Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Kinda Party, artist - Dark Lotus. Album song The Mud, Water, Air and Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
My Kinda Party |
| Party til I black out, that’s how I do |
| So when I wake up in the morning bloody, that’s my excuse |
| It’s like a scavenger hunt, finding all the body parts |
| Piece 'em all back together neatly, that’s when the fun starts |
| I’m a motherfucking Juggalo, deep in my DNA |
| Raising fools from the dead P.A.R.K |
| With a handful of who know what straight to the dome |
| Fuck pennies doin' brain race from home to home |
| You bitches! |
| Anybody wanna get another way to make em want his head |
| Make em really wanna die today and find a way |
| To take another bite but I gotta start grinds away |
| Have 'em all over the house, and they never gonna figure it out |
| And if some-body, ever go like we, really nobody underground |
| I just wanna go town to town |
| I ain’t got nothing but murder on the mind |
| And a face with a frown, now everybody in this bitch get down |
| I ain’t never, have never, will ever, not sever |
| My endeavors of murdering all of my party guests |
| Murder! |
| Death! |
| My kind of party |
| Fuck! |
| You! |
| That’s how I roll |
| Living! |
| Dead! |
| My kind of army |
| Dark! |
| Lotus! |
| Out of control |
| Get it started with an axe to the forehead |
| Blood flowin' everywhere another motherfucker dead |
| Take his brains out, get to munchin' |
| Like a luncheon, fuck assumptions |
| I am the cannibal on the hunt |
| And the party ain’t startin' til I’m gettin' some |
| Blood on my tongue, flesh in my teeth |
| I cut the fat off, get the beat |
| Another sacrifice gotta feed this appetite |
| Lotus party and I’mma do it right |
| Get your hands up for the brethren |
| Party startin', where you headin'? |
| To the plot like panties spreadin' |
| Rise the deady, come on buddy |
| I’m killin' like Jason, my machetes swinging fast now |
| Hacked so many bodies, I’m tired I’m finna pass out |
| Gotta shake it off with a jumping jack |
| Gotta limber up quick, fast cat like reflex |
| Swift like a ninja disappear then I’ll reappear |
| Only for a second, long enough to chop necks |
| Dark Lotus and we’re back in this bitch |
| Like a size 12 belt on a 50 inch waist |
| So tired in this motherfucker deep like uppers |
| With enough room just to paint our face |
| Five petals with the thirst for blood |
| And we straight from swamp and we’re looking to rock shit |
| My kinda party with an axe in one hand |
| Machete in the other, box cutter in my pocket |
| Dragonfly wings on my back Lotus sign in the sky |
| I sit up on a mountain sippin' rock and rye |
| I got sap in my blood goo and a swamp under water |
| Minutes after my seed hatched, learned how to slaughter |
| Crystal ball shatters if you seek out the (Lotus) |
| Tarot cards catch fire, we know your desire |
| Stare at us in disgust, your skull will combust |
| Ka-boom! |
| Forever Dark Lotus! |