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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

X - Cuts You Up - Lyrics - Cannibal - Static

Title: X - Cuts You Up
Album: Cannibal
Artist: Static
Composer(s): Wayne Wells, Antonio Campos

Lyric:
I make no apologies for the past
I had to live, throw it all
To get where I am, **** it all
If you don't like what I am
Then don't you look at me

Who ever made you a God?
Who ever gave you the right
To criticize, take another slice?

Cut out, shut out, run out
Tear digital noise out
It cuts you up, cuts you up

Heavy hate will feed it
Sharp sized razor bleed it
It cuts you up, cuts you up
It cuts you up

I take no bull**** in the past
I took it all, never again
Shut it up, put it out
If you can't handle this ****
Then don't you stick around

What I became is stronger
What I have made
You cannot criticize new-found eyes

Cut out, shut out, run out
Tear digital noise out
It cuts you up, cuts you up

Heavy hate will feed it
Sharp sized razor bleed it
It cuts you up, cuts you up
It cuts you up

I take no bull**** in the past
I took it all, never again
Shut it up, put it out
If you can't handle this ****
Then don't you stick around

What I became is stronger
What I have made
You cannot criticize, take another slice

Cut out, shut out, run out
Tear digital noise out
It cuts you up, cuts you up

Heavy hate will feed it
Sharp sized razor bleed it
It cuts you up, cuts you up
Cuts you, cuts you up

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Fuckin' With Me - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Fuckin' With Me
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Clifford Wayne Nicholas, Terius Gray, Sheldon Donnel Arrington, Damon Mentrell Grison

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Lyric:
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me

Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me

I got my mind right, money right, life right, weight right
Can you see me cuttin' the beef like a steak knife?
Don't stay up late, I'ma be home when I'm finished
I gotta drop my people off at the airport in a minute

This is business, you ain't with it then give me five feet
I don't need you and children everywhere I be
I'm a man who ventures out on his own
Long as I don't bring no diseases or no ho's back home

Let me roam, you don't even much need that phone
I'ma take care of my shit, baby, ,just leave that alone
I know when the pussy get wet and you need that bone
Ain't too many bitches out there, that's gone be that strong

You was forbiddin' by your parents
Is knowin' that gangster was fuckin' his daughter was scarin' 'em
I speak fact, me and you, bitch, we got our life on track
And if I ever leave away from you I'll be right back

Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me

Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me

Now a days these chicks, they too emotional
I just wanted to get high and joke a few
I just met you yesterday, I'm barely knowin' you
You ain't say that yesterday when I was blowin' you

See, that's what that mo and dro will do
See, drink up, smoke up, come on, I got some more for you
You like that? I got another joke for you
You grin, you in and Im'a end up pokin' you

Sounds funny, honey, how much money, honey?
You heard that but you ain't gettin' nothin' from me
'Cept them three twenty's that Slim had, Slim!
See I'm cut broke, in a skit mask

Well, then lose the number, do me a favor
I ain't a life guard, I can't be your savior
You met me like this, Im'a be a playa
So stop all the fussin' and just beat me later!

Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me

Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me

Come on Ma don't stress me, I was a gangsta when you met me
Knew I'd be where the pimps, the playas, the ho's, and the tec's be
With the dope, the coke, the dro, and the X be
Knew Kisha, Kiana, and Mira wanted to sex me

You still want to ex me or try to disrespect me
Now them ho's in your ear, got you trippin' wanna test me
Look, meet me on Freret Street, right where my set be
Go home, pack all your shit and drop off them Vette keys

Anyway, I'm tired of problems, you can catch yo cut
But first drop off the B.B.'s and the princess cuts
'Round here stuntin' for them ho's, lettin' them gas you up
Now you stuck for them ho's, let 'em cash you up

I ain't gon' lie, it's gon' be hard for me to pass you up
But my plane fly straight, never crash for nothin'
And before I fuck it up with a passenger
I'll get rid of you and snatch me an amateur

Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me

Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me
Throw up the you if you fuckin' with me

