| Showed up in a red stretch hearse full of vampires
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| Blood red rims straight rolling on flat tires
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| Screeching to a halt sparks spitting at the paparazzi
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| Reload your flash bulbs for the dead bodies
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| Seven bitches and human abominations
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| Lined up behind the velvet rope waving they invitations
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| One by one they all pile in, find they seat and wait for the ceremony to begin
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| And when the lights fall, it’s just like night fall
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| Unable to see a single thing in front of your eyeballs
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| All you can hear is the screech from the audience
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| As the victims up in the pits get robbed of they innocence
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| Shit, I love the terror I’m in VIP
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| With these vampire bitches taking hits of mutant ecstacy
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| Spill the blood, the torch is lit
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| Compared to the Monster’s Ball your bash ain’t shit
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| Now who wanna go to the ball (I DO)
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| The wicked ass monster’s ball (THAT'S WHO)
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| Tell me who wanna go to the ball (I DO)
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| The horror’s been here right here just for you
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| The suit’s ready, my super skin is made of dead hooker ho’s
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| Tattoos still in tact, bitch take a look at those
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| I showed up the dead woke when I pulled up
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| Walked the bloody red carpet, behind me it rolled up
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| Checked my name at the gates bitch, I’m Veedy Peezy
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| I died for these tickets, it wasn’t easy
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| It cost me my soul, somebody said the reaper’s the DJ
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| Pitch black is the dance floor, A deadly see way
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| Creatures and hotties, people stepping over dead bodies
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| Demons above pissing fire on the party
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| Give me a triple shot of snake blood, two times
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| A ceremony of freaks and creeps and blew minds
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| Somebodies eyeball landed in my drink, I chugged it
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| Cause in this place we all ugly kid
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| Spill the blood, cause if the torch is lit
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| Compared to monster’s ball, your bash ain’t shit
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| I pulled up in a pickup truck with warewolves
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| Came out leaning on a cane made of deer hooves
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| I’m covered in blood and holding a grudge
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| Against these motherfuckers from who I am constantly judged
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| We down in homie, tonight’s the night
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| We all come together and celebrate the end of your life
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| Awarded for the evil, and spite
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| Inaugerated for the demonic sanity portrayed when I write
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| How can I say it, I’m just so elated to be here
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| Paparazzi flashing they pictures wish they would leave here
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| Carpet covered in carnage and red like licorice
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| And every step you take you keep hearing the blood squish
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| I just saw this chick who was missing her cheek, chin & her lip
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| Handing out free drinks and cigarettes
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| It must be starting the torches are being lit
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| The monster’s ball is the shit and your ass ain’t invited biotch
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| My arm extended elbow bent, ho’s can’t ignore
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| Clutching to the pass stone pimp glass across the floor
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| Floating everywhere, it’s sheer elegance
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| Five years expired still scrubbing, still late for rate
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| Make a hole in the dance floor it’s time for rug
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| Cutting my bitch booty up and I’m cee walking
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| Secret hand shaking, straight teen wolfing
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| Grabbing titties that feel like drips of pudding
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| But you gotta love it, it’s invite only
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| Checking my neck for vampire bites on me
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| Can’t get the fucking hustle started though
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| Come on man there’s less limbs missing on Vietnam Veterans
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| I saw Doctor Jeckel spiking the punch with fermeldahyde
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| Doubled down and got smacked by Mister Hyde
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| Without an invite, motherfucker don’t come
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| Monster’s Ball’s in your mouth get the FUCK ON |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monsters Ball, artist - Twiztid. Album song Independence Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп