my autograph I write nobody and then I wrap myself up in my woolly coat And I blind him with my pen 'Cause someone must have stuck something in my drink Every thing's
'd see, maybe then live my life. I'll find my way home, there's no need for you to say you love me anymore. I'll face the facts, It's not my will to
a nigga got locked, yeah You brought me clean drawers and socks On the dance floor, tried to sneak in some top It's like my pen be the heart, ink be the blood
off Get this shit wild like thugs from up north Fights in the crowd, the shots'll jump off Body's on the floor, blood on the dance floor Get stuck at
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance dance forever with the devil on a cold
the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance
t waste mine Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time Lookin' at death, holdin' your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood and Moet
men crazy The boys are back in town You know the chick that used to dance a lot Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got Man when I
love Never so much blood Pulled through my veins, ohh The horror of our love Never so much blood I wake in terror Blackbirds screaming Dark cathedrals spilling Midnight on
, Rooting through my rutabaga, Raiding my arugula and Ripping up my rampion (My champion! My favorite!)- I should have laid a spell on him Right there
Dance floor's dangerous Packed in like a briefcase Rhythm with real rough rhyme Beats with deep bass Girls with tight pants Maybe they might dance Tonight if the Rs on
paying for pleasure Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team Long on the suine, DVD's on the screen Blowing on
dance Don't always think I'm tryin' to get in your pants 'Cause see me, my pimpin's in 3D I'm takin' you places you only see on TV (Hey) Tryin' to show
couple beers, get my funky on the dance floor Go to a policeman's Xmas party Gonna have a good time for the rest of my life There's cops on the ceiling
D peezy I died for these tickets, it wasnt easy They cost me my soul Somebody said the reapers the DJ Pitch dark is the dance floor and deadly the seeway
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell
in town) The boys are back in town (The boys are back in) You know that chick that used to dance a lot Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what
I put it down She recognize me from my video and all my shows I told her it's my dance and this is how it goes I gets busy, gets busy on the one I came to party just to show you how it's