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Shotgun Fire - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Shotgun Fire
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Jim Jones

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Lyric:
Dip-Set, uh
Jones, Capo Status
Dip-Set nigga
You know the streets is what it is nigga
Watch ya step and watch ya moves

Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy
You can see I'm tryin' to lead my democracy
To get money and rip sleeve off of my city
And slow down, then try to breeze through the projects B
And how I speeds in velocity
We came up movin' keys of that knotty B
My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby B
The boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany
In my life you can't see me, not possibly
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes
When we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems
'Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver

Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire
I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up
Didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though
And they came back to my block like riders
But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire
A fast retally, now it's cash we tally
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip
Where they Henny sip
Beef we let the semi rip

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

And yeah we world renowned and I might twirl through town
And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found
How can a pearl be drowned, how can a diamond not shine
Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up dimes all the time
They love my pimp juice, I let my crimps loose
They get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup
Mind fuck her, brain fuck her
Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, shit

She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll have her movin' that work
I mean two of them chirps up in her Dooney and Bourke
So ruthless it hurts, I mean I'm truly bezerk
When I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk
Yeah, a trick and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad bitch
Shit, them bitches mackin', I'm as sick as maggot
But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth
No chips or no cabbage

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

I'm so problematic
And do to servin' Harlem-matics
My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static
Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs
365 all around set every nite
I ain't the passive type
On the benches where I crashed them nites
Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white
Spend days up in court
How I shaved weight to snort
Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the source

Yes, since success it has changed
Since we, stepped up in this game
And stepped up wit' our game
No more chef cuttin' cain
Hoes X'd up in they brain
Lemme sex up in the Range
So much princess cuts in my chains

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Killing Fields - Lyrics - Mo Thugs

Title: Killing Fields
Artist: Mo Thugs
Composer(s): Paul O'Neal, Aaran Baldwin, Actavius Mills, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Never will another try to play
On another killin' day
So, if you want to come around our way
You know C-Town's where slayers play

Wonder what they gonna say
When I raise from the grave on the last day
And it ain't no more pray
I done sat and watched away

And how you slay like it was no thang
A natural killa, the way you made
Separate with the double blade
Just a little insane games you play

Had to beat 'em for the demons
Judge revealed 'em, then scripted ya
Spend your life in the pen
Having visions of revenge on a darker nigga livin' within you

Shoulda never sold your soul
Want to pull 44 bullet holes
On the surface of your dome
And your never going home
Done slip, became a victim of that chrome

Got the gauge for the murderous trip
Where them Cleveland niggas strayed on the click
Clair soldiers starved for days in the land
Where the gangsta niggas roll,on

The dark side, snatchin' souls, them soldiers thumpin'
Dumpin' slugs in the body pumpin' up blood, in a puddle of blood
Hell's up under that mud they I know I'm gonna pull it
My sawed off draws them bullets

I'm being pressured by these niggas up
On me before the twelve jumped from
My gun, but when the buckshots come
Momma's son a bloody murderer must be the evil one

Mobbin' deep, like a com full of trucks
If you get stuck, you outta luck, can't duck
Can't run from the cuts
Ah fuck, better grab them nuts

For the murderin', layin'
You can run from the rock
But the rock is gonna cry out
There's no hiding space

Nineteen thousand white gamma rays bomb the place
Blowin' off the face of men rippin' the skin
'Cause we are the soldiers of the world again and again, my friend
Punk-ass niggas can't stand us only 'cause they fear
To challenge us war

We be living so scandalous
Head the fuck out, they 'fraid they can't handle us
Killa feelings and vandalous

Even when you creep so deep, shifters got you by six feet
'Cause we see when you creep so deep
Mo Thug plays for keeps
Dark days you see

Creepin' the stroll but kill, try takin' the soldiers
Oh no, caught livin' them criminal ways in the last days
Wantin' them bodies to rot, drop into eternal flames
What a [unverified] went blaze

You desire to be killed
Here to reveal the devil's appeal to the world of madness
No gladness, leavin' a nigga insane
They came up out of them heavens

