Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Girls Don't Say No, artist - Kung Fu Vampire. Album song Dead Sexy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mad Insanity
Song language: English
Dead Girls Don't Say No |
I don’t care if your friends think i’m a joke |
You can see me on the news wearing a cloak |
While you snort coke |
And poke at your own wounds |
My people are dancin |
To the beat of there own tune |
And im on the moon |
Looking at mars from across the room |
And hes like «kill that bitch |
Oh wait she’s already dead» |
She ain’t a snitch no more |
Stainin the ground red |
You know that i found-ed |
And begin to pound it |
And the hoe that i have mounted |
Even in the ground i really can’t help it |
Im a little bit selfish |
So i brought her along im helpless |
Was it everything you expected you get when injected with embalming fluid |
Guts resurected |
Here goes the errection |
The acension of 666 |
For the devil bitch |
7 for the heaven when i got the itch for jesus |
Hate is enough |
My harem only grows when im rough |
Call tech N9ne tell him bout my dead girl stuff |
Ten ways that we can kill this pace |
Ive had enough |
(2x's Chorus) |
Dead girls don’t say |
Dead girls don’t say |
Dead girls don’t say |
NO NO NO |
I butter my toast with the dirt from her blood stream |
Utter no words look up the dress of a blood queen |
Obscene with a canteen spilled |
Keep my canteen filled |
With the marrow of a pharoe as they stamped still |
Embarks on a hole |
Gathering up the body parts slow |
Repo genetic operation on hotties thats cold |
People pay top dollar |
To get hot and bothered |
Now drop wallet |
Animalistic by nature she fiends for the collar |
Around her neck i pound and wreck |
She fiend for a scholar |
Checkin for an answer for the phase she has no mean for the dollar |
I get her wet |
Wait |
Lubricate |
Hold her head so she can watch (?) |
Its saturday night and im tripping she ain’t hit rigor mortis yet |
For this matter im slippin cuz we ain’t hit the border |
Order these things you can’t dream of im hostile |
We’re awful and i still ate her body like a falafel |