Wake Up bitch, c'mon and get your ass out of bed
we're going out I found a show on the internet

It's some band who thinks they're punk, hope it's something good
Never heard of em but fuck it i want something to do

Do my hair and I can do your makeup too
I've got new leggings and my old ass favorite shoes
Put on some glitter and I'm sure they'll notice you
let's Get dressed and blow the roof off your Subaru

oh yeah and you're driving im already drunk

Lets go fucking out tonight!
Let's get fucked up tonight and I
Ain't going fucking home tonight!
We wake with neon lights tonight!

Holy shit look at the sky, what's the fuckin time?
Can't believe that that was good, now it's just midnight
But no one go, I know a place I can get us in
Just crowd like crazy and act like you're all my friends

8 bars of talking

Lets go fucking out tonight!
Let's get fucked up tonight and I
Ain't going fucking home tonight!
We wake with neon lights tonight!
Lets go fucking out tonight!
Let's get fucked up tonight and I
Ain't going fucking home tonight!
We wake with neon lights tonight!


Well oh Well I think it's three Am Again
my makeups ruined and I look like im fucking dead
but for a corpse you know i look pretty fuckin good
lets keep going till we're six feet under foot

Lets go fucking out tonight!
Let's get fucked up tonight and I
Ain't going fucking home tonight!
We wake with neon lights tonight!

WAKEUPBITCH

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

can't hear you through the phone
when she's trying not to moan 
cause ive got those thigh headphones like
la la la la la lala la

when she's screaming my name
back to my bedframe
cause I've got your girlfriend singing like
la la la la la lala la 

You're screaming shit through the phone 
About when she's coming home 
And I just can't let her go like
la la la la la lala la

when she's screaming my name
back to my bedframe
cause I've got your girlfriend singing like
la la la la la lala la 


It's a lowkey kind of night, with sneakers and a tight dress
She's giving me eyes from across the room: she dances to impress
I heard she had a girlfriend, but that's really not my business
So I'll buy her a drink I think I might've peaked her interest


I take her to my bed
Her face is all red
She's pinker than my Zebra Print bedspread

Don't even lock the door
My shirt is on the floor
She's telling me she wants me and I think I want her more 

Don't be too loud but don't be shy
Just close your eyes and come inside 

You know I really just wanted to apologize to you
Cause I know you really thought you had something special with this girl 
And I'm feeling kinda bad about it

But then I remember 
How often she complains about you
And I suddenly don't feel bad anymore

And like maybe it's super petty
To write a song
To tell you I banged your girlfriend 

But I really couldn't think of a better 
Or funnier way to do it so
Count this as my formal apology 
Sorry not sorry

Darling

Banging ur gf 4K

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)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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


MYSPACE WHORE!!! feat. Maya Malice

I think it's really cool
That you're 25
You drink, do drugs, smoke cigarettes
You're old enough to drive
You pick me up, take me out
Say you wanna make me shout
You say you wanna take a trip inside, but
I'm just sixteen (wai-wai-wai-wait, what?)
I'm just sixteen (oh my God, are you serious?)
I'm just sixteen (wait, that can't be true)
And if you try anything funny, you're gonna go to jail
You say you love my body
You think that I'm a hottie
You love the way I rock
Wanna beat me with your cock
When we're kissing at my mom's
Sometimes you try and feel my thong
But you know that it's wrong
I don't want your dirty talk 'cause
I'm just sixteen (wai-wai-wai-wait, what?)
I'm just sixteen (oh my God, are you serious?)
I'm just sixteen (wait, that can't be true)
And if you try anything funny, you're gonna go to jail
I'm just sixteen (ha-ha)
I'm just sixteen (fucker)
I'm just sixteen (you like that bitch?)
And if you try anything funny, you're gonna go to jail
I don't even have a license
I don't even have a license
I don't even have a license
I'm just sixteen (wai-wai-wai-wait, what?)
I'm just sixteen (oh my God, are you serious?)
I'm just sixteen (wait, that can't be true)
And if you try anything funny, you're gonna go to jail
I'm just sixteen (ha-ha)
I'm just sixteen (fucker)
I'm just sixteen (you like that bitch?)
And if you try anything funny, you're gonna go to jail

Scene Sixteen

Sixteen (Ayesha Erotica Cover)

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

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

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

Drink Drink Dance! (Do Not Die)

So Scene

Nixxas Need to Learn How to Spell!

Third studio album, plus the instrumentals released in the later, digital-only 'deluxe edition'.

Epic (Deluxe Edition)

Sugar Rush

Fourth studio album, including the single "La Petite Morte" and "Can't Have What I Got" from the God's Paparazzi album '333 Mixtape'.

All the Rage! (Deluxe Edition)

Yo, Ho

Hi I'm Dart I'm a scene kid who loves crunkcore and hates quality control. It's free to download my shit but it's funnier if you pirate it. I wanna see my bullshit on Limewire.

Banging ur gf 4K

Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3

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