Oh, I'm quick in ways illegal
Became a casualty at war, pump was unleashin'
Slugs, blood came leakin' from your gut
Let the gun be the judge

Well, then in that case it's murder
For the night fall down Clair town
Rounds connect with the target
Hit the ground

Ain't no chances of survival when the killin' field
Gauges be blazin', ninas with infrared lasers
Set the weeds afire, we them killas for hire
We kill 'em for scratch some niggas gonna die

Tombstone got the high tec shit let's split
Got at the enemy racin', facin'
Caught up in the wrath of the red eye
Red water, cold bloody murder chasin'

If it's up to the shift, you know we'll chill
Here comes the rivals straight for the kill
Best believe they come to flex them skills
Gotta get in they ass for real

I don't give a fuck about your feelings
I'm down for the peelin', I'm down for the strippin'
I got to be ready for the body dippin' down to the earth
Done seen so many niggas turn to dirt

And the [unverified] that we play this game for keeps
'Cause this shit hurt don't mean to leave mom's in prayer
When in the midst of the Clair slayer
Turnin' the nigga on the need for prayer

When the bomb gonna drop x-rays
Everybody gonna fade it's the killin' day
Never will another try to play on another killin' day
So if you want to come around our way
You know C-Town's where slayers play

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

X-Ecutioner Style - Lyrics - Reanimation - Linkin Park

Title: X-Ecutioner Style
Album: Reanimation
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Chester Charl Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Brad Delson, Dave Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Mark Wakefield

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Lyric:
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up

I'm about to
Wasn't that fun? Let's try something else

45 caliber killer without of the filla
Elevated Show, your brotha's how you're not a gorilla
Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon constiller
Taste thrilla, great filler, hit him with the bounce stiller

Filthy stinking, standing on the side grounded
Still be sinking submerging in the parks
Still be linking plucked beats when it starts
Hope your thinking, it's not a mirage

I'm living up off tracks from out of the garage
Well, if you could duck but it's hard to dodge
In the back of that spine where my darkness lies
Flipping straight up, ripping apart your squad

X-Ecutioner's style cuts and blends
Like a syringe banging you in each of your limbs
See me coming through your party hard
Without no bodyguard

Smoking something, stomping on each of your toes
I'm the B to the L to the A to the C King
And when it comes to planning the thought
Keeping thinking this

Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

F You Too - Lyrics - More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape - Fabolous

Title: F You Too
Album: More Street Dreams Pt. 2 : The Mixtape
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Paul M Cain, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean, Ken Ifill, John David Jackson, Sean D Jacobs, Jason T Phillips, Ernesto Shaw, David Styles

Lyric:
Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these niggaz man
Clue, I'm the first line of defense
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what that means
(Yeah)

I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only Deserts

If I talk it's gonna be reckless, I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised

They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school yearbook

Paul Cain never appear shook
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but never police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll speak

If it ain't involvin' bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin' Feds
When the shots from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead

Make slugs a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life

Live everyday like my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft night
(Yeah)
Niggaz
Street Dreams
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

But I still pull through the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, when the bullets shoot by

So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own

Wit a stash box compartment for a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores and you wonder why
Ya girl's comin' home, wit a cigar sip for

'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the nuts

That's why I get followed by broads wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin' swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my money's long enough
To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya arms fall off

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

I see ya faggot ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

What U Scared 4 - Lyrics - Juvenile

Title: What U Scared 4
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I'd be a stupid mothafucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I ain't waitin' to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say, I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck
But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck

And I can already vision people sayin' I'm wrong
But I rather his momma than my momma singin' that song
Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks
And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin' them cuts

I'ma attached to the streets, those niggas in the pens
Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten
And this bitch curly head still been in the case
But he ain't man enough to leave a real one in the face

And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit TV pranks
You jeopardize my living quarters, wanna see me sank
But I got news for everyone of y'all
I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' punish em too

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' punish 'em too

Armed and dangerous, rich and famous, young and restless
Guns and stretcha's, crystal and dubs for breakfast
I just got one suggestion, ask yah test em, this 'cuz get hectic
Send one through your son's intestines
Lock, snock lung through testin's

If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous
Ride with the torch, scorchin', ready to blaze
Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days
And let it be said, Holly Grove's the home of a soldier

And if a nigga breathe wrong than it's over
I never love ya, my metal slug ya
If you kept on fuckin' wit the squad
Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin' survives

And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say, "Hi"
Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer, I don't need you, hoe
Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes, what?

