the loving dead We love, we love even in death We are, we are the loving dead We love, we love even in death We are, we are the loving dead We love,
t see, here i lay, so wide awake, what is outside? through these closed eyes. so this is just another way for me, to get myself to see, the other side
You seem content, with the words, you hide behind. You speak them loud you speak them clear, when you're alone. Over time it's gotten worse when you
lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash registers shit their draws Think you spit the raw, I'm an uncut slab of beef Laying on your kitchen floor Other
scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my love
on fire - like your ass on fire Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - I'll light your ass on
get down on the floor (On the floor) Get that money, honey, act like you know (Like you know) Mama, I like how you dance, the way you fit in them pants Enter the floor
re off two cars speedin' deep in the night I'm doin' 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike For Jasmine Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
OOOOOH!) Yea something like that, but it depends on the swing of the baseball bat get some on da counter make the Plates fall Back On the floor she
that other pricks hot Ill drink gasoline and eat a lit match Fore I sit back and let em get hot Better call the cops on em quick fast Shadys right back on
Like, namebelts, got the fronts in Alfa Romeo's Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole I play on niggas like stop and go And tell the other
I'm figgida like a fire don't fan it The mind of a mad man seen through the windows of my eyes Dance or die (you are) (dead) (hit man) You don't wanna dance
fuck chief simmons and his drunk ass clique and every other rock band that stole my shit we real juggalo's with the dead we dance and i'll kick your
I'm Jay, I make up the trey Now check out the dance that I display It's called the pause A new thing on the dance floor First you move, then you stop
seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rolling Hold on Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's going on Like that Like that Cold on a mission so fall on
your ass on the dance floor You lazy bitch in order to bring the bread cream in I got to keep them heads ringin' You trip and you's a dead demon No spread
what I'm sayin? (Oh, gots to have that there) Bro, ghetto got me crazy (I feed them children) Dead, I'm on the run (Huh, bro?) nut I gotta gun Man, me and Dead
