Blood On The Dance Floor
Blood On The Dance Floor - Designed To Kill (Version Two) lyrics
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Cheezy weezy Pumpkin peezy My name is Du-De Deezy I'll get you crunk on the heezy I like them sluts they're easy I'm chilling with my breezy She makes me feel so easy She keeps it really sleazy It gives me the heebie-jeebies Go on it good lordie I'm about to pop up some fucking models She knows she just can't have it But cheatings just her habit I know she's problematic I want to fix her habits I give into her thrills As she sinks into kill Everytime you talk to me You never speak the truth I taste your rage I feel your stare It'll be the death of you You're just like a pill Designed to kill Everything you do Messes with me Smothering me Poison goes down I'm on the ground dying Just like a pill Designed to kill I feel good I feel numb I feel High OHHHHH OH! Woah fucking fucking Fucking bitches The mother fucking bitches The shit talking hoes That don't even fucking know what Fuck the drama Save it for Obama I don't give a shit Cause your gonna get your karma What what I'm so sick of it All this I'll shit Vomit so atomic Make me wanna vomit bitch Vanity mix a little bit of ecstasy Makes you wanna love me Makes you wanna fuck me bitch Every time you look at me I wanna make you bleed I hate your lies I want your blood Why won't you ever see You're just like a pill Designed to kill Everything you do Messes with me Smothering me Poison goes down I'm on the ground dying Just like a pill Designed to kill Everytime you talk to me You never speak the truth I taste your rage I feel your stare It'll be the death of you Every time you look at me I wanna make you bleed I hate your lies I want your blood Why won't you ever see You're just like a pill Designed to kill Everything you do Messes with me Smothering me Poison goes down I'm on the ground dying Just like a pill Designed to kill