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' punish 'em too

Nigga c'mon, you gotta love us
Bumpin' inside of humma's
Ride as thugga's, we who be
Think that them coward's busta's

Why we hustlin' in they sleep
We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week
And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet
The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me

Gats hug it and squeeze it
Crack, bundle it easy
Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons
Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times

I believe in me and my family 'cuz niggas is broads
That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge
All pussy ain't the pussy like money and drugs
I'm dickin' bitches that trial and I'm the jury and judge

I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love
Its just me, cash money millionaires that wackin' the plug
Wud-up Lil Wheezy, I'm laid back up in the cut if yah need me
Its love believe me

Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy we comin' through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' punish em too

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Winter Warz - Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

Title: Winter Warz
Album: Ironman
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Lamont Hawkins, Darryl Robert Hill, Elgin Evander Turner, C Woods

Lyric:
It's on
(Where your sparkle at kid)
Ryzarector

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights
(And plus the cold war)

This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's CREAM team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome

And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical, mic cords, hangin' like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand held tote

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore

Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture
Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights
(And plus the cold war)

Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
Of the Wu and learned how to

Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mentail
Devils worship this like an icon
They're huggin mics with the grips of a python

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting
For the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time sits still
No propaganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to casette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin' yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me I'm comin'
Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin' motherfuckers can't stop O
In battlin', you don't want me to start tattlin'
All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin'
Bitch, you ain't got nothin' on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve

Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you can long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got blown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind

'Cuz you weak in the knees like SWV
Tryin' to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
And blunt power, born physically power speakin'
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin'

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Origin Of Love - Lyrics - Hedwig And The Angry Inch

Title: Origin Of Love
Artist: Hedwig And The Angry Inch
Composer(s): Stephen Trask

Lyric:
When the earth was still flat
And the clouds made of fire
And mountains stretched up to the sky
Sometimes higher
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs
They had two sets of arms
They had two sets of legs
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talkedwhile they read
And they never knew nothing of love
It was before the origin of love
The origin of love

And there were three sexes then
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back
Called the children of the sun
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son
The origin of love

Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said
'I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer
Like I killed the giants.'
And Zeus said, 'No
You better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards.'
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh
Said, 'I'll split them right down the middle
Gonna cut them right up in half.'
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire
And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth

And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane
To scatter us away
In a flood of wind and rain
And a sea of tidal waves
To wash us all away
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye

Last time I saw you
We had just split in two
You were looking at me
I was looking at you
You had a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
Cause you had blood on your face
I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine
That's the pain
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart
We called it love

So we wrapped our arms around each other
Trying to shove ourselves back together
We were making love
Making love
It was a cold dark evening
Such a long time ago
When by the mighty hand of Jove
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures
It's the story of
The origin of love
That's the origin of love

Random Number Generation
All our feelings and thoughts
Expressed in ones and in oughts
In endless spiraling chains
You can't decode or explain
Cause you are so analog
God dog I eye I god dog

We're the random number generation
We are random number generated
We are random numbers

In the regime of the solid state
Wheels spin when you iterate
K is x squared minus one
But .54321
When x is taken times two
That's when we're coming for you

We're the random number generation
We are random number generated
We are random numbers

Mister Little started something huge
Iggy Pop Iggy Stooge
All the children shout out
Hey here we are

We're the random number generation
We are random number generated
We are random numbers

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Follow The Leader - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: Follow The Leader
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Bob James

