CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Nine Inch Nails
Turn that f**kin' music down
Turn that f**kin' music down
f**k you, you f**kin' idiots
You and your f**kin' skateboards
f**k you, suck my tit (Yeah, yeah)
Switchblade specialist, skulls on my necklace
Hol' up, wait a second, I am being intersected
I got voices in my head, he said "All you n***as is dead"
He want me to say that sh*t and then say "Yeah, that's what I said"
I ain't givin' up nothin' up to a b*t*h, no discussion
I ain't being interrupted as I speak, no sh*t
Four-fifth, whole clips, soulless
Home is frozen, no friends
No b*t*h, two Glicks, whole clips
Holy Bible on my table, sittin' in a hotel
Heard they was waiting for me outside, oh well
Switchblade in my pocket, buddy, you can't even tell
Blade take his life-force, bullet shells, hot as Hell (T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, b*t*h, then you shall (This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Cell)
So, f**k Heaven, b*t*h, I'd rather go to Hell
Stab me with nine-inch nails (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You think you competition, b*t*h, then you shall
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Agh)
So, f**k Heaven, b*t*h, I'd rather go to Hell (f**k)
Butterfly knife, I f**k her like twice
Lies stuck on my mind, die, must've came by
Why f**kers keep tryin'? I doesn't play nice, psych
Somethin' ain't right, let's f**kin' fist-fight
Please, I wanna watch the way that he drown
Hit you in the pit, you down for the count
This the type of sh*t, they don't like the sound
It's DeathProof, you can't come in the house (This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Talkin' crazy? Put the gun in he mouth
First, she face me, then I'm kickin' her out
He sleep with fish fillet, I think that he doubt
It's dry up in the game, we endin' the drought
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, b*t*h, then you shall
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell
(T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
So, f**k Heaven, b*t*h, I'd rather go to Hell
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, b*t*h, then you shall (Competition, b*t*h, then you shall)
Demons trapped in my mind, like a cell (In my mind like a cell)
So, f**k Heaven, b*t*h, I'd rather go to Hell
(T-T-T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Turn that f**kin' music down
f**k you, you f**kin' idiots
You and your f**kin' skateboards
f**k you, suck my tit (Yeah, yeah)
Switchblade specialist, skulls on my necklace
Hol' up, wait a second, I am being intersected
I got voices in my head, he said "All you n***as is dead"
He want me to say that sh*t and then say "Yeah, that's what I said"
I ain't givin' up nothin' up to a b*t*h, no discussion
I ain't being interrupted as I speak, no sh*t
Four-fifth, whole clips, soulless
Home is frozen, no friends
No b*t*h, two Glicks, whole clips
Holy Bible on my table, sittin' in a hotel
Heard they was waiting for me outside, oh well
Switchblade in my pocket, buddy, you can't even tell
Blade take his life-force, bullet shells, hot as Hell (T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, b*t*h, then you shall (This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Cell)
So, f**k Heaven, b*t*h, I'd rather go to Hell
Stab me with nine-inch nails (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You think you competition, b*t*h, then you shall
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Agh)
So, f**k Heaven, b*t*h, I'd rather go to Hell (f**k)
Butterfly knife, I f**k her like twice
Lies stuck on my mind, die, must've came by
Why f**kers keep tryin'? I doesn't play nice, psych
Somethin' ain't right, let's f**kin' fist-fight
Please, I wanna watch the way that he drown
Hit you in the pit, you down for the count
This the type of sh*t, they don't like the sound
It's DeathProof, you can't come in the house (This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Talkin' crazy? Put the gun in he mouth
First, she face me, then I'm kickin' her out
He sleep with fish fillet, I think that he doubt
It's dry up in the game, we endin' the drought
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, b*t*h, then you shall
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell
(T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
So, f**k Heaven, b*t*h, I'd rather go to Hell
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, b*t*h, then you shall (Competition, b*t*h, then you shall)
Demons trapped in my mind, like a cell (In my mind like a cell)
So, f**k Heaven, b*t*h, I'd rather go to Hell
(T-T-T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
