F*** The Rest, We The Best Lyrics - Singles - Blood On The Dance Floor

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 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, bang, shot you down, go Uma Thurma up in this bitch 

Revenge is best served cold, taking it back, we'll be your wish 

D- G- A-F, Learn it cause a fight, bitch 

Nam, bam, fam, damn, knock you down til you can't stand 

Damn, I'm killing it, damn right, I'm feeling it 

I'll split this floor, I'll let you know that haters 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 warnings 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 

I'm trying to be okay with what you didn' t create 

Don' t cover my face and make stupid mistakes 

Your only mark is gonna be on the side walk 

Your body on the block outlined in white chalk 

You better learn to crawl 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 on by the rock 

Bloody nose, busted lips, broken ribs, broken hips 

Full sleeves and no tits, bruised eyes and loose clits 

Fuck the number; can' t stand, 2 dicks and 1 fist 

Stuffed into the roof, 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 me 

Fuck the rest, we the best 

Fuck the rest... 

S- G- T-C 

Til 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, yes on the bed, real deal, hold and slam 

Fuck you til 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 p- p- poke your face, 

Leave you with my sweet little taste 

I had to do the gaga-rama, bama, oh oh lala 

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 

Til the very death of me 

Fuck the rest, we the best