Lyric:
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for M.C.'s motivates the breaks

I'm everlastin', I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, flip it
Now, it's a daily word

I can get iller than 'nam, a killin' bomb
But no alarm, Rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super, superb and supreme
But for a microphone still I fiend

This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin' and swallowin'
Takin' the makin', bitin' it and borrowin'

Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'ma let ya sweat, you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin'
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen

So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
What could ya say as the earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay

Astray into the milky way, world's outasight
Far as the eye can see, not even a satellite
Now, stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took

So keep starin' soon ya suddenly see a star
You better follow it 'cause it's the R
This is a lesson if ya guessin' and if ya borrowin'
Hurry hurry, step right up and keep followin' the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

This is a lifetime mission, vision of prison
Aight listen
In this journey you're the journal, I'm the journalist
Am I eternal? Or an eternalist?

I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep ya movin' 'coz the crowd said so
Dance, cuts rip ya pants
Eric B on the blades, bleedin' to death, call the ambulance

Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone murderin' M.C's
Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote
(Follow the leader)
Yeah, dope

'Coz everytime I stop it seems ya stuck
Soon as ya try to step off ya self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin' and provin' and lettin' knowledge be born

Then after that I'll live forever, you disagree?
You say never? Then follow me
From century to century you'll remember me
In history, not a mystery or a memory

God by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I have to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave, but remember
You're not a slave

'Coz we was put here to be much more than that
But we couldn't see it because our mind was trapped
But I'm here to break away the chains, take away the pains
Remake the brains, reveal my name

I guess nobody told you a little knowledge is dangerous
It can't be mixed, diluted, it can't be changed or switched
Here's a lesson if ya guessing and borrowing
Hurry hurry, step right up and keep following the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

A furified freestyle, lyrics of fury
My third eye makes me shine like jewelry
You're just a rent-a-rapper, your rhymes are minute-maid
I'll be here when it fade to watch you flip like a renegade

I can't wait to break and eliminate
On every traitor or snake, so stay awake
And follow and follow, because the tempo's a trail
The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail

I'm Rakim, the fiend of a microphone
I'm not him, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt, 'coz I'm about to flow

No need to speed slow down to let the leader lead
Word to daddy, indeed
The R's a rollin' stone, so I'm rollin'
Directions is told, then the rhymes are stolen

Stop buggin', a brother said, "Dig 'em, I never dug 'em"
He couldn't follow the leader long enough so I drug 'em
Into danger zone, he should arrange his own
Face it, it's basic, erase it, change ya tone

There's one R in the alphabet
It's a one-letter word and it's about to get
More complex from one rhyme to the next
Eric B be easy on the flex

I've been from state to state, followers tailgate
Keep comin' but you came too late, but I'll wait
So back up, regroup, get a grip, come equipped
You're the next contestant, clap ya hands, you won a trip

The price is right, don't make a deal too soon
How many notes could you name this tune?
Follow the leader is the title, theme, task
Now ya know, you don't have to ask

Rap is rhythm and poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might catch up if you follow the records E.Wrecks
Until then keep eatin' and swallowin'
You better take a deep breath and keep followin' the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
Follow the leader

Follow the leader

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Follow The Leader - Lyrics - Follow The Leader - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Follow The Leader
Album: Follow The Leader
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Bob James

Lyric:
Rakim'll say
Rakim'll say
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!
Rakim'll say

Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin', I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, flip it
Now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'Nam a killin' bomb
But no alarm Rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme

But for a microphone still I fiend
This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin' and swallowin'
Takin' the making, bitin' it and borrowin'
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'ma let ya sweat, you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin'
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the Universe

What could ya say as the Earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the Milky Way, world's outasight
Far as the eye can see, not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took
So keep starin' soon ya suddenly see a star
You better follow it 'cause it's the R
This is a lesson if ya guessin' and if ya borrowin'
Hurry, hurry, step right up and keep followin'
The Leader

Follow the leader
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Keep Followin'

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!

