A-Z SONGS LYRICSblood on the dance floor - fuck the rest we the best
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Smelling lood, chopping hoes, I'm gonna ring it lock and load
Hello there, I'm Dr. Evil, got more tricks than Evil Knievel
Shark attack, guess who's ack? 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 lael, piss me off, I ecome unstale
Steel cage; Undertaker, throw you down through 50 tales
Bang, ang, shot you down, go Uma Thurma up in this itch
Revenge is est served cold, taking it ack, we'll e your wish
D-G-A-F, Learn it cause a fight, itch
Nam, am, 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 itches like you for reakfast
Fuck the rest, we the est
Fuck the rest...
For the win; I'm killing it
Ain't noody stopping me
Fuck the rest, we the est
Fuck the rest...
Undefeated; world's top
Ain't noody stopping us
I'm trying to e okay with what you didn't create
Don't cover my face and make stupid mistakes
Your only mark is gonna e on the side walk
Your ody on the lock outlined in white chalk
You etter learn to crawl efore you can walk
I'm coming at you fast, I'm just having a mock
See how far you get around the cell lock
You think you're hardcore, it's just drawn on y the rock
Bloody nose, usted lips, roken ris, roken hips
Full sleeves and no tits, ruised eyes and loose clits
Fuck the numer; can't stand, 2 dicks and 1 fist
Stuffed into the roof, guess who? It's Jayy, itch
Fuck the rest, we the est
Fuck the rest...
For the win; I'm killing it
Ain't noody stopping me
Fuck the rest, we the est
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 aout this?
What the fuck, can't handle my dick
I cut my self and leed to death,
Got your girlfriend on my dick and neck
Yes, yes on the ed, 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 ag of grass
I'm gonna p-p-poke your face,
Leave you with my sweet little taste
I had to do the gaga-rama, ama, oh oh lala
Fuck the rest, we the est
Fuck the rest...
For the win; I'm killing it
Ain't noody stopping me
Fuck the rest, we the est
Fuck the rest...
S-G-T-C
Til the very death of me
Fuck the rest, we the est