Drop Drop dead beauties Stompin' up a storm Lines of Hell on our face Bruised bad apples Crawling through the night Busted loose runaway Always always Thrill without a motive

I know what it is You know that you want it, baby When the night is through, will I still be loving you? Drop Drop dead legs, pretty smile, Hurts my head, gets me wild Dig that steam, giant butt, Makes me scream, I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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