fuck the rest, we the best lyrics – blood on the dance floor

“f*ck the rest, we the best”

smelling blood, chopping hoes, i’m gonna bring it lock and load
h*llo 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, p*ss 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 b*tch
revenge is best served cold, taking it back, we’ll be your wish

d-g-a-f, learn to cause a fight b*tch
nam, bam, fam, d*mn, knock you down til you can’t stand
d*mn, i am killing it, d*mn, i am feeling it
i’ll split this floor, i’ll let you know that hater’s motivate me
i admittedly will annihilate their idiocy
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 b*tches like you for breakfast

f*ck the rest, we the best
f*ck the rest…
for the win; i’m killing it
ain’t n*body stopping me

f*ck the rest, we the best
f*ck the rest…
undefeated; world’s top
ain’t n*body stopping us

we’re trying to be okay with what you didn’t create
don’t copy 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

bl**dy nose, busted lips, broken ribs, broken hips
full sleeves and no t*ts, bruised eyes and loose cl*ts
f*ck the number; can’t stand, 2 d*cks and 1 fist
stuffed into the roof, guess who? it’s jayy, b*tch

f*ck the rest, we the best
f*ck the rest…
for the win; i’m killing it
ain’t n*body stopping me

f*ck the rest, we the best
f*ck the rest…
s-g-t-c
til the very death of me

stick it to you with the middle finger, beat your *ss on jerry springer
what the f*ck do you know about this? what the f*ck, can’t handle my d*ck
i cut my self and bleed to death, got your girlfriend on my d*ck and neck
yes, yes on the bed, real deal, hold and slam

f*ck you till you cannot feel, this is how we keep it real
i’m gonna kanye taylor swift your *ss, smoke you like you’re a bag of gr*ss
i’m gonna p-p-poke your face, leave you with my sweet little taste
i had to do the gaga-rama rama, oh oh lala

f*ck the rest, we the best
f*ck the rest…
for the win; i’m killing it
ain’t n*body stopping me

f*ck the rest, we the best
f*ck the rest…
s-g-t-c
til the very death of me

f*ck the rest, we the best

/ blood on the dance floor lyrics