Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common Brain dead dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Trainwrecks, sidewalks Playtex, icebox

Never been this close to heaven Got the pretty turned up to eleven Droppin' them dead dead on the dance floor Somebody better call a doctor She's a little heart stopper I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner Sippin' on this seven-seven Dang, girl, look at you

All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in (hold up) Aye, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop drop top, she drop drop dead I pulled up in a drop drop top, she drop drop dead My diamonds dancing hopscotch, they holding hands My

Got a devil's haircut in my mind Somethin's wrong cause my mind is fading, And everywhere I look there's a dead dead end waiting, Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leprous faces Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees

Be drop drop dead cynical Welcome to the new world Open up the gates of paradise So let's get cynical Run into a new maze Open up your minds And soon we'll all I hope to thrill you that expectations rise I want to bring you so that you can compromise

Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead dead, that's why they call him the doctor The Math gon' drop drop him And 50 ain't rocking with him no more It's okay, I get it popping Whole club

I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead dead And they keep on falling (Slaughterhouse yo)

Hut 1 Hut 2 Hut 3 Go! Go on girl let me touch that body Hike up that skirt get naughty You know I like it when you drop drop it low You know I like it when you lose control 'Cause I'm the kind of guy you'd love to be There ain't nobody that could fuck with me