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

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

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

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

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

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

Hot Topic

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)

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)

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

[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)

FuckMyLife

Will Never Die

Da House Party

So Scene

Nixxas Need to Learn How to Spell!

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.

Transylvanian Concubine (Rasputina Cover) (Bonus Track)

Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3

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