My dance floor

I hate dancing;
I’m throwing up when I hear this word: “Dance floor”
I hate when you’re fancying
That I will say with an accent: “Motherfucking whore”

Verse#1
When I go into club I know what I want
Yes motherfucker, don’t speak with me
Don’t come to me, I wanna forget my fault
I’d better do it without somebody
If some sluts want me, tell that I’m not a man
And nothing will rise in my fucking pants
If you want me, go and fuck your mother
Then suck dick of your brother
And then maybe it will want to get your father
And then maybe you will get me
But you’d better get some boogie
Nobody can understand that I need big dick
And after fuck with it I will be sick
Yes, it is my fucking freak
Can you hear me? I need a fucking prick
Don’t come to me if you have six inches
I need huge tool, you’ll be at pinches
I hope you won’t even try to unhinge
My door that isn’t to you hitches

Chorus x2
Come on, people shake your heads
Then spread your legs
And bend your broken necks
Just do it and you’ll break your backs

Verse#2
Even J-Lo can’t write a song like this
If you don’t agree, give for my bum a big kiss
Yeah, Beyonce, you think you don’t worry
What I will say about you, I’m not in hurry
Listen to this: you’d better dance for song “Crazy in fuck”
Cause you’re like a slut, but I don’t give a fuck
What do you think about me
Because you’re not so cra-zy, like me
Ow, I forgot, Britney. No one man will dare
To kiss you one more time, yes, it’s unfair
Because you’re so beautiful in your first movie
I can dare to say that it was lunacy
Sorry, everybody agrees, you can’t play a part
In your fucking songs, you’re not smart
Your fucking videos is stupid bullshit
I think you will never figure out this shit
And Christina shook her ass in her video
It wasn’t she I wanna say it to mass media

Chorus x2

Verse#3
I’m fed up bringing people only good
Now I’m changing, probably I should
I must say I can’t stand Mariah Cary
You may think I drank a Bloody Mary
This bitch in every song… she yells
I don’t know her producer, how can he sell
Her records, they’re all a fucking suck
Come on, it doesn’t worth even muck
Jessica Simpson spoiled the best Robbie’s “Angel”
I’d understand it if I were even a ranger
Nobody will ever forgive you, Jess
You’d better forget about music, you gave a lot of mess
Your sister has much more talent in music
You look just like a simple lunatic
I’m getting the greatest relish
When I’m trying to perish
Your motherfucking fame
Don’t even try to blame me
Fuck you all

Chorus x2