PARTY IN THE TOMB

(HankTheLad) (Go, go, go) Aye Blood on my hands, why don't you meet me at the blood noon Blood on my hands, why don't you meet me at the blood moon Party up in the Tomb This Evening (Ay, ay, ay ,ay) (Bow, bow, bow, Boom) Bitch turn up Aye This Evening (Ah, ah) (Ay, ay, ay) Ah, die then live, then die again when you Party in the Tomb F*ck dat Bitch, then f*ck again when she all up in my room Party, fucken party shawty, meet me at the Tomb (Yaahuugh) I'm six feet underground, my body rots, the flowers bloom HTL to hell I'm bound Inhaling suicidal fumes The typa shit that make you wanna Kill yourself or someone in the room The typa shit that make me wanna tear myself apart to be with you F*ck, id die a million times jus to See you When are bodies intertwined i can Bleed you (HankTheLad) (Go, go) Bleed you Blood on my hands, why don't you meet me at the blood noon Blood on my hands, why don't you meet me at the blood moon Party up in the Tomb This Evening (Ay, ay, ay ,ay) (Bow, bow, bow, Boom) Bitch turn up Aye This Evening (Ah, ah) (Ay, ay, ay) Ah, die then live, then die again when you Party in the Tomb Die then live, then die again when you Party in the Tomb Die then live, then die again when you Party in the- Yeaahhh (Go, go, go) (Ah, ah, ah) Party, fucken party shawty, meet me at the Tomb Yaaahhh