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

I've heard a secret that I've got to tell you
About the feeling and color that compells you
About rhythm and the shake of the beat
About the perfume making you move your feet 

It's something magical and floating through the air
It's in the speakers and the floorboards and the glitter in your hair
Victoria will freak when I put this on the air 

The dancefloor magic is a mist tonight
Feel the tension fade and flow with the lights
It's overflowing she's a drug all right
But I can feel it 
And I can feel you 
So crank up on the floor like it'll kill you 

Need something lacey with a bombshell fit
Need something catchy for a crunkcore hit
I need something iconic that you will wanna wear
Need fucking hot topic to fix there fucking wares

And I need an explosion in popularity
I need some exposure but I don't give shit for free
So play me at your parties, like I'm Kesha the Queen
But fuck it I'm still emo, sorry SDC 

The dancefloor magic is a mist tonight
Feel the tension fade and flow with the lights
It's overflowing she's a drug all right
But I can feel it 
And I can feel you 
So crank up on the floor like it'll kill you 

Holy shit I'm dizzy I think I might throw up
But holy shit I'm pretty Let's floor it fabulous
I think I'm getting sicker there's poison in our air
But let's get there quicker; you're a match and I'm a flare

We're mutual destruction, nothing let for us there
All we have is a dancefloor and the suffocating air
I'm calling out for help; I'm trapped in a snare
But you're all caught up in the drums and the snare

Holy shit I'm dizzy I think I might throw up
But holy shit I'm pretty Let's floor it fabulous
I think I'm getting sicker there's poison in our air
But let's get there quicker; you're a match and I'm a flare

We're mutual destruction, nothing let for us there
All we have is a dancefloor and the suffocating air
I'm calling out for help; I'm trapped in a snare
But you're all caught up in the drums and the snare

I Know Victoria's Secret So Blast It On The Radio

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

Oh oh oh-woah oh! Oh-oh oh oh!

I look so cute and pink!
I'm at your door I think
But this is not a standard love letter delivery!
I'm a greeting feline missionary

Hello Kitty has come to your front lawn!
We're here to tell you bout miracles that she has done
Like did you know she created all colors?
When she was born and destroyed the world on accident

We're sure to you that that sounds a bit violent
In your suburban 3 bedroom barbie house
With a dog and two and a half daughters
But we assure you! She's harmless when not ticked off

Hello Kitty will come to your front lawn!
She will compel you to look cute and do her bidding
Like us kittens, for we represent her
Thirst for expansion and rhinestoning all you love

Sing with us as we sing all her praises!
Oh oh oh-woah oh! Oh-oh oh oh!

Hello Kitty is god and I love her!
She'll love you too for the low low price of one human soul!
Hello Kitty I love and adore her!
She'll love you too if you smile bright and buy all her merch 
Oh oh oh-woah oh! Oh-oh oh oh!
La la lala, la la la, buy all her merch
Oh oh oh-woah oh! Oh-oh oh oh!
La la lala, la la la, buy all her merch

We have pamphlets if you are interested 
Please be interested
Your soul's style is at risk for damnation (That's right)
Really really real damnation 
Your color vision is thanks to Hello Kitty (Mhmm. that's true actually)
Thank her because they're so pretty
We have pamphlets if you are interested 
Please please please please
Please Please Please be interested 

Hello Kitty is god and I love her!
She'll love you too for the low low price of one human soul!
Hello Kitty I love and adore her!
She'll love you too if you smile bright and buy all her merch 
Oh oh oh-woah oh! Oh-oh oh oh!
La la lala, la la la, buy all her merch
Oh oh oh-woah oh! Oh-oh oh oh!
La la lala, la la la, buy all her merch

Repeat after me kitties!
We are definitely, absolutely, and totally not a cult!
Hello Kitty and all related characters are copyright of Sanrio Incorporated, and the views expressed in this song are not those of Sanrio Incorporated or any other affiliated properties.
Sanrio Incorporated does not share the views of the Church of Latter-day Kitties, and they are not associated in any professional manor
Sanrio Incorporated's lawyers have sent a cease and desist to the Church in question, for infringement of copyrighted material not falling under the category of fair use

Hello Kitty is god and I love her!
She'll love you too for the low low price of one human soul!
Hello Kitty I love and adore her!
She'll love you too if you smile bright and buy all her merch 
Oh oh oh-woah oh! Oh-oh oh oh!
La la lala, la la la, buy all her merch
Oh oh oh-woah oh! Oh-oh oh oh!
La la lala, la la la, buy all her merch

Scene Sixteen

Join my cult to Hello Kitty!

