| Let’s goooooo.
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| Oh noooo.
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| Can’t stop the tickles.
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| They call me dr. |
| giggles.
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| It’s o-o-o-off the chizzle
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| Fo' shizzle dizzle
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| I’m bangin' with the b-o-t-o-dizzle
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| With wiffles
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| 'cause i dribble like i’m rubbing on nipples.
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| Gotta get out the pickle
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| Make it rain with the ripples.
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| Let my candy rum trickle
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| Get you buzzed with double triples.
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| Getting head in, rentals
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| Avoiding the parentals.
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| This is ghetto, plain and simple
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| With the down beat tempo.
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| Oh, no.
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| They be hatin' us.
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| 'cause we’re glamorous.
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| They be hatin' us.
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| 'cause i’m fabulous.
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| Can’t stop me once i’ve started,
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| Baby, got me retarded.
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| Don’t phunk-phunk-phunk-phunk
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| With my heart.
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| Let’s gooooo.
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| Chorus:
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| Chop, chop, chop you up.
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| Ima monster (hah hah hah)
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| Eat you like a cannibal,
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| Spit you out like an animal. |
| (x2)
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| Slice, slice, slice you up.
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| Ima monster (hah hah hah)
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| Cut you up, i’ll slice and dice
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| Serve you up as cold as ice. |
| (x2)
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| Go 'head girl, shake that butt.
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| Make me freakin' bust a nut.
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| Crank that music,
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| Let’s get wasted, super *uhn.
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| Guess what, honey. |
| i’m a freak.
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| I’m a freak inside the sheets.
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| Rough, tough, naughty nurse.
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| Rip it up, now make it hurt.
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| Don’t stop, get it, get it!
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| Last for hours, not for minutes.
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| Open wide for my surprise,
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| Scratch and blow for your grand prize.
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| Smear it on your plastic face,
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| Leave you with a sweeter taste.
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| Super soaker on your chest,
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| Let it drip down on your breast.
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| Let’s goooooo.
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| (chorus)
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| Haters make me famous (x5) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Death to Your Heart , by - Blood On The Dance Floor. Song from the album Epic, in the genre Электроника