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letra de clubbed to death – blood on the dance floor

clubbed to death
(feat. haley rose)

[x3]
fame, fame, fame, fame.
s-x, s-x, s-x, s-x.
dance, dance, dance, dance.
death, death, death death.

fame, fame, fame, fame.
s-x, s-x, s-x, s-x.
dance, dance, dance, dance.
clubbed to death.

f-u-c-k y-o-u, to all you hatin’ b-tches that don’t have a f-cking clue.
l-o-v-e y-o-u, to all my friends who had my back, my slash gash terror crew.
beautiful, young, f-cked up, and trashy.
drinking fighting and keeping it cl-ssy.
synthetic rock stars of the generation.
surgeon general’s warning violation.
dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
i am but a beast, dancing’s how i feed.
beat that p-ssy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

bang that beat into my head.
pound until i’m f-cking dead.
take away my last dying breath.
music’s got me clubbed to death.

stop you with a whomp whomp.
eat you like a chain chomp.
keep it blunt.
stab a c-nt.
you’re the prey, i am the hunt.
rape your ears, f-ck your brains.
d-ck’s gonna make it rain.
make a living, on making love.
and i don’t give a single f-ck!

bang that beat into my head.
pound it ’til i’m f-cking dead.
the sound takes my last breath.
music’s got me clubbed to death!

b-b-bang that b-beat, into my head.
m-m-music’s got me clubbed to death.
music’s got me clubbed to death.

f-u-c-k y-o-u, to all you hatin’ b-tches that don’t have a f-cking clue.
l-o-v-e y-o-u, to all my friends who had my back, my slash gash terror crew.
beautiful, young, f-cked up, and trashy.
drinking fighting and keeping it cl-ssy.
synthetic rock stars of the generation.
surgeon general’s warning violation.
dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
i am but a beast, dancing’s how i feed.
beat that p-ssy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

ha! ha! ha! i am a monster!
i’m gunna fry you like a lobster!
sh-t your pants and die mother f-cker!
it’s a joyride b-tch, and i’m the trucker!

take down!
the posers and the wannabes,
feel my boot grindin’ into your skull.
it’s nothing now but a freak show m-ssacre.
gather round kids, and enjoy the show.

drinking, fame, and dirty dancing.
fame and dance and death.
you’re giving up when getting down.
you just don’t give a sh-t.
no!

- letras de blood on the dance floor