J Bigga is a Singer, Songwriter and Producer from Las Vegas. This is the first track off his EP 'Closed On Sunday' released in 2008

J Bigga - Miley Cyrus Is A Lesbian

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

Got down on my knees, and prayed to god
Make me a scene queen, and make me hot
He looked down at me with those undead eyes

And all he fucking gave me was an eating disorder and a caffeine addiction

I can feel it in my chest
Maybe I just need some rest
But if this is for the best
Thoughts in my head I detest 

Anything I could ever want's at my fingertips
But does it even matter if my life is meaningless? 

I feel it rotting away like I'm a zombie
I feel it crushing me like...

I sit here wasting my life away every sunday
Waiting here hoping I'll get to paradise someday 
But what's the point if it all can get taken away? 
If Jesus rose from the dead then isn't he a zombie? 

Post-apocalyptic they prophesize the end of days
Sinners go to hell where they get devoured by the flames
Still I can't see what any of this shit has to do with me
Why should I listen to the mumblings of a zombie

BAD MAN, BAD MAN 
CAN'T YOU SMELL THE DEATH, MAN?
LIMPING FORWARD, REACHING OUT
I TREMBLE AS THE DEAD STAND 

CHRIST IS BORN AGAIN TODAY
BUT THROUGH SOME DEMONIC WAY
CAREFUL CHILDREN RUN AWAY
YOUR SAVIOUR'S COME TO EAT YOUR BRAINS

If only I knew what happens to me after death
Inside my casket covered in rhinestones and zebra print
Have all these conflicting messages gone to my head?
Lying all alone at 2 am in my bed

Is there just nothing at all that comes after this?
Exhale my final breath and subsequently cease to exist
Spirits, ghosts, reincarnation or something else that I missed
All things considered thank fuck thank I'm an aethiest

If Jesus Rose From The Dead Does That Make Him A Zombie

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

4 Covers. It's called Barely Covered cause it's covers and on the cover I'm like. You know.


Ho my god
She is such a slut

What a slut
What a slut

S-L-U-T, slut. S-L-U-T, slut

Everywhere she goes, she’s in skanky-ass clothes
Everybody knows she’s a slut
That ho ain’t got no class
All the guys just want some ass
They don’t even have to ask, ‘cause she’s a slut
Look at how she moves her body, so promiscuous and naughty
She’s a slut. She’s a slut
She keeps acting like a tramp
I guess she doesn’t give a damn, ‘cause she’s a slut
She’s a slut

S-L-U-T, S-L-U-T. Why does she have to be such an S-L-U-T?
S-L-U-T, slut. She’s a slut
S-L-U-T, slut. She’s a slut

She’s actin’ like she’s all, but she’s just a booty call
Some plastic blow-up doll. What a slut!
She’s a slut
You better stop her while you can
I saw her rubbin’ on your man
You need to break that bitch’s hand, ‘cause she’s a slut
(That's what's up!)

Look at how she moves her body, so promiscuous and naughty
She’s a slut. She’s a slut
She keeps acting like a tramp. I guess she doesn’t give a damn, ‘cause she’s a slut
She’s a slut
S-L-U-T, S-L-U-T. Why does she have to be such an S-L-U-T?
S-L-U-T, slut. She’s a slut
S-L-U-T, slut. She’s a slut

S-L-U-T, S-L-U-T, S-L-U-T. Slut. She’s a slut
What would you do if I acted like that? Acted like that? Acted like that?
What would you think if I dressed like her? Dressed like her? Dressed like her?
What would you say if I talked like this? Talked like this? Talked like this?

S-L-U-T, slut. What a slut!
(What a fucking whore)

Look at how she moves her body, so promiscuous and naughty
She’s a slut. She’s a slut (S-L-U-T slut)
She keeps acting like a tramp. I guess she doesn’t give a damn, ‘cause she’s a slut
She’s a slut

Look at how she moves her body, so promiscuous and naughty
She’s a slut. She’s a slut (S-L-U-T slut)
She keeps acting like a tramp. I guess she doesn’t give a damn, ‘cause she’s a slut
She’s a slut

That's whats up!

Her hair looks like shit

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Originally Performed By Scotty Vanity 

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Barely Covered

Slut (Scotty Vanity Cover)

4 Covers. It's called Barely Covered cause it's covers and on the cover I'm like. You know.

Hey you, hey you
Devil's little sister
Listening to your
Twisted transistor

Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
The wind is coming through
Can't get enough

A lonely life
Where no one understands you
But don't give up
Because the music do
Music do, music do
(Do) (Do) (Because the-)
Music do, music do
(Do) (Do) 

Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you
Forever preaching
Fuck you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor

Hey you, hey you
Finally, you get it
The world ain't fair
Eat you if you let it

And as your tears fall on
Your breasts, your dress
Vibrations coming through
You're in a mess

A lonely life
Where no one understands you
But don't give up
Because the music do
Music do, music do
(Do) (Do) (Because the-)
Music do, music do
(Do) (Do) 

Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you
Forever preaching
Fuck you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor

Na na nana na na
Music do, music do
Na na nana na na
Music do, music do
Na na nana na na
Music do, music do
Na na nana na na

Hey you, hey you
This won't hurt a bit
(This won't hurt a bit, this won't hurt)
Says who, says who
Anesthetize this bitch
(Anesthetize this bitch, anesthetize)
Just let me be
Between you and me, don't fit

Music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you
Forever preaching
Fuck you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor

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Originally Performed by Korn
Originally Written by Reginald Arvizu, Jonathan Howsman Davis, James Christian Shaffer, David Randall Silveria, Graham Edwards, Scott Spock, Lauren Christy

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Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/E7iW1
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Twisted Transistor (Korn Cover)

Taylor Swift - wildest dreams (doubting Peter EDIT)

arps2sodom

4 U (V3 WIP M.1)

Inject Me Sweetly (feat Jeffree Star)

Let's Start A Riot! (Chinese Reissue)

I Can't Get Enuff

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.

For Inquiries, email me at dart.darling@aol.com

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

Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3