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