Drop Dead

Bitch, I fuckin' love when I See that body drop Bob to the knock 'till my heartbeat stop Stomp on the stage 'till The fuckin' earth shake Headbang to the bass 'till My neck bones break Bitch, I'll throw down 'till My line go flat and if you hit my line Know I might call back If I got time and yo' ass ain't wack I've been tryin' to get my Damn life on track I've been drinkin' vodka out of Snapple with the glass I've been cuttin' ties with my Friends from the past I've been sippin' wine out of Solo cups So roll those up motherfucker, let's chill Live a life like mine, got time to kill I don't give a fuck about no record deal I don't give a fuck about no promotion See me movin' in slow motion I don't really feel much emotion I don't really see no commotion G-checkin' online, that's L-A-M-E Four letters that separate us I cannot associate, please stay away Bitch, you don't know a thing about me Fakes don't fuck with me They fuck with who fuck with me Don't fuck with who fuck with me But trust me That's something I think we've begun to see Don't fuck with who fuck with me Fuck with who fuck with me --- Drop Dead - OmenXIII