Lyrics Blood On The Dance Floor – Lawlz
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Yeah I’m girly bitch, fucking eat my fists
I’m sick of your shit and I’m fighting back
And I’m stabbing your bone like a voltron attack
Ow ow, fuck yeah bitch feel my pow
All my life I’ve been lied to and deprived too
Never had it fair, always had to fight through
This is for every fucking abused kid
To any motherfucker about to motherfucking losed it
Just stop praying, now it’s my fucking turn
Dancing on your grave, partying up in raves
Been fucked up for two god damn days
«Oh my god dude, I just had to call the ambulance for you»
Yeah motherfucking run through
Got the load, now let’s ride boo
I just killed Dahvie now I’m Mr. Vanity
He’s in the dancefloor, fucking orgasm sanity
Going to club I’m screaming «lawlz!»
On the dancefloor just shake that ground
I’ll hit you with a fucking pow
You’ll be crying, ow ow ow
x2
Yeah boy, we be drinking rounds
Yeah boy, we be drinking rounds
Yeah boy, we be drinking rounds
Yeah boy, we be drinking rounds and I can’t stop
Danger, danger that’s a fucked up stranger
This fucker must be an outerosed nigga
Hey man, aren’t you that dude from that one band?
No bitch, get the fuck away, don’t make me fucking kick your ass today
I don’t care what I say, I just take my mic and just spray
If you don’t like my lyrics, suck my dick!
I always had to clean myself, it’s not good for my health
Woops! Oops! I shouldn’t say that, fuck that
I’m a scene sick scientist loading on your girlfriends tits
Look, I’m young, I’m thug, I just don’t give a fuck
So I took your girl, she gave me a good suck
Sorry hehe, he’s got a nice peepee
Got the love, it’s funny how things work out
So let’s jump to the song, everyone sing along
Go grab your bongs, wave your bras and shake your thongs
Going to club I’m screaming «lawlz!»
On the dancefloor just shake that ground
I’ll hit you with a fucking pow
You’ll be crying, ow ow ow
x4
Getting my hair done at sexy parties
Grab me a bitch and a bottle of Bacardi
Getting my hair done at sexy parties
Grab me a bitch and a bottle of Bacardi
x4
Going to club I’m screaming «lawlz!»
On the dancefloor just shake that ground
I’ll hit you with a fucking pow
You’ll be crying, ow ow ow
x4