187 On the Dancefloor by L.A. Symphony


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The End Is Now by L.A. Symphony

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187 On the Dancefloor
by L.A. Symphony

Album: The End Is Now
by L.A. Symphony


It goes something like this,
DJs to wax spinning something like this
I murder the English language without risks
????????????? don't really spit like this
Take notes, my mind floats when I rip like this
On some black fist ??? blow up the spot like this
Find women often, do it softly like this
See everybody's killing something, even flat lines like this

Murderous music and then some, stab your ear drums
Time and time again, befriend a serial killer fresh out the pen
Spot me slow dancing with the faces of death
Erasing the rest until there's nothing left
I'm dirty rotten, the completely opposite of fresh
Filthy mess with a sense of humor dark as my flesh
Starving artist, ????????????????????????

When we out on tour, 187 on the dance floor
We coming with the rhymes galore, 187 on the dance floor
When you need someone to settle the score, 187 on the dance floor
We leave the people screaming for more, 187 on the dance floor


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