About "Nine Lives" album:
This page contains lyrics from the album
"Nine Lives" by Deuce, which consists of 8 songs.
They wanna see blood,
They wanna see hate,
Like a needle in your vein,
A sickness with no name,
In a world that's insane,
Was America to blame?
When you're praying for a change to a God with no face!
They wanna see blood,
Truth, Deuce, & Jeffree Star
She wants to lick my body
And I want to lick her body
So lets all have a party
Lick each other
Lets get naughty
She thinks I'm a Hottie
Yes, hello, Aron, Deuce, yo uthere?
Hey yeah! What's up!
I Came To Party
I thought I told ya, I came to party.
Hey bar tender, can I get a cup?
Tonight's my night and I'm gettin' fucked up.
I hope I still got the charm, got the luck,
'Cause all these bitches and ho's look like so much fun.
Nobody Likes Me
Nobody likes me. no one likes me, but I don't like them.
uh uh, I don't nah uh
Nobody like me. no one likes me, why?, cause I don't like them.
uh uh, idon't nah uh.
All this hate that you gave me, it turned me to rage,
now I'm burning in flames, all tha things that you said,
they've been stuck in my head, now I'm at it again,
Now You See Me Life
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick and tired of being picked on
So he got himself a nice 22
Click boom, now he's on the fuckin news
Now who's the king of these rap acts? American Bad ass
They say he's a class act, no wonder he's jabbed at
That's why they put me up in lights and I rap back
And have these critics wanna mimic my crack ass
He ain't no cinic but he knows where your dad's at
Till I Drop
Those fools are never gonna rap again
Yeah, we go push all you mother fuckers back
It aint over till it's over man
Revenge is like a mother fucker, aint it?
You want my life, you wanna take away what's mine
But I got my rights and I'll keep singin' 'till the sun don't rise
It's like a game for me to watch you suffer in pain
It's my favorite thing, and I'ma do this shit 'till you're slain
You could go and ask God, even he wants you dead
I'll put you into shame every time that my pen hits the paper
Mista Mista I'm the new Docta Davis, who tries to rap, but can't even sing
The only time he sounds good is when he's spreadin' his rumors