Cash Core Lyrics

Blood on the floor. Justified, recognize. I want everyone dead. Ritalin, holding it, holding it, losing it. Blood on the dance floor. Force feeding, you're bleeding. A cut as deep as bone. You bet your life you're pacified. Blood on the dance floor. f*ck off, f*ck off, your sarcasm can f*ck off. f*ck off, f*ck off, your cynicism can f*ck off. f*ck off, f*ck off, all of you can f*ck off

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