Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dead Island , by - Kitty. Release date: 12.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead Island |
| I don’t have an opening, I guess I’ll go ahead |
| I’m Bo Peep, no sheep, just white dresses |
| Red tresses and white laundry |
| I sing a song to my zombie army, I sing |
| «Who do you voodoo bitch? |
| you can’t harm me |
| Who do you voodoo bitch? |
| you can’t harm me» |
| You can’t charm me, I’m a patrician |
| I’m singin' pounds in the trashcan, Kitty do the dishes |
| Singin' pounds in the trashcan, Kitty do the dishes |
| And I love NY 'cause there’s so many bridges to jump off |
| The backyard’s where you get dumped off |
| Lil' Kim wanna let the hive pump off |
| I just wanna drag you through the marigolds |
| And I just wanna preach you every parable |
| Wiz is black and yellow and I’m white and fuckin' terrible |
| I’m out in rocking chairs in front of Cracker Barrel |
| With a red nose like a character of carols at Christmas |
| I hear «miss Kitty, come here and sniff this» |
| I just wanna be like doom with it |
| I wanna kill a beat and resuscitate it in two minutes |
| No committee of clones to ride cock |
| And say, «LEAVE KITTY ALONE» |
| They’re Chris Crock to me |
| You don’t know why all the boys flock to me? |
| Bitch, draw your eyebrows on then talk to me |
| Draw your eyebrows on then talk to me |
| You don’t know why all the boys flock to me? |
| You don’t know why all the boys flock to me? |
| You don’t know why I get blogged? |
| You’re unable to discern if I’m the wunderkind or underdog |
| So fuck it all, I’m the wonderwall |
| I’m the one to call, I’m a slab of muscle under fat |
| And I’m in battle like a thundercat |
| I’m a thunder kitty, what a shitty little pun |
| But that’s why I need a gun, a gat, or something like that |
| I get bottles thrown at shows a lot |
| And, I think my body needs an otter box |
| I’m hot a lot, I gotta get some otter pops |
| I’m Optimus, I boss around the Autobots |
| And I bounce in my own crowd |
| I need to get the fuck out of my hometown |
| And I bounce in my own crowd, bounce in my own crowd |
| Bounce bitch, bounce bounce |
| Bounce in my own crowd, bounce in my own crowd |
| Bounce bitch, bounce bounce |
| Unable to discern if I’m the wunderkind or underdog |
| So fuck it all, I’m the wonderwall |
| I’m the one to call, I’m a slab of muscle under fat |
| And I’m in battle like a thundercat |
| Unable to discern if I’m the wunderkind or underdog |
| So fuck it all, I’m the wonderwall |