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

Sixteen (Ayesha Erotica Cover)

Sweet Sixteen 
Not so sweet at all
Smells like perfume
And alcohol 

Red lips and 
Cake batter smeared walls
You taste like sugar
And menthols

Who even invited you?
And why didn't you leave when I told you to?
This party scene is new to you
So why, wallflower, did it call to you? 

The music ain't going slow
So hold my hand baby it's a rodeo
It's too much for you and I told you so,
So why didn't you go when I said to go?

Sweet Sixteen 
Not so sweet at all
Smells like perfume
And alcohol 

Wet lips and
Writing on the walls
You taste like shit
This room's too small

I'm way too drunk it's way too hot
You're so damn done I'm so damn not
I'm choking on cupcakes and scotch
You're bittersweet and too damn hot

Who even invited you?
And why didn't you leave when I told you to?
This party scene is new to you
So why, wallflower, did it call to you? 

The music ain't going slow
So hold my hand baby it's a rodeo
It's too much for you and I told you so,
So why didn't you go when I said to go?

SCENE SIXTEEN
GET FREAKY
GET DRESSED UP 
DRESSED DOWN KINKY
SCENE SIXTEEN
COME SAVE ME
ORGANZA NIGHTMARE
HATE ME

Take pictures with me
And play me on your radio
The speakers thumping
The bass is getting real low

Your eyes are on me
It's a hypnotic kinda show
Take pictures of me
And play me on your radio

I turn heads not recognition but in interest
I am trendsetting but I put myself on Pinterest
Glamorous addiction to attention im delicate
But only from behind, to the front, you're irrelevant

Bold, brash, and flashy, I'm catching your eye
Cold cash and backstreets, in fast cars I drive
I know the owner so let me inside
I'm a celebrity let me inside 

Take pictures with me
And play me on your radio
The speakers thumping
The bass is getting real low

Your eyes are on me
It's a hypnotic kinda show
Take pictures of me
And play me on your radio

Desperate un-famous
You know you hate us!
Sickly and dying
Why are you trying?

Antidisestablishmentarianism
Eloquently reading I write and you listen
Hopelessly underground supernova star
Punching the clock all while raising the bar

Insomniac poet I write 'stead of sleeping
Anarchist maniacs scream 'stead of singing
And nothing will ever kill me on the top
Im in -vincible -vulnerable -visible Not

A pawn for you to play in your game
A cash cow hooker to pay for my fame

I make my own songs
I'm a self sufficient art farm
Churning out hits 
That will rot in the chart barn 

Honestly viewership means jack shit to me
The lucky few that hear my words they mean everything to me
I love you, but distance is the making of a popstar
Allergic to authentic, I'm synthetic, Roxie anti Hart

Take pictures with me
And play me on your radio
The speakers thumping
The bass is getting real low

Your eyes are on me
It's a hypnotic kinda show
Take pictures of me
And play me on your radio

Desperate un-famous
You know you hate us!
Sickly and dying
Why are you trying?

I'm a relic of the past
Living breathing in your hands
Dreadfully pretty and attached
To the old decrepit glam

If I were any older you'd know my name
I'd be your teenage dream myspace fame 
And you know how I crave that stage
So get out of my spotlight.

Take pictures with me
And play me on your radio
The speakers thumping
The bass is getting real low

Your eyes are on me
It's a hypnotic kinda show
Take pictures of me
And play me on your radio

Desperate un-famous
You know you hate us!
Sickly and dying
Why are you trying?

Desperate un-famous

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)

It was a classic raver romance
If there's ever such a trope
She was a neon yellow 
Cutie and was showing friends the ropes 

The DJ played a song I hadn't heard
In quite a while
Then BOOM like bass the butterflies
Cause I got to see her smile 

Why's it always butterflies and sweet perfume 
When I'm around you? 
What's it you've always got that makes me go wild,
Like you want me to?
And when you see my face do you feel the same way
That I do

She knew my band my face
We shared the same horrific taste
It was amazing hearing 
All her eclectic habits were mine

This girl could be my bride
We see exactly eye to
I am close to exploding
I've never loved no one this much before

She gave me a bracelet 
With a painted lady charm
She told me it's different from Monarchs
But really I just love to hear her talk

She said PLUR with a kiss
I can still taste her lipstick
And margaritas and the 
Fruity drinks she's helping me to try

Why's it always butterflies and sweet perfume 
When I'm around you? 
What's it you've always got that makes me go wild,
Like you want me to?
And when you see my face do you feel the same way
That I do
Why's it always butterflies in stomachs lined with wine
When I'm around you? 

