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

Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it

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)

I don't know why she love me but she do I don't know why she love me like she do I don't know why she love me but it's true She's drop drop dead beautiful Smart as a whip when she's in school All the boys love her, yeah, it's true One, two, three She's full

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

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

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

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm

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