poise-less, tactless
We are the experts at this
Follow us, we you're atlas

Sick beats (sick beats)
Beat sneaks (beat sneaks)
When you roll with me, When you roll with me!
Roll green (one and)
Cash weed (two three)
Like Melissa fucking Marie

I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning scalding white
Don't you feel like you're ready to fly?
Old Hollywood Lightshow
I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning dying light
Don't you feel like you're ready to die?
Old Hollywood Lightshow

Sick beats
Beat sneaks
When you're rolling with me

Roll Green
Cash weed
Like Melissa Marie

Scene Sixteen

Old Hollywood Lightshow (Like Melissa Marie)

Whassup bitches it's a fucking birthday track
Y'know like Dart Darling?
Except with 12 less songs and about a third of the talent

One step, two step
Now you're gettin it
I'll show you how to dance 
Don't even stress it

I'll give you a night you will never forget
Cause when you party with us man
It's gonna be sick

Slide to the right now slide to the left
Fear is something that is hard to accept
Is it worth the reputation you try to protect?

Now come with me cause we don't have much time left 

Tearing up the dancefloor
we party together
Glasses in the air
Make this night last forever

If we have a shot, yeah
You know that we'll take it
Despite our circumstances
We'll make it, we'll make it

Rock to the beat now
Bouncing on your feet now
Go and turn the party up
We dancin in the street now

Rise from your seats now
Baby pour some shots out
Go and turn the speakers up and make it make a big sound

ALL THE PEOPLE 
PARTY'S GOING CRAZY
TAKE A DEEP BREATH MAN 
ITS GONNA BE OKAY

EVEN IF YOU FEEL LIKE THE WORLD IS ENDING
Take a deep breath man
It's gonna be okay

Alright I wanna see everybody out on the dancefloor come on

All my scene kids!
Put your hands in the air
Get crunk get crazy like you just don't care

And my emos!
Rockin fresh band flare
hXc 2step to the sound of the snare

All my punk kids!
Tearing up the pit
Move out the way or you're gonna get hit

And my goth kids!
Rockin spooky ass fits
Got that vampire style when you're hittin that shit

And my E-kids out here straight romancin
Tearing up the club with their Tik Tok dances

Grunge kids rockin their flannel jackets
Underground hits that defy the masses

Everybody on the dancefloor bring the heat
Busting sick dance moves getting down to the beat

Fuck it all my scenecore bitches
Go ahead and bring it in
It's an all night party 
Everybody's getting in

Seventeen (We Made It)

Ke$ha in the casa like it's 2009
You know we bitches don't get carded cause we're too damn divine
And like the Darling's dolled up I'm a doe for a dime
It's like fucking hunting season get your ass back in line 
We've got girls who like leashes and the beaches that rhyme
And we know where the freaks is and the party's online
Posting 7000 pictures of our shots with the lime
Pray to the Miss Aoki that I'm finding a ride

Cause I'm fucked up tonight
I'm fucked up tonight
I'm fucked up tonight
I'll down another cup in the back of club just keep em coming down

[Maya's verse]

Log on Myspace change my status
As I head out the door 
Like may I please have your attention
Everyone on the floor

Early morning into dusk
Poppin bottles smoking kush
The scene elite we’re glamorous 
BITCH YOU WISH THAT YOU WERE US

Yeah we rock that hot couture
Dance until your back is sore 
Po-po’s banging down the door
Girl you’re such a fucking (screams) 

Don’t you know the sitch man?
God its getting hard to stand
Better check your bitch man cause
MALICE IS THE SHIT MAN

Cause I'm fucked up tonight
I'm fucked up tonight
I'm fucked up tonight
I'll down another cup in the back of club just keep em coming down
[both]
Cause we're fucked up tonight
Let's get drunk tonight
Get crunked up tonight
We'll down another cup in back of the club cause we're VIPs were down

Speak up
It's loud
Girl speak up
It's loud
Girl get up
Right now
All hands up
Right now
Dance fucked up
Right now
Like piss drunk
Right now 
Dead crunked up
Right now
Fucking crunked up
Right now

We're wearing tiny things
Top of black skinny jeans
With the rhinestone bling 
Cause our heads are (fucked up!)