It's those damn butterflies
I feel so fuckin high 
I can't keep the rhythm going
Steady when my hearts so damn fast

And I know I need to act
Cause girl like ribbon wings you're floating
Just above my desperate empty grasp

Darling you make me sick
You're laugh's parasitic
I can feel you growing on me
With every single fleeting dance

So come here girl
Let's make tonight
The first time of 
A million times

So come here girl
Let's make tonight
The first time of
A thousand times

It's those damn butterflies
We touch and I can fly
So come here girl
Let's make tonight 
The first time of
A thousand times

Why's it always butterflies and sweet perfume 
When I'm around you? 
What's it you've always got that makes me go wild,
Like you want me to?
And when you see my face do you feel the same way
That I do
Why's it always butterflies in stomachs lined with wine
When I'm around you? 

Why's it always butterflies and sweet perfume 
When I'm around you? 
What's it you've always got that makes me go wild,
Like you want me to?
And when you see my face do you feel the same way
That I do
Why's it always butterflies in stomachs lined with wine
When I'm around you?

(im such a fraud i am literally not romantic at all)

Butterflies

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.

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

Cheerleader, I've fucked the town
Check my page for a little dose of jailbait
Hardcore, I get 'em 'round
I'm screaming loud for a little bit of male hate

Underaged girls s-s-smoking in the bathroom
Underaged girls, think skinny, think pretty (Oh)
Underaged girls throwin' up in the bathroom
Oh, you wanna get with me
Oh, you wanna get with me

High school means shit, I'll run away
D-d-dying for the drugs and attention
I know I'm young but I can play
Please tell me what I'm missing in affection
I want the answers but I'll never listen to what you say
'Cause they're never gonna listen to me
I'm just underaged

No hope, I'll be 17 forever
Kiss kiss, suicide on my wishlist
Big city but I'm stuck in the house
Burn it down, I can make the people my bitch

Underaged girls s-s-smoking in the bathroom
Underaged girls, think skinny, think pretty (Oh)
Underaged girls throwin' up in the bathroom
Oh, you wanna get with me
Oh, you wanna get with me

High school means shit, I'll run away
D-d-dying for the drugs and attention
I know I'm young but I can play
Please tell me what I'm missing in affection
I want the answers but I'll never listen to what you say
'Cause they're never gonna listen to me
I'm just underaged

Underaged

High school means shit, I'll run away
D-d-dying for the drugs and attention
I know I'm young but I can play
Please tell me what I'm missing in affection
I want the answers but I'll never listen to what you say
'Cause they're never gonna listen to me
I'm just underaged
High school means shit, I'll run away
D-d-dying for the drugs and attention
I know I'm young but I can play
Please tell me what I'm missing in affection
I want the answers but I'll never listen to what you say
'Cause they're never gonna listen to me
I'm just underaged

Underage

Underage (Ayesha Erotica Cover)

If you want to know how
To fly high then go now
To the place where all the concubines
Meet and converse with them
Marvel at their pale skin
Wonder how they chew with their pointy

Teeth and hair are beauty
They know it's their duty
To be Countess in their hearts and their

Minds that have to whisper
See in them a sister
Look into their eyes and you'll be in

Transylvanian concubine
You know what flows there like wine


Original song written by Melora Creagor
Originally performed by Rasputina

Crunk's UnDead?

Transylvanian Concubine (Rasputina Cover) (Bonus Track)

Exercising hypnotising self relying girl
Welcome to the death defying ending of the world
Put on your dramatic face; give 'pocolypse a whirl
Can't wait for too much longer or there's to nothing live for
But I heard you wanted a little encore
Of our broken and dated performance, and so,
I personally invite you to take a little tour
Of dilapidated cites that we like to call our home

Welcome to the graveyard take a look around
We like our clothing rotting and we like the undead sound
Welcome to the graveyard take a look around
We like to shuffle closer and we sleep under the ground