This is a lifetime mission, vision of prison
Aight listen
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I Eternal? Or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep ya movin' 'cause the crowd said so
Dance, cuts rip ya pants
Eric B on the blades, bleedin' to death, call the ambulance
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone murderin' MC's
Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote
(Follow the leader)
Yeah, dope

'Cause everytime I stop it seems ya stuck
Soon as ya try to step off ya self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin' and provin' and lettin' knowledge be born
Then after that I'll live forever, you disagree?
You say never? Then follow me!
From century to century you'll remember me
In history, not a mystery or a memory
God by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I have to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave, but remember

You're not a slave
'Cause we was put here to be much more than that
But we couldn't see it because our mind was trapped
But I'm here to break away the chains, take away the pains
Remake the brains, reveal my name
I guess nobody told you a little knowledge is dangerous
It can't be mixed, diluted, it can't be changed or switched
Here's a lesson if ya guessing and borrowing
Hurry, hurry, step right up and keep following
The leader

Follow the leader
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"

A furified freestyle, lyrics of fury
My third eye makes me shine like jewelry
You're just a rent-a-rapper, your rhymes are minute-maid
I'll be here when it fade to watch you flip like a renegade
I can't wait to break and eliminate
On every traitor or snake, so stay awake
And follow and follow, because the tempo's a trail
The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail
I'm Rakim the Fiend of a Microphone
I'm not HIM, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt 'cause I'm about to flow

No need to speed slow down to let the leader lead
Word to daddy, indeed!
The R's a rollin' stone, so I'm rollin'
Directions is told, then the rhymes are stolen
Stop buggin', a brother said, dig 'em, I never dug 'em
He couldn't follow the leader long enough so I drug 'em
Into danger zone, he should arrange his own
Face it, it's basic, erase it, change ya tone
There's one R in the alphabet
It's a one-letter word and it's about to get
More complex from one rhyme to the next
Eric B be easy on the flex

I've been from state to state, followers tailgate
Keep comin' but you came too late, but I'll wait
So back up, regroup, get a grip, come equipped
You're the next contestant, clap ya hands, you won a trip!
The price is right, don't make a deal too soon
How many notes could you name this tune?
Follow the Leader is the title, theme, task
Now ya know, you don't have to ask
Rap is Rhythm And Poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might catch up if you follow the records E. wrecks
Until then keep eatin' and swallowin'
You better take a deep breath and keep followin'
The leader

Follow the leader
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Keep followin'

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
The "R!"

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Peace"

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Follow the leader

Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Rakim'll say, "Follow the leader!"
Follow the leader!

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Rolodex Propaganda - Lyrics - At The Drive In

Title: Rolodex Propaganda
Artist: At The Drive In
Composer(s): Jim Ward, Cedric Bixler, Pablo Hinojos, Tony Hajjar, Omar Rodriguez

Lyric:
Pinch history
Feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in dreams
'Cause I'm still not listening

X marks the spot
On your calendar days
A bread half-eaten
Spoiled, crawling with legs

Temper, tempered, temperature
Temper, tempered, temperature

Manuscript replica
(Cut it, yes, I say, cut it, cut it)
Manuscript replica
(Yeah, what say? Cut it)
Manuscript replica
(Yeah, cut it, you got it, yeah)
Manuscript replica
(Yeah, you got, you got it, yeah)

In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches, crippled, hobbled
Frolicked flat on its own face

In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches, crippled, hobbled
Frolicked flat on its own face

Jigsaw pattern, dominoes left a trail
The whites of their eyes, Polaroids of the tale
For our amusement we bring stare to defendants
Mechanical panaceas, absolved by history
Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality
The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet

Temper, tempered, temperature
Temper, tempered, temperature

Manuscript replica
(Cut it, yes, yes cut it, cut it)
Manuscript replica
(Yes, you cut it, cut it)
Manuscript replica
(Oh yeah, you cut it)
Manuscript replica
(Cut it)

In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches, crippled, hobbled
Frolicked flat on its own face

In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches, crippled, hobbled
Frolicked flat on its own face

