F*ck the Rest, We the Best! Lyrics & Tabs by Blood On the Dance Floor
F*ck the Rest, We the Best!
guitar chords lyrics
Smelling blood,
Chopping hoes,
I'm gonna bring it;
Lock-And-Load...
Hello there,
I'm Dr. Evil,
Got more tricks;
Than Evil Knievel...
Shark attack,
Guess who's back?
It's Vanity;
Now lick my sack...
Not afraid,
Not to change,
I keep it real;
Not afraid,
Not to change,
I keep it real;
So rock the stage...
I should come with a warning label,
Piss me off;
I become unstable.
Steel cage,
Undertaker;
Throw you down through 50 tables...
Bang, Shot you down.
Go Uma Thurma,
Up in this bitch.
Revenge is,
Best served cold;
Taking it back,
Will be your wish...
-D-
-G-
-A-
-F-...
Learn it,
Cause effect;
Bitch.
Nam,
Bam,
Fam,
Damn;
Knock you down 'till you can't stand.
Damn,
Righ, I'm killing.
Damn,
Right, I'm feeling it.
I'll split this floor
I'll let you know.
That hater's motivate me.
I admittedly,
Will annihilate,
Their innoncency;
We shot ahead to see,
I'm your momma's new facial cream.
Na-Na-Na-Na,
Bat-Man;
I ain't afraid of you,
Man...
My warning's are not a test,
I eat bitches like you for breakfast.
Fuck The Rest;...
We The Best...
Fuck The Rest...
For the win,
I'm killing it;
Ain't nobody stopping me...
Fuck The Rest;...
We The Best...
Fuck The Rest...
Undefeated;
World's top;
Ain't nobody stopping us...
We're trying to be okay,
With what you did and engrave.
Don't cover my face,
And make stupid mistakes.
You're only mark,
Is gonna be on the sidewalk,
Your body on the block,
Outlined in white chalk.
You better learn to call,
Before you can walk.
I'm coming at you fast,
I'm just having a mock
See how far you get,
Around the cell block;
You think you're hardcore,
It's just drawn by the rock.
Bloody nose,
Busted lips.
Broken ribs,
Broken hips.
Full sleeves,
And no tits;
Brusied eyes,
And Loose clits.
Up to knuckles,
Can't fit;
2 dicks,
And 1 fist.
Stuffed in,
To the wrist;
Guess who?
It's Jayy,
Bitch...
Fuck The Rest;...
We The Best...
Fuck The Rest...
For the win,
I'm killing it;
Ain't nobody stopping us...
Fuck The Rest;...
We The Best...
Fuck The Rest...
-S-g-T-c-
'Till the very death of me...
Stick it to you,
With the middle finger,
Beat your ass on Jerry Springer.
What the fuck,
Do you know about this?
What the fuck,
Can't handle my dick?
I cut my self,
And bleed to death,
Got your girlfriend,
On my dick and neck.
Yes, On the bed,
Real deal,
Hold and slam!
Fuck you,
'Till you cannot feel,
This is how we keep it real.
I'm gonna Kanye-Taylor Swift your ass,
Smoke you like you're a bag of grass
I'm gonna puff-up, Fuck on your face,
Leave you with my sweet little taste,
I had to do the gaga-rama-rama,
Ooh-ooh la-la...
Fuck The Rest;...
We The Best...
Fuck The Rest...
For the win,
I'm killing it;
Ain't nobody stopping me...
Fuck The Rest;...
We The Best...
Fuck The Rest...
-S-g-T-c-
'Till the very death of me...
Fuck The Rest,.
We The Best
