I really enjoyed this album. Not a single meh track

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)

Getting a license to leave where we are
And I'm standing outside of an non-carding bar
And I'm cold in the street but I'm hot for your card
Like the wind whistling like the boys from the yard

And it's almost 11; but I don't care
My sunglasses at night they block out all the stares
And you're watching along to my every move
I'm the girl from your math class without a curfew

Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
In the left turn lane
Going like eighty
We can go craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Just a bit dangerous
Live like we're famous
Burn like we're heinous
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)

My truck named Elvira
We drive from the fire
Like embers we're brighter
In our black than you in your pastels
Velvet seat liners
Dirty bed liners 
Runny eyeliner
Motel 6 is our oblique castle
We're cocaine royals
Blonde out of foils
We roll up to spoil
Cause rotten beauty starts to smell
Live monster high doll
Dead girl couture all
Jet set and bridal
Living life like stories not to tell

Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
In the left turn lane
Going like eighty
We can go craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Just a bit dangerous
Live like we're famous
Burn like we're heinous
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)

It's past 1am I'm starting to feel a breeze 
I can't feel my body and I've forgotten how to breathe
Give me a hit and I'll try to remain upright
Give me a drink cause I'm planning on upping all night

Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
In the left turn lane
Going like eighty
We can go craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Just a bit dangerous
Live like we're famous
Burn like we're heinous
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG) 

It's 3:34 and I'm completely numb to the breeze
I can't feel my body and I forgotten how to breathe
Give me a hand cause I fear I can't take anymore
Je suis désolé pour ma morte mais c'est fille morte couture

Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
In the left turn lane
Going like eighty
We can go craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Just a bit dangerous
Live like we're famous
Burn like we're heinous
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)

No Curfew

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

Old Hollywood Lightshow (Like Melissa Marie)

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

Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace 


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

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

Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Maya Malice

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)

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

Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace

MYSPACE WHORE!!! (feat. Maya Malice) (Album Version)

We got vodka and the party
(You bring redbull and barcardi)
You get tipsy we'll get naughty
(We play music you bring shawties)

Wake up at 3pm
Still drunk, a little sloppy, get dressed, and then
Text your friend's list
Tell em they're a party on
If they get their ass down to shopping mall

Buy clothes and perfume you would never buy
Cause we're sneaking in to a college tonight
Get your padded bra just a size too small
You'll thank me later in a shitty bathroom stall

We got vodka and the party
(You bring redbull and barcardi)
You get tipsy we'll get naughty
(We play music you bring shawties)

(D) Run into someone that you recognize
(M) Omg I didn't think I would see you tonight
(D) Your lipstick's smeared, girl what're you on?
(M) Jetlag and nothing but the party's on
(M) Our shades match, bitch you look so cute!
(D) So do you girl but where is the booze?
(M) Out in the back they've got beer pong
(D) Let's play a round but wait! This is my song!

(M) 50 drunk people in a dancing throng
(D) Watch all the girls with the skirts and the thongs
(M) THE CROWD'S TOO LOUD, YOU GOTTA SPEAK LOUDER
(D) I'M IN THE RHYTHM  AND DEAF TO SOUND OF
(M) 50 drunk people in a dancing throng
(D) Watch all the girls with the skirts and the thongs
(M) THE CROWD'S TOO LOUD, YOU GOTTA SCREAM LOUDER
(D) I'M IN THE RHYTHM AND THIS IS THE SOUND OF

(D) We got vodka and the party
(M) (WE BRING REDBULL AND BACARDI)
(D) You get tipsy we'll get naughty
(M) (PLAY YOUR MUSIC SING IT SHAWDY)
(D) We got vodka and the party
(M) (WE BRING REDBULL AND BACARDI)
(D) You get tipsy we'll get naughty
(M) (PLAY YOUR MUSIC SCREAM IT SHAWDY)

(D) We'll get fucking lit tonight
Go until the morning light
(M) Baby girl you can't deny
Pour those shots let the sparks ignite
(D) We'll get fucking lit tonight
(M) (YEAH WE'LL NEVER HIT THE SAC)
(TILT THOSE FUCKING BOTTLES BACK)
(M) Baby girl you can't deny 
(RUSHING OF ADRENALINE)
(GIVE YA GIRL A HEART ATTACK)

College Party (feat. Maya Malice)

"Hold on a second, I gotta call maya."
"Ugh omg pick up pick up pick up"
"hello?"
"Oh yeah, you. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, yeah we were gonna do those songs together?"
"Dart, darling, I'm really busy today, I'm actually late for the illegal baby street fight? I have to make sure Little Timmy wins or I'm gonna be down fifty bucks."
"Oh. Well. That sounds. That sounds really fun."
"Yeah, it is, guess that's why you weren't invited."
"Oh. That's not nice." 
"Yeah well get fucked."
"Okay. Are you gonna sing the song?"
"...yeah sure hold on" 
"Jesus fucking christ"

A phone call, with Maya Malice (Skit)

I walk in 
She's standing
Just parallel to the 
bar from the stage

My setlist
Is missing
It's in her hand
And she's kissing the page 

Her dress is
Fluorescent
She's hard to miss
Cause they move out her way

She's looking
VIP
Drinks with the bands
And she comes to me to say

Oh honey
Your fame
Is alluring
Wanna play?
Your money
My dress
She games
For cash!

