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

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

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

Another trick to treat her candy apple dreams
Gonna rot her cause I'm so sweet
One lick to rule all
crumble as they crawl

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

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

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

use your corpse as a catwalk
Plays truth or in the mirror
absinthe as a lip gloss
Undead, but won't a tear

She's my graveyard
my...

She me cause I like 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 nobody's stop me
And in the of the pale moonlight
She goes for a spin on my haunted
Tried out the living but I don't believe the
Cause if she's got a pulse, then not my type.

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