Blood On The Dance Floor
Blood On The Dance Floor - Fuck The Rest, We The Best songtekst
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Smelling blood, chopping hoes, I'm gonna bring it lock and load Hello there, I'm Dr. Evil, got more tricks than Evil Knievel Shark attack, guess who's back? It's Vanity, now lick my sack Not afraid; not to change, I keep it real so rock the stage I should come with a warning label, piss me off, I become unstable Steel cage; Undertaker, throw you down through 50 tables Bang, bang, shot you down, go Uma Thurma up in this bitch Revenge is best served cold, taking it back, we'll be your wish D-G-A-F, Learn it cause a fight, bitch Nam, bam, fam, damn, knock you down til you can't stand Damn, I'm killing it, damn right, I'm feeling it I'll split this floor, I'll let you know that haters motivate me I admittedly will annihilate their innoncency We shot ahead to see, I'm your momma's new facial cream Na-Na-Na-Na, Bat-Man, I ain't afraid of you, man My warnings are not a test, I eat bitches like you for breakfast Fuck the rest, we the best Fuck the rest... For the win; I'm killing it Ain't nobody stopping me Fuck the rest, we the best Fuck the rest... Undefeated; world's top Ain't nobody stopping us I'm trying to be okay with what you didn't create Don't cover my face and make stupid mistakes Your only mark is gonna be on the side walk Your body on the block outlined in white chalk You better learn to crawl before you can walk I'm coming at you fast, I'm just having a mock See how far you get around the cell block You think you're hardcore, it's just drawn on by the rock Bloody nose, busted lips, broken ribs, broken hips Full sleeves and no tits, bruised eyes and loose clits Fuck the number; can't stand, 2 dicks and 1 fist Stuffed into the roof, guess who? It's Jayy, bitch Fuck the rest, we the best Fuck the rest... For the win; I'm killing it Ain't nobody stopping me Fuck the rest, we the best Fuck the rest... S-G-T-C Til the very death of me Stick it to you with the middle finger, Beat your ass on Jerry Springer What the fuck do you know about this? What the fuck, can't handle my dick I cut my self and bleed to death, Got your girlfriend on my dick and neck Yes, yes on the bed, real deal, hold and slam Fuck you til you cannot feel, This is how we keep it real I'm gonna Kanye, Taylor Swift your ass, Smoke you like you're a bag of grass I'm gonna p-p-poke your face, Leave you with my sweet little taste I had to do the gaga-rama, bama, oh oh lala Fuck the rest, we the best Fuck the rest... For the win; I'm killing it Ain't nobody stopping me Fuck the rest, we the best Fuck the rest... S-G-T-C Til the very death of me Fuck the rest, we the best