Text: Blood On The Dancefloor. Other. Designed To Kill (Jayy von Monroe).

Cheezy weezy
Pumpkin peezy
My name is Du-De Deezy
Ill get you crunk on the heezy
I like them sluts they?re easy
I?m chilling with my breezy
She makes me feel so easy
She keeps it really sleazy
It gives me the heebie-jeebies
Go on it good lordie
I?m about to pop up some fucking models
She knows she just can?t have it
But cheatings just her habit
I know she?s problematic
I want to fix her habits
I give into her thrills
As she sinks into kill

Everytime you talk to me
You never speak the truth
I taste your rage
I feel your stare
It'll be the death of you

You?re just like a pill
Designed to kill
Everything you do
Messes with me
Smothering me
Poison goes down
I?m on the ground dying
Just like a pill
Designed to kill

I feel good
I feel numb
I feel High
OHHHHH OH!

Woah fucking fucking
Fucking bitches
The mother fucking bitches
The shit talking hoes
That don?t even fucking know what
Fuck the drama
Save it for Obama
I don?t give a shit
Cause your gonna get your karma
What what
I?m so sick of it
All this ill shit
Vomit so atomic
Make me wanna vomit bitch
Vanity mix a little bit of ecstasy
Makes you wanna love me
Makes you wanna fuck me bitch

Every time you look at me
I wanna make you bleed
I hate your lies
I want your blood
Why won't you ever see

You?re just like a pill
Designed to kill
Everything you do
Messes with me
Smothering me
Poison goes down
I?m on the ground dying
Just like a pill
Designed to kill

Everytime you talk to me
You never speak the truth
I taste your rage
I feel your stare
It'll be the death of you

Every time you look at me
I wanna make you bleed
I hate your lies
I want your blood
Why won't you ever see

You?re just like a pill
Designed to kill
Everything you do
Messes with me
Smothering me
Poison goes down
I?m on the ground dying
Just like a pill
Designed to kill