Blood On The Dance Floor lyrics : "Fuck the Rest, We the Best"
*instrumental*
Smelling blood, Chopping hoes, I'm gonna bring it lock and load
Hello there, I'm Dr. Evil, Got more tricks than Evil Knievel
Shark attack, Guess who's back? It's Vanity, Now lick my sack
Not afraid; Not to change, I keep it real so rock the stage
I should come with a warning label, Piss me off, I become unstable
Steel cage; Undertaker, Throw you down through 50 tables
Bang, Bang, Shot you down, Go Uma Thurma; Up in this (*##$
Revenge is best served cold, Taking it back, We'll be your wish
D-G-A-F, Learn it cause effect, (*##$
Nam, Bam, Fam, Damn, Knock you down til you can't stand
Damn, I am killing it, Damn, I am feeling it
I'll split this floor, I'll let you know that hater's motivate me
I admittedly will annihilate their idiocy
We shot ahead to see, I'm your momma's new facial cream
Na-Na-Na-Na, Bat-Man, I ain't afraid of you, Man
My warning's are not a test, I eat (*##$es like you for breakfast
$#&@ the rest, We the best
$#&@ the rest...
For the win; I'm killing it
Ain't nobody stopping me
$#&@ the rest, We the best
$#&@ the rest...
Undefeated; World's top
Ain't nobody stopping us
Don't try to replicate what you didn't create
Don't copy my face and make stupid mistakes
Your only mark is gonna be on the side walk
Your body on the block outlined in white chalk
You better learn to crawl before you can walk
I'm coming at you fast as you're stepping it up
See how far you get around the cell block
You think you're hardcore, It's just drawn on by the rock
Bloody nose, Busted lips, Smoking wrist, Broken hips
Full sleeves and no tits, Bruised eyes and loose !@$%s
$#&@ the number; Can't stand, 2 drinks and 1 fist
Stuffed into the roof, Guess who? It's Jayy, (*##$
$#&@ the rest, We the best
$#&@ the rest...
For the win; I'm killing it
Ain't nobody stopping me
$#&@ the rest, We the best
$#&@ the rest...
S-G-T-C
Til the very death of me
Stick it to you with the middle finger, Beat your $$# on Jerry Springer
What the $#&@ do you know about this? What the $#&@, Can't handle my dick
I cut my self and bleed to death, Got your girlfriend on my dick and neck
Yes, Yes on the bed, Real deal, Hold and slam
$#&@ you til you cannot feel, This is how we keep it real
I'm gonna Kanye Taylor Swift your $$#, Smoke you like you're a bag of grass
I'm gonna p-p-poke your face, Leave you with my sweet little taste
I had to do the gaga-rama, Obama, Oh Oh lala
*instrumental*
$#&@ the rest, We the best
$#&@ the rest...
For the win; I'm killing it
Ain't nobody stopping me
$#&@ the rest, We the best
$#&@ the rest...
S-G-T-C
Til the very death of me
$#&@ the rest, We the best
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