Going down on me
And your head's ringing 
From the leg ANCs
Cause my EP's (fucked up)

Like a hot zombie
You would never touch me
You would never want me 
Less you are (fucked up)

Freaks on the floor
Inhale all my spores
Like a poison you want more

I'm a psych thriller dream
And a nightmare fiend
I'm an unidentified
Alien thing

A queen on the scene 
Everybody look at me
I'm an unidentified
Body in the street

No flash photography
Let me rest in scene
Let me have another drink
Cause this stories (fucked up)

Like a hot zombie
You could never touch me
You would never want me 
Less you are (fucked up)

Fucked Up

Fucked Up! - feat. Maya Malice

I was outside the mall on a summer night
Caught a glimpse of a girl she was lookin hella fine

Skinny jeans and a leopard print hand bag
Wanted to say hey but something was holding me back

Sunglasses reflecting the neon glare
Made me question if she was even there

Grabbed my hand felt her cold skin against mine
That's when I knew she was a ghost from another time

Call it symptoms of the night but I tripped and fell in
Into the void of her cool smooth conversation
The way she stood and flipped her hair
it was all too telling
I took a hit from her hyde it was watermelon

Watermelon

They be like "boo that's a bomb ass outfit" I be like "thanks, it's from Hot Topic"

You see your fame will elevate
I'll give you something to celebrate
Hit me up on MySpace
Add me to your top 8

I wanna buy band tees
I wanna buy Invader Zim
I want Hello Kitty
I wanna buy whatever's in

You can understand quite easily
If you buy two of these
You can get one for free
Just leave the explaining to little ol me
Now the register is weird with the way it does the math
But it takes me a minute to explain sales tax
I can solve your problem with a very simple ask
just buy more stuff

Come on girl just go and throw up your hands
Scientifically engineered to make you wanna dance
Our exploitation of the teenage market's quite advanced

Hot Topic

Got down on my knees, and prayed to god
Make me a scene queen, and make me hot
He looked down at me with those undead eyes

And all he fucking gave me was an eating disorder and a caffeine addiction

I can feel it in my chest
Maybe I just need some rest
But if this is for the best
Thoughts in my head I detest 

Anything I could ever want's at my fingertips
But does it even matter if my life is meaningless? 

I feel it rotting away like I'm a zombie
I feel it crushing me like...

I sit here wasting my life away every sunday
Waiting here hoping I'll get to paradise someday 
But what's the point if it all can get taken away? 
If Jesus rose from the dead then isn't he a zombie? 

Post-apocalyptic they prophesize the end of days
Sinners go to hell where they get devoured by the flames
Still I can't see what any of this shit has to do with me
Why should I listen to the mumblings of a zombie

BAD MAN, BAD MAN 
CAN'T YOU SMELL THE DEATH, MAN?
LIMPING FORWARD, REACHING OUT
I TREMBLE AS THE DEAD STAND 

CHRIST IS BORN AGAIN TODAY
BUT THROUGH SOME DEMONIC WAY
CAREFUL CHILDREN RUN AWAY
YOUR SAVIOUR'S COME TO EAT YOUR BRAINS

If only I knew what happens to me after death
Inside my casket covered in rhinestones and zebra print
Have all these conflicting messages gone to my head?
Lying all alone at 2 am in my bed

Is there just nothing at all that comes after this?
Exhale my final breath and subsequently cease to exist
Spirits, ghosts, reincarnation or something else that I missed
All things considered thank fuck thank I'm an aethiest

If Jesus Rose From The Dead Does That Make Him A Zombie

Oh fuck is this thing on?
Alright we're on the air let's get this thing started people come on

Hello, may I have your attention
Let me show you something that will change your perception
Tune out the radio, incomprehension
Don't open your eyes as we travel dimensions

Listen up this is your captain speaking
Broadcast the melodies you find intriguing 
Do not believe everything that you're seeing
DONT INTERRUPT ME WHILE IM SPEAKING

1, 2
3, 4
Leave your shitty attitudes at the door

5, 6
7, 8
Disregard their comments haters gonna hate

(LETS GO)

1, 2, 3, 4 
Get your ass out on the floor
5, 6, 7, 8
Make them fucking beg for more

(COME ON)

1, 2, 3, 4
Allow me to demonstrate
5, 6, 7, 8
This is my mandate

Intro (Mandate)

