Death to Your Heart - Blood On The Dance Floor

Let’s goooooo.

Oh noooo.

Can’t stop the tickles.

They call me dr.

giggles.

It’s o-o-o-off the chizzle

Fo' shizzle dizzle

I’m bangin' with the b-o-t-o-dizzle

With wiffles

'cause i dribble like i’m rubbing on nipples.

Gotta get out the pickle

Make it rain with the ripples.

Let my candy rum trickle

Get you buzzed with double triples.

Getting head in, rentals

Avoiding the parentals.

This is ghetto, plain and simple

With the down beat tempo.

Oh, no.

They be hatin' us.

'cause we’re glamorous.

They be hatin' us.

'cause i’m fabulous.

Can’t stop me once i’ve started,

Baby, got me retarded.

Don’t phunk-phunk-phunk-phunk

With my heart.

Let’s gooooo.

Chorus:

Chop, chop, chop you up.

Ima monster (hah hah hah)

Eat you like a cannibal,

Spit you out like an animal.

(x2)

Slice, slice, slice you up.

Ima monster (hah hah hah)

Cut you up, i’ll slice and dice

Serve you up as cold as ice.

(x2)

Go 'head girl, shake that butt.

Make me freakin' bust a nut.

Crank that music,

Let’s get wasted, super *uhn.

Guess what, honey.

i’m a freak.

I’m a freak inside the sheets.

Rough, tough, naughty nurse.

Rip it up, now make it hurt.

Don’t stop, get it, get it!

Last for hours, not for minutes.

Open wide for my surprise,

Scratch and blow for your grand prize.

Smear it on your plastic face,

Leave you with a sweeter taste.

Super soaker on your chest,

Let it drip down on your breast.

Let’s goooooo.

(chorus)

Haters make me famous (x5)