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Disc 1
01. Let's Start A Riot!
02. Bitches Get Stitches
03. Ima Monster
04. S My D
05. I.D.G.A.F.
06. Scream For My Ice Cream
07. Miss Bipolar (Love Fight)
08. Death To Your Heart!
09. Candyland
10. Sexting!
11. Believe
12. Bewitched
13. Yo, Ho! (A Pirate's Life For Me!)
14. Star Power!
15. Rise & Shine
16. Unforgiven
17. Revenge Porn!
18. Incomplete & All Alone
19. Don't Want To Be Like You
Disc 2
01. Where's My Wonderland
02. Unchained
03. I Refuse To Sink
04. Damaged
05. Redeemer
06. Something Grimm
07. Bitchcraft!
08. Call Me Master
09. Good Vibes Only
10. The Reckoning!
11. Time Machine
12. Cruel Pornography
13. Filthy Animals
14. Ringleader
15. Safe Word
16. Sorry Not Sorry
17. Bullseye
18. Clubbed To Death
19. Rest in Piece
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Death, death, death death.

Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Clubbed to death.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don't have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General's warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing's how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

Bang that beat into my head.
Pound until I'm fucking dead.
Take away my last dying breath.
Music's got me clubbed to death.

Stop you with a whomp whomp.
Eat you like a chain chomp.
Keep it blunt.
Stab a cunt.
You're the prey, I am the hunt.
Rape your ears, fuck your brains.
Dick's gonna make it rain.
Make a living, on making love.
And I don't give a single FUCK!

Bang that beat into my head.
Pound it 'til I'm fucking dead.
The sound takes my last breath.
Music's got me clubbed to death!

B-b-bang that b-beat, into my head.
M-m-music's got me clubbed to death.
Music's got me clubbed to death.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don't have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General's warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing's how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.

Ha! Ha! Ha! I am a monster!
I'm gunna fry you like a lobster!
Shit your pants and die mother fucker!
It's a joyride bitch, and I'm the trucker!

TAKE DOWN!
The posers and the wannabes,
Feel my boot grindin' into your skull.
It's nothing now but a freak show massacre.
Gather round kids, and enjoy the show.

Drinking, fame, and dirty dancing.
Fame and dance and death.
You're giving up when getting down.
You just don't give a shit.
NO!