Infested infected and radium girls
Who like bleaching their hair and bleeding from sores
And who host their own obsessions from the days of older wars
Where our skin was much less green and we knew what the skies were for
Glitter makes us prettier it's plastic and it shines
I swallow it in dilute doses just to spend the time
Who knows what rigor mortis has been doing to my mind?
As long as I look pretty fuck what happens when I die
Glitter makes us prettier it's plastic and it shines
I swallow it in dilute doses just to spend the time
Who knows what rigor mortis has been doing to my mind?
As long as I look pretty fuck what happens when I die

Welcome to the graveyard take a look around
We like our clothing rotting and we like the undead sound
Welcome to the graveyard take a look around
We like to shuffle closer and we sleep under the ground

Closer let us closer cause we're cornering you in
Don't you wanna be a doll rotting from within?
Looking at our melted eyes ain't for the faint of heart
Now dance with us come synchronize we're ready to restart
Closer let us closer cause we're cornering you in
Don't you wanna be a doll rotting from within?
Looking at our melted eyes ain't for the faint of heart
Now dance with us come synchronize we're ready to restart
Mesmerizing autolysizing sympathetic girl
Welcome to the death defying ending of the world
Sorry your mortality's vitality to us
But who needs neurons anyway we'll party till we're dust
Glitter makes us prettier it's plastic and it shines
I swallow it in dilute doses just to spend the time
Who knows what rigor mortis has been doing to my mind?
As long as I look pretty fuck what happens when I die

Welcome to the graveyard take a look around
(As long as I look pretty fuck what happens when i die)
We like our clothing rotting and we like the undead sound
(As long as I look pretty fuck what happens when i die)
Welcome to the graveyard take a look around
(As long as I look pretty fuck what happens when i die)
We like to shuffle closer and we sleep under the ground
(As long as I look pretty fuck what happens when i die)

Hot Zombie Girls In Your Area! (Bonus Track)

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!!!!

Okay Fine, Maybe Crunk's a Little Dead

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

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)

Dart Darling back at it again with the dead girl schtick

We'll be young and stupid forever
We'll be dumb cause it's fun for forever
Here in hell parties don't freeze over
Can't help thinking (I Wish We Were Older)

Cracks break out but the feelings mutual
Breaking down after years stuck in neutral
What am I saying?
This is paradise
Drinks are free cause money don't run afterlives
Meet the band cause we're not unusual
Just been rotting since pre-MJs funeral
Take my hand, not too tight, cause the waters fine
You'll float too if you believe in harmless lies

Cause here in hell I'll be seventeen forever
We'll be drinking till we can't read a letter
We can party and they ain't gonna stop us
Can't be thinking with no brains, try and stop us
We'll be young and stupid forever
We'll be dumb cause it's fun for forever
Here in hell parties don't freeze over
Can't help thinking (I Wish We Were Older)

Step to the plate in your favorite funeral shoes
Show your love with lilies, black and blue
Look around see the way that we come alive
Aren't you proud of mistakes that you try to hide?

Meet the band cause Darling we're so cute
Evens out the looks that feel so cruel
How are you doing?
Have we done too much?
That's how I know that you aren't one of us

Strike that chord and paint it black
Can't wait till the vulture birds attack
We went for 10 good fucking years
I hope you missed us baby
(Scream at me and)
We wrote this song for you
Like that makes any difference
(Scream at me)
Hurt me kiss me tease me
Better yet just scream at me and say (Scream at me and say)

Cause here in hell I'll be seventeen forever
We'll be drinking till we can't read a letter
We can party and they ain't gonna stop us
Can't be thinking with no brains, try and stop us
We'll be young and stupid forever
We'll be dumb cause it's fun for forever
Here in hell parties don't freeze over
Can't help thinking (I Wish We Were Older)

Original song by Metro Station
Remix and new lyrics by Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3

Wish We Were Older

Happy Friday the 13th and Happy Halloween!