I talk a lot
Bout rockstars
But to be honest
I'm new to the game

Respect your
Good hustle
But I don't have 
The wallet for this

Can show ya
A good time 
If you're still interested
In that date

Drink cheap wine
And pasta
If that can satisfy
Expensive taste

My worth lies
In eating
Something a bit southern 
Of your face 

Dressing rooms
No soundproof
We can fuck here
You can call it a "date"

At venues
With seating
Four hundred people
We're making them wait

You hear them?
Inpatient
But lucky you
Cause you've made the top 8

Oh honey! 
No shame
Top volume!
They can hear you sing!
On my tongue
Up your dress
Money Shots
No cash!

Oh honey! 
No shame
Top volume!
They can hear you sing!
On my tongue
Up your dress
Money Shots
No cash!

The mirrors over there
So you can watch and stare
At what I do to you you
Money hungry gold digger
The mirrors over there
So you can watch and stare
At what I do to you you
Money hungry gold digger
The mirrors over there
So you can watch and stare
At what I do to you you
Money hungry gold digger


Oh honey
Your fame
Is alluring
Wanna play?
Your money
My dress
She games
For cash!

Oh honey! 
No shame
Top volume!
They can hear you sing!
On my tongue
Up your dress
Moneyshots
No cash!

Oh Honey Bless Your Heart

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

HEY EVERYBODY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING CLUB TONIGHT!
THE DJS FRIENDS ARE HERE SO WE GON DO IT ALL NIGHT
BE CAREFUL IF YOU DARE CAUSE CRAZY BITCHES WILL BITE
LET'S MAKE A RIOT OF THIS DANCEFLOOR SET THIS SHIT ALIGHT

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!!! (Album Version)

Throw fucks up to the sky
Get tipsy you and I
Get frisky don't be shy
DGAF-ing til I die

Been a fucked up fucking week but you've heard it all before
I'm pulling out eyelashes waking up on bathroom floors
I'm trying not puke and you're standing at my door
But if we're going out, here's how I am gonna roll

Throw fucks up to the sky
Get tipsy you and I
Get frisky don't be shy
DGAF-ing til I die

Were keeping shit going cause tonight we're going hard
I'm dancing up on people like I flunked from Julliard
This little heartbreaker's got my number on a card
Let's keep this show going this depravity is art

Throw fucks up to the sky
Get tipsy you and I
Get frisky don't be shy
DGAF-ing til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die

(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) I'm stealing your booze and I'm stealing your bitch
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) You don't need both I know you're filthy fucking rich
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) I'm getting her off while you take off on your yacht 
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) And somehow she's wetter than your filthy fucking yacht
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) I'm stealing your booze and I'm stealing your bitch
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) You don't need both I know you're filthy fucking rich
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) I'm getting her off while you take off on your yacht 
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) And somehow she's wetter than your filthy fucking yacht

Throw fucks up to the sky
Get tipsy you and I
Get frisky don't be shy
DGAF-ing til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die

D.G.A.F.T.I.D.

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)

The parties dead
The parties gone
The parties passed out in its vomit in the lawn
See the photos?
See the trends?
All things colorful have come to an end
Take your clothes off
Rip to shreds
I refuse that scene is on it's death bed
Grab 4Loko
Get a grip
Take a shot cause I think you're gonna need it

We're haunting this whole place tonight
Where the scene kids rot and the dogs fight
If you listen we howl up toward the moon
We're party animals I'll try not to bite you
We're haunting this whole place tonight
It ain't much but we had it in our short life
Crunk's dead, crunk's gone but we're still here
I guess there's something left behind when we don't fear

Where's Melissa? Where's Se7en?
Where is Dot Dot Curve when you need them?
Where's the crunk? 808s?
Where is heaven when there isn't any myspace?
It's with Korra, and Kira, and Keila
It's with Maya and the mandate that you hear
It's the Roxxers who are kickin to Xtina
We're the freedom that instills a kind of fear

Don't you wish you had glamour like us?
Where were corpses, glittering with rust?
Picture this on your damned For You Page
Death comes cause we're too fabulous
Don't you wish you were more interesting?
Less of beige and blue color dust?
Pinterest me for your aesthetic webpage
Dark Dart, Dart Darling, look me up

We're haunting this whole place tonight
Where the scene kids rot and the dogs fight
If you listen we howl up toward the moon
We're party animals I'll try not to bite you
We're haunting this whole place tonight
It ain't much but we had it in our short life
Crunk's dead, crunk's gone but we're still here
I guess there's something left behind when we don't fear

This is cuntcore crunkcore
Scratching at your front door
We live like kings without paradise

This is fuck doll mess -core
Dead girl fucking couture
We fuck like it's going outta style

We're haunting this whole place tonight
Where the scene kids rot and the dogs fight
If you listen we howl up toward the moon
We're party animals I'll try not to bite you
We're haunting this whole place tonight
It ain't much but we had it in our short life
Crunk's dead, crunk's gone but we're still here
I guess there's something left behind when we don't fear
ABOUT THIS TRACK

Fun fact, this was a track that I scrapped from Scene Sixteen because I couldn't think of any lyrics.
CREDITS

My Friend Max gets a writing credit on this because he was the one to think of "cuntcore". Here's to you Maxwell.

Creators Mentioned (In order):
Korra Rain: https://on.soundcloud.com/mfQcY
Kirā キラー : https://on.soundcloud.com/tSv8n
xX_KeilaKreepz_Xx: https://on.soundcloud.com/JU4Nr
Maya Malice: https://on.soundcloud.com/YN4cZ
Candi Roxx: https://on.soundcloud.com/sgoj6

Please go listen to all of these wonderful musicians keeping the scene alive online!!!!

Crunk's UnDead?

Okay Fine, Maybe Crunk's a Little Dead

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.

D.G.A.F.T.I.D.

Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3

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