So am I still waiting For this world to stop hating Can't find a good reason Can't find hope to believe in So tell me what would you say I'd say its up, to me Drop Drop dead a bullet to my head Your words are like a gun in hand You can't change the state of

(Drop Drop dead) Look at you You're some kind of fine Boy, you know Nobody even come close Be my sweetie Be my honey tonight

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

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

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

This brutal love Drop-dead hideous How low is this brutal love Bitters and soda Anguish and shame The modern fool Something for my troubled mind

Someday you’re gonna be the only one you’ve got Anklebiters You fall in love with yourself Why you want a piece of what I need? Just stop to drop drop dead Why do you care what people think? Are you hooked up to the leash You know, anklebiters

Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up We'll keep them panties droppin' Everywhere I go Bitches always know That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show That Charlie Scene got a weenie

Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up We'll keep them panties droppin' Everywhere I go Bitches always know That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show That Charlie Scene got a weenie

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)