Squirming through cuts in a throat, cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat, cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat, yeah, cut it, yeah, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

40 - Rat Heads - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Rat Heads
Artist: E
Composer(s): M Whitemon, Isaac Hayes, E Stevens

Lyric:
Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch)

Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch)
Rat heads get nothin' but cheese y'all
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch)

VWould you look, would you listen
Niggas be snitchin', talkin', rattin'
All up in the joint, man, singin', chattin'
Talkin' all that old really fruitful riff raff ass shit, mayn
Speakin' on every nigga in the muthafuckin' dope game

He's scared like a mice
Popo's talkin' about 25 to life
But real niggas do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know

Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a dick
Just because he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the vittles
But rat head wants to the talk to the popo's

Get me outta here, dude, I'm losin' weight stressin'
So they offer that man some police protection
He couldn't be from the Hillside or the south
'Cause my side of town don't go runnin' off at the mouth

Mickey Mouse spilled his guts
He said, "They all drive Chevys and Cuts'"
But they let him out without a doubt
Nothin' ass nigga, he straight ratted us out

But since he sang such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a ride home
The blind mice couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over Vallejo

Popo's gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin' this shit really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of ridiculously
Handed the rat some money, and said, "Now you work for me"

He was all for the scratch, see, and just like a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas faced fagot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket

On the turf they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no time soon
'Cause in the V Town he's doomed

Packed up and straight cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the hoods and thugs
Expressin, "I'm from the V Town, Duke 707"
Niggas and bitches was trippin' and shit, havin a fit

He said, "I even know E-40 and the fuckin' click"
They damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin' that the nigga was lyin' his ass off
Meanwhile, back in Vallejo

Brothers gettin' knocked for possession of sale
The other races get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always gotta rat on each other

A party jumps off on Blueberg Street
Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin' about a war
We got Grump in the house, Rhythm X, and hoes galore

Baththub full of liqor and wine
M.D. 20/20, Ever Clear, and Rossi wine
All the danksters gather up
They play the five second game hold it in, and get stupid stuck

Hoes gettin' poked in the backroom
Fools goi' home smellin' like perfume
Nothin' but ballers from different towns
A house full of Nino Browns

Shootin' pool, playin' craps and dominos
Niggas jackin' off decks and five point o's
It's all good, 'cause nobody gives a fuck
But look who pops up
(The nigga that talks, he's a bitch)

Vallejo niggas yelled out
(Snitch)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt
And straight went bezerk

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Friday, August 20, 2010

I Want My Shit - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: I Want My Shit
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
It was like March, April
Fuckin' Libra, fuckin'

Taurus, born in 1775
I'm like 300 and somethin' but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy the Kid
You probably think I'm only playin' but, I did

My daddy's were a 2 headed freak show
Mamma a fortune teller, Ezmerella Zella
Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board
And I was born the next day, Violent J

When I was 14, I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they though it'd fuck me up
I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, "What?"

Everybody tripped and called me the 'Clown Devil Boy'
'Child of the witch heifer', whatever
Tied me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, Smokey Nuts

After that they started bowin' and shit
Prayin' to me, you know how them primitives get
I said "Get off my dick I ain't a savior"
I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava

Four simple things in this bitch before I die
I wanna rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget and a little sip of Faygo too
'Til I get my shit, in this mothafucka I will never die

So anyway, fifty years passed, all my homies are old ass fucks
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in the search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, battled Terminators

Nothin' ever killed me, nothin' could harm me
I fought in the Civil War, Yankee's army
I walked across enemy lines with a Mac ten
Man they didn't even have that shit back then

How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
Well at least make this shit sound real man damn
I walked across enemy lines with a, lantern
Steady takin' cannon balls to the balls

The war ended, I traveled the country horse back
Until this fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
It didn't even smear the makeup

I took his gun and put a divit in his neck
The sheriff didn't like it, I got indicted
Eighty-seven long years in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in

They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin'
On they way out they like
"Yo ain't you like a hundred and somethin'?"
I said, "That's right