You wanna run your mouth but I’m not listening you see? 
You fucking haters all just jealous wishing you were me
“Your hair looks silly kid, your outfit sucks” I disagree 
I know you’re insecure, your comments never phase me

You can't control, it's physical
Ethereal, you'll never know
Just feel the flow, and take it slow
And let it grow, you'll never know

Run your mouth, but you're just bluffing
That's okay 'cause we're above it
No need to be mad at us
Just because we're fabulous

You wanna run that by me again?
You wanna run that by me again?
You wanna run that by me again?
I can't hear you

Running your mouth like a track star
Working your lips like a porn star
I know you wanna be the center of attention
Never mind me, I'm screen time retention 
Eyes on me like your locked to my presence
I decree you get out of my presence
We don't need wannabees
We have VIPs
Not your rosy knees
Out of detention 
I'm the birthday queen of the crunkcore scene
And you know Darling don't give a fuck about you 
I'm the dead-eyed dream of every caffeine fiend
Who dances harder when my lyrics are about you
Hear that beat below?
That 808 in your soul?
That's me finger blasting your girl
Hear what she needs you for?
Just for the rent and the Coors
She comes to me for the sex and the vodka
She likes my hair and my jeans
The flavor of my pussy and the songs that I scream Oh
In all your jealousy
You talk shit to me
And I'm just left here like

Speak Up! (feat. Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3)

hiii it's Dart Darling
uh im like super busy now cause I'm dead or whatever
leave a message after the beep

Uprooting upheaving the rot rot
Cause were all dolled up and we're hot hot
We're DOA in a Mercedes-Benz
We're a landfill barbie, biohazard kens
It's the lastest craze on the boulevard
You walk up to the cliffs and jump right off
Reanimations just titillating
And I know you love these titties ladies

We smell like viva, tequila, formaldehyde
We like makeup and shopping and suicide
Cheerleader eater in the back of a hearse ride
Put your hands up for the Dead Girl party life
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN

We decked out in couture -ture
And we know how you always want more more
I heard from a birdy living under your skin
About the way that you watch and you're dreaming of sin
I've got something of a calling from a higher power
To make whores from the tops of radio towers
And if you're hearing this my signal's reached to you
Cause I want you to dance like the way I do

Put your tits to the front and your ass to the back
Your provocation is a two front attack
You get lost in the music till you're all but gone
And you never come back, you're dumb by dawn
I know that you wish that you were like me
So cmon babe join my horde, my zombies
The party don't start till we walk in
So you better stay close if you wanna get in

We smell like viva, tequila, formaldehyde
We like makeup and shopping and suicide
Cheerleader eater in the back of a hearse ride
Put your hands up for the Dead Girl party life
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN

dead girls have more fun
dead girls have more fun
(laughter)
it's gotta be something like that, hold on...
WE DON'T WANNA THINK WE WANNA TRASH THIS BITCH
AND WE DON'T WANNA TALK YOU CAN SUCK THIS DICK
WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK WE GIVE CRUNKCORE SNOBS
SOMETHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT AND POLISH FOR THEIR KNOBS
ART IS DEAD AND IM THE ONE WHO KILLED HER
FOR MARKETING PURPOSES I HIT HER WITH MY CAR
WE DON'T WANNA THINK WE WANNA TRASH THIS BITCH
AND WE DON'T WANNA TALK YOU CAN SUCK THIS DICK
WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK WE GIVE CRUNKCORE SNOBS
SOMETHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT AND POLISH FOR THEIR KNOBS
ART IS DEAD AND IM THE ONE WHO KILLED HER
FOR MARKETING PURPOSES I HIT HER WITH MY CAR
ART IS DEAD AND IM THE ONE WHO KILLED HER
ART IS DEAD AND DARLING FUCKING KILLED HER

We smell like viva, tequila, formaldehyde
We like makeup and shopping and suicide
Cheerleader eater in the back of a hearse ride
Put your hands up for the Dead Girl party life
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN
DEAD GIRLS HAVE MORE FUN

Crunk's UnDead?

Dead Girls Have More Fun

Crunkcore n other scene shiz. I'm still new to SoundCloud and music production so any feedback is appreciated :P

Seventeen (We Made It)

Maya Malice

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