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Music

GO CRAZY GO STUPID
GET CRUNK AND PUT YOUR HIPS INTO IT

It's that bitch
Dart Darling
And you've seen me, 
I'm the scene queen of darkness

And ironically erotically of heartless
Skinny bitches that'll eat out ur heart

And I heard that you wanted a track list
Full of crunk and not that summertime sadness
So scene kid summer droppin crap hits
My mic cracks harder than my Lux kit 

Doing shit for the nostalgia 
Grainy pics like underwater
A Dsi in a dirty mirror
A Razr camera ain't never been clearer
But it's clear to me we need a refresh
A vacation, day-trip, and a new dress
Bust out some glitter and let's regress
Let's party it down and play some Cash Cash

We've been too damn hot in the too damn cold
Wearing shutter shades in the great indoors
Doing our homework like we're lame and old
Our youth is for fun but we're stuck in the mold
But this summer is different; I can smell it in the air
The suns a disco, wanna be out there
Pour me a cup and set the volume to blare
Lets get drunk and play The Millionaires

(again but screaming)

We've been too damn hot in the too damn cold
Wearing shutter shades in the great indoors
Doing our homework like we're lame and old
Our youth is for fun but we're stuck in the mold
But this summer is different; I can smell it in the air
The suns a disco, wanna be out there
Pour me a cup and set the volume to blare
Lets get drunk and play The Millionaires

Sc3n3 K1d Summ3r XP

Death Star Black

[tysm to Reagan for featuring!!]

Say you heard about a party?
And not to tell nobody
You said you're sneaking out?
And got no driving buddy

I got my license half a year ago and what now?
Guess I'm the asshole with the car, we're driving downtown

Lights up
Buckle your seatbelts 
Air is stuffy
Roll down the windows 

You're drunk
I'm going crazy 
I'll keep my composure
I'm just the driver

I'll be your trip-sitter-go-getter
Your snack and drink filler
Never would you reconsider
I drive, I'm not bitter

You've got the keys to my heart, but you keep crashing the car
I'll call your number sometime, but we wont get very far

Now there's a bump in the road, I think we just killed a man
He wore a hat and a scowl, I'll drive as fast as I can

I have a license, it doesn't say my name
I'll watch it burn, yeah, I'll toss it in the flame
I never knew a girl like me could be ashamed
I never thought a juggalo could be so lame

Designated Driver (ft. RammySaturn)

Dot Dot Tronic (feat. Brokencyde & Rockstar)

Lyrics -> "Stop The Hate, 
Congradulate
You Know My Name! 
So Eat Some Cake :D
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!

Chorus:

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

Verse two:

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 DANGEROUS!

Chorus:

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

Bridge:
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!

Chorus:

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"

Blood On The DanceFloor - Bitches Get Stitches

Oh you just caught the feelings
Baby I gotta go
I got no time for love
I just wanna get my dick sucked
I’m ghosting outie 5000
All that pussy I’ll be drowning
It’s going down in the DM
And going up in my pants
Lemme get a pikachu
Squirtel on your jiggly puff
I want you
Beat it
Fuck it
Suck it
Till I bust a nut
And When I Get It Off
I Wanna get some more
Your interchangeable
on to my next whore



I wanna see your boobies
Go ahead and take it off
I wanna see you naked
So we can have some fun

We live such fragile lives
Nobody has to know
Low key my little secret
No screenshots on my hoes

Life's more fun
when you live in the moment
snap me a nude
send me sum enjoyment

Oh you caught the feelings
I got no time for love
You can call it Ghosting
I’m just down to fuck

Down
Down Down
DOWN
DOWN DOWN
Down
Down Down
I'M DOWN TO FUCK!

Guess you can call me Casper
You just won't call me boo
My plan to hit it quit it Fuck you
and then I'm through
Oh you thought you were special
I think your really dumb
You wanna say I love you
I want you to make me cum
DTF let's get right on that
Play a game I'll give you some
Screenshots of your credit card
Pussy pics are premi- YUM
No you can't be my side bitch
That's what all my friends are for Abracadabra poof I'm out
You're a toy and nothing more

Life’s More fun
when you live in the moment
So grab your titays
haunt it
flaunt it
and you own it
S-E-N-D-
N-U-D-E-S
Get off through a picture
Let’s practice safe sex
Peekaboo dis dick
you can call it magic TRICK
I’m the ghost with the most
Cum yum like french toast
Grade A when I roast
Just that good I can boast
Like a thief in the night
Poof gone out of sight

Oh you caught the feelings
I got no time for love
You can call it Ghosting
I’m just down to fuck

Kawaii Monster

8/11/2017

Buy Now!

Blood On the Dance Floor - Ghosting

Sleeping with sirens - stomach tied in knots

Sleeping With Sirens - Do It Now, Remember It Later 

Blood on The Dance Floor

Blood On The Dance Floor - I Cant Get Enuff

"Keys To The Bakery"

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!

pop lock
make em stop
haters block
and snitches rock
yo pass me the cup
ill drink till
i throw up
throw your damn hands up
everybody get up
girl 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 i got the keys
to the bakery
i'm so fresh to death
i'm so fresh to death
im always fresh to deathhhh

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 KATRINAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

cuddle leads to trouble
when your up in my bubble
i dont chase em
i replace em
stackin hoes
like dominoes
make a rumor
sense of humor
entertain with my life
make me popular over night
to be famous ((is so nice))

Bringin It Back!!!!

drop it like its hot!
drop it like its hot!
drop pop make em stop
snitches what! snitches not!

drop it like its hot!
drop it like its hot!
drop pop make em stop
snitches what! snitches not!

reeses pieces butter cup
mess with me
ill fuck you up
throw em up
throw em up
this is how we party up
she licked it like a lolli pop
dont stop till u hit the spot
O! BABY! O BABY!
you got me crazy or maybe
get (((smashed)))
lets dance'
if you got the chance
its the feelings
im feelings
the things shes
got me believing
shes gunna start
gunna kick up my heart
i cant stop
until i pop
OMG
OMG
theres danger on the SPOT
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 flows!
Got The Diamonds that glow
we be poppin champaign
like we won the damn game

I'm so fresh i got the keys
to the bakery
i'm so fresh i i got the keys
to the bakery
i'm so fresh to death
i'm so fresh to death
im always fresh to deathhhh

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 KATRINAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Ding! Ding!
I Got The Keys
To The Bakery
ahhhhhhhh
So Fresh

Keys to the Bakery

"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

Bonus track only on the original 2008 & 2009 CDs

It's Hard To Be A Diamond In A Rhinestone World

Lawlz

Compilation of the 2009 EPs and Singles 'I Scream, I Scream', 'OMFG Sneak Peak', 'Extended Play', and 'Designed to Kill'.

Blood On The DanceFloor - Bitches Get Stitches

Dahvie Vanity

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