And I ain't gonna die till I get my shit, mothafucka"
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget just a little sip or two
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die

Yeah, I slept under bridges, lived in the valleys
I climbed up mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side

Well, my homey has an Impala blue '67
Last night we hit the road pushin' one eleven
I stuck my head out the window told 'em floor it the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post

Hell yeah cuz, hurts a little bit
But then ya get a straight buzz
The world hates me 'cause of shit like this
They always try and kill me but, miss

I know it's odd 'cause my face is forever painted
When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted
My tongues a little long I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it

And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
I sorta look like somethin' from the X-Files
People wanna see me die more then a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my shit

And I ain't gonna die till I get it
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget, I said "Faygo" fuck Mountain Dew
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die, die, die

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Friday, August 13, 2010

I Want My Sh*T - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: I Want My Sh*T
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
It was like March, April
Fuckin' Libra, fuckin'

Taurus, born in 1775
I'm like 300 and somethin' but I'm still alive
I used to hang with the original Billy the Kid
You probably think I'm only playin' but, I did

My daddy's were a 2 headed freak show
Mamma a fortune teller, Ezmerella Zella
Anyway they had sex on a Ouija board
And I was born the next day, Violent J

When I was 14, I tripped on the train track
And I was crushed right there on the steel rack
I'm out cold, they though it'd fuck me up
I got up and itched my butt, and I'm like, "What?"

Everybody tripped and called me the 'Clown Devil Boy'
'Child of the witch heifer', whatever
Tied me up, burned me and threw stones
Had a few scrapes and cuts, Smokey Nuts

After that they started bowin' and shit
Prayin' to me, you know how them primitives get
I said "Get off my dick I ain't a savior"
I'm what ya call a juggalo, and all I want is my flava

Four simple things in this bitch before I die
I wanna rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget and a little sip of Faygo too
'Til I get my shit, in this mothafucka I will never die

So anyway, fifty years passed, all my homies are old ass fucks
I ain't even got hair on my nuts
I left the village in the search of my ends
I wrestled alligators, battled Terminators

Nothin' ever killed me, nothin' could harm me
I fought in the Civil War, Yankee's army
I walked across enemy lines with a Mac ten
Man they didn't even have that shit back then

How you just gonna come in my shit and fuck it up?
Well at least make this shit sound real man damn
I walked across enemy lines with a, lantern
Steady takin' cannon balls to the balls

The war ended, I traveled the country horse back
Until this fool tried to horsejack
He put his gat to my head and blew my face up
It didn't even smear the makeup

I took his gun and put a divit in his neck
The sheriff didn't like it, I got indicted
Eighty-seven long years in the state pen
Until they finally forgot why they put me in

They had to let me go, can't hold me on nothin'
On they way out they like
"Yo ain't you like a hundred and somethin'?"
I said, "That's right

And I ain't gonna die till I get my shit, mothafucka"
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget just a little sip or two
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die

Yeah, I slept under bridges, lived in the valleys
I climbed up mountains, searched the alleys
More years passed and I still ain't died
Now I'm in Detroit on the Southwest Side

Well, my homey has an Impala blue '67
Last night we hit the road pushin' one eleven
I stuck my head out the window told 'em floor it the most
And let my nugget ping off a light post

Hell yeah cuz, hurts a little bit
But then ya get a straight buzz
The world hates me 'cause of shit like this
They always try and kill me but, miss

I know it's odd 'cause my face is forever painted
When I was born the bitch ass doctor fainted
My tongues a little long I choke people with it
Looks kinda nasty, but chicks dig it

And I told ya my neck can stretch for miles
I sorta look like somethin' from the X-Files
People wanna see me die more then a little bit
But I'm a juggalo, and as a juggalo I want my shit

And I ain't gonna die till I get it
I want a rusty axe, I wanna know voodoo
A fat bitch named Bridget, I said "Faygo" fuck Mountain Dew
'Til I get my shit in this mothafucka I will never die, die, die

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