Luyện nghe bài hát Not My Type: Dead As Fuck 2 [Explicit]

She's got no soul, black as coal
She's from Hollywood, Forever dug her out of a
And here we go again, me in her web
She said "there's no rest for the queen of the dead"

There's no rest for the queen of the dead
There's just no for the queen...

Another to treat her with candy apple dreams
Gonna rot her teeth I'm so sweet
One lick to them all
They crumble as crawl

She loves me cause I to give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
and nobody's gonna me
And in the glow of the moonlight
She goes for a on my haunted hayride
Tried out the living but I don't believe the
if she's got a pulse, then she's not my type.

She's got a temper in stock, made of
Uses absinthe as a lip
Death hawk, New Rock's
She'll use your corpse as a

She loves me cause I to give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
her insides are on me
She loves me cause I give head like a
(I) eat, eat, eat
and gonna stop me
And in the glow of the moonlight
She for a spin on my haunted hayride
out the living but I don't believe the hype
Cause if she's got a pulse, she's not my type.

She'll use corpse as a catwalk
Plays truth or in the mirror
Uses as a lip gloss
Undead, but won't shed a

She's my graveyard
my...

She loves me cause I to give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
her insides are on me
She me cause I give head like a zombie
(I) eat, eat, eat
and gonna stop me
And in the glow of the pale
She goes for a spin on my hayride
Tried out the living but I don't believe the
Cause if she's got a pulse, she's not my type.

If got a pulse, then she's not my type.