(Don't touch him! Touch him and I kill you)
(You can't kill me; I'm not alive)

There is a theory bout
Where we go when we die
That the Catholics pedal
With the spirits in the sky
But I think hot girls;
We never really die
Through our processes our consciousness will be online
Hot Girls Never Die
Dead Girls Online
Can't kill me; im not alive
Hot Girls Never Die 

Part of the synthesizer lives in my head
Where the speakers out the graveyard stay raising the dead
"Dart Darling! Crunk's UnDead?"
Bet you never heard of her
Bet you'll never be like them

I am part of the machine that makes you move your feet
I am each and every one of you beholden to the queen
I am the queen
I am the hive minding shuffling
To what we can't observe
For what we are uncovering (I'm whatever you want me to be)

There is a theory about 
Where we go went we die
That there's mockery of
Sins like lust and greed and pride
What would I know? 
I'm just a party girl
I wanna see it when I'm uploaded outside the world
Hot Girls Never Die
Dead Girls Online
Can't kill me; im not alive
Hot Girls Never Die 

Sex Doll
Sensual
It's all Pre-textual
Tell me that you want me babe
Dystopia's so sexual
It's high conceptual
Capitulate susceptible 
Immobilized and silicone
It's anti-intellectual

Buy me trade me sell me use me
Be the thing that you wish you'd be
I can't stand it when you to-ou-o-ouch me
There's errors in my head
You carry me to bed
You cannot kill me if I'm already dead

There is a theory about 
Where we go when we die
That its clean and pure and
Expulsive and deathly white
Modern architecture seems to it pretty well
Think I'm living in a digital teenage hell
Hot Girls Never Die
Dead Girls Online
Can't kill me; im not alive
Hot Girls Never Die 

Just a machine-ine-ine-ine

(01000110 01010101 01000011 01001011 01001101 01000101)
(Zero One Triple zero One One Oh
Zero One Zero One Zero One Zero One
Zero One Triple zero zero One Oh
One oh Zero One Zero One oh
Oh Zero Oh oh One One Zero One
Oh One Triple Zero One Zero One)

SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKIN HEAD
KILL ME KISS ME FUCK ME DEAD
ROTTING BREATHING HEART MACHINE
I AM WHAT REMAINS UNSEEN
SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKIN HEAD
KILL ME KISS ME FUCK ME DEAD
I see fucked up little dreams
I see things that no one else sees

What do you think happens when we die?
(I THINK WE DECOMPOSE I THINK OUR MAMAS CRY)
Wh-wh-what do you see behind our plastic eyes?
(I THINK I SEE THE SUN I WISH THAT I COULD CRY)

Hot Girls Never Die (There is a theory bout where we go when we die)
Dead Girls Online
Can't kill me; im not alive (There is a theory bout where we go when we die)
Hot Girls Never Die 

(Oops! I think your saved game is corrupted. Just kidding!)

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Sampled voice credits (In order):
Ben Lambert
Bryan Dechart
Barbara Weber-Scaff

You can't kill me, I'm not alive

Originally by Ayesha Erotica,
This is a fully rebuild track by me
Someone asked for the track so I post it :P

Underage (Instrumental) (Ayesha Erotica Cover)

Lipgloss and Isopods
Nasty filthy fucking hot
I think you smelled me coming 
But I turned your head, I got
Attention 
Not to mention
My third dimension
Sinew shines from every angle cause I'm
Mangled
The arts been tangled 
Knots of flesh and blood eau du toilette 
President im head exec
When I leave you stumble
I'm the girl you fumble
I'm hot, it earns respect
I'm the worst thing you've ever met

I guess I don't have to get poetic with my lyrics
Cause when I put in effort y'all don't even wanna hear it
I'm writing this tonight and I'll post it by the morning
It's meaningless it's effortless its empty and it's boring
I just put my pretty damn face on the cover
I post shit so on the comments I can hover
Fuck this bullshit I'll delete it in the morning
Its embarrassing, invasive, its sexy it's alluring

(It's disgusting
I'm making you cry
With the way that I am
And how pretty i died
I was a bombshell
What a waste of an ass
To sit in a coffin
Far under the grass)
I
I want you to hear me why
When I say it's okay I know that I lie
But I can't stop my
Selfish little plot lines
Tangling themselves 


You wanna be sexy too?
You can but leave me out of it
What part about this song is screaming
I'm a role model to fit?
I just wanna rot while 
You're watching me bleed
I just wanna captivate
I just wanna sing
It's much too late for singing but it's too early to die
So I'm up on this microphone
I hope you hear me cry
I heard you think that's sexy 
And the comments never lie
I hope that you're still streaming this
I hope in fame I never die

Filthy grimey digital blonde
I'm the girl you think you want
Thank you for playing and please try again
Back in '04 when she died, what they said was-


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Partial Writing Credit to my friend who legitimately thought an Ayesha Erotica song said "Lipgloss and Isopods" for longer than a week.

Filthy Grimey Digital Bombshell

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.

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