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Blood On The Dance Floor Designed To Kill


Cheezy weezy
Pumpkin peezey
My name is
Duh duh deezy
I'll get you crunk of the heezy
I like them sluts that are easy
I'm chilling with my breezy
She makes me feel so easy
She keeps it really sleazy
It gives me the heeby geebiez
Oh woody good lorday
I'm bout to pop up some f..cking model
She knows she just cant have it
But cheatings just her habit
I know shes problamatic
I wana fix her habits
I give into her thrills
As she sinks into kill

Everytime you look at me
Piercing through the lights
I feel your breathe
I feel yourself
it tairs me up inside
To know that you've got issues
and it kills me instantly
To see you with them other guys
Could be the death of me

Your 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

Designed to kill
designed to kill

f..cking bitches
the mother f..cking bitches
The shit talking hoes
That don't even f..cking know what
f..ck 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 this
all this ill shit
vomit so atomic
Make me wanna vomit bitch
Vanity mix a little bit of ecstacy
Makes you wana love me
Makes you wana f..ck me

Everytime you look at me
piercing through the lights
I feel your breathe
I feel yourself
And it tears me up inside
To know that you've got issues
And it kills me instantly
To see you with them other guys
could be the death of me

Your 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 look at me
Piercing through the lights
I feel your breathe
I feel yourself
and it tears me up inside
To know that you've got issues
And it kills me instantly
to see you with those other guys
could be the death of me

You're just like a pill
Designed to kill
everything you do
Messes with me
Smothering me
Poison goes down
Im on the ground dying
Just like a pill
Designed to kill



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