Busa Rhyme - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: Busa Rhyme
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Robert W Parissi, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Marshall Mathers

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
And pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
I'm that vicious to walk up, and drop-kick midgets
They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
I'm lookin' for someone "Of" to beat the crap "Out"
I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically
(One more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls

Covered in throw-up and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, coz now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)
And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Coz everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nuttin'

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah, who?

Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim Shady
What's the deal?
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want
(Yo)
What you want
(Yo)
Ahh uhh yo

"A person from another planet might disagree with you"
"Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth"

Slim Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady
Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you
(Ahh!)
Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the couch

Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the east and west beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess
(Uh-huh)

It's rainin' rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'coz pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me damnit? Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
(Uh-huh)
Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground
(Uh)
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now

Uhh, one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh
Cool, cool, cool
Triple zero

Play the MP3 online for free!

2d8f68d585cefd086f0ad896c56f8df7

Don'T Wanna Die - Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Title: Don'T Wanna Die
Album: Loon
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Richard A Frierson, Chauncey Lamont Hawkins

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Uh check it out, yeah, let me tell you a little story
A little couple street tales, on the shit I be seeing
'Cuz yo I'm from Harlem and everyday I see shit yo
Like this, check it uh

Now here's a story 'bout a young kid
Had everything in life, never had to ask for nothing more than twice
His pops was getting his, moms was a lawyer
And his ball game almost had him draft to the hoier's

He fell in love with a chick named Latoya
But little did he know, Latoya was a hoe
Lot of shit 'bout Latoya he don't know
She fucked with some nigga named Bo who so blow

The day he found out, turned the town out
Ran up on Bo and his ass got pound out,
But yo when he came through he seen the devil in disguise
It was Bo with the devil in his eyes

Mack 11 on the side, him and seven other guys
And every last one of these niggas ready to ride
Beside the fact that this cat in the mix
Jaw all broke up but that could be fixed

Drawers all soaked up 'cuz that nigga pissed
Full force, cocked-back the rap nigga shit
Now perhaps nigga flipped or perhaps nigga cried
But deep down this nigga didn't really wanna die

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die

Now here's a story 'bout another nigga, by the name of Jermaine
This nigga pushing 30 and still in the game
He won't change, all he do is sniff cocaine
Recruit niggas outta school and poison they brain

I'm saying any nigga fucking with Jermaine
This nigga had you hustling in the rain
Or bust a nigga brain this dude was menacin' fact
But these dominance cats could finish him black

'Cuz he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight
That kid he had picture, caught ten in the face
Him and his ace, walk round with mack ten in his waste
But pop never been a disgrace

Word to mother, he got contract killers, combat niggas
They killed up a whole fifth of conic liquor
Skipped town thinking they wouldn't harm that nigga
Found out they know where your mom's at nigga

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die

The last story is Samantha, type of chick that you pamper
Got a lot of junk in her pamper, pops was a panther
Her mom's some happy camper
That thought the whole world of Samantha

Moved to Atlanta at the age of 18
Got a couple girls and they formed the A-team
Some playthings, specialize in blazing
Her and her girlfriend may ling from Beijing

They was bugged harassing the scrubs
Everybody knew 'bout Samantha and clubs
Gullable, get Samantha some drugs
And you can take her home and get Samantha some love

Back-shots, yo Samantha don't budge
Probably all the niggas that Samantha done fucked
Lotta kids, she can twist lotta ways
Till she found out she HIV positive

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die

Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die

Play the MP3 online for free!

65009e0e06993b85d4e8f22f5eaada8d

Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix) - Lyrics - Eazy E

Title: Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix)
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Henrik Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka
And this one goes out tah all the O.G.s out there
And I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up, niggaz?
My nigga, they came back with some of that old school original
West coast shit, nigga that got all of y'all in this dig
In the first place, yeah, so run that shit E, yeah

Cruising down tha street in my '64
Jacking tha freaks, clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come shooting some hoop

A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolling Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta)
(Wrong nigga tah fuck wit)
(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta)
(Wrong nigga tah fuck wit)

Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free-base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a Alpine

I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know, I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead, L.A. Times front page

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(Punk, punk muthafuckaz, like it ain't no thang)
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz, like it ain't no thang)

Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
Niggaz out there making that dolla
I pulled up in my '64 Impala

They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinking
And from tha 8-ball, my breath start stinking
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left, I hit tha Bacardi

I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave

She started talking shit, what did ya know?
Reached back like a pimp, slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on Pops, knocked his old ass out

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)
(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)
(And if a brotha talks shit, I give him a)

Now I'm rolling hard, now under control
Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh, brother"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another

Walking home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is driving Kilo on tha side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova

Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for ripping his Guess
Now he is caught for doing tha crime
For defense on tha boy, he'll do some time

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)

I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial, straight caught a fought

"Instruct him out tha court", said the judge
On a six year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over tah turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin

He yelled out fire, then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a submachine Uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Cuz tha boyz n tha hood are always hard
Ya come talking that trash, we'll pull ya cord
Knowing nuthing in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'cuz I ain't said shit

Play the MP3 online for free!

1d7c8b62f6ed63b0646bc532a5490838

Boyz-N-The-Hood (Remix) - Lyrics - Eazy-Duz-It - Eazy E

Title: Boyz-N-The-Hood (Remix)
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Henrik Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He said, ?My man JD is on freebase?
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine

Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, L.A. Times, front page

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala

They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin'
And from the 8-ball, my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left, I hit the Bacardi

Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb h*** says somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid *** by her nappy ass weave

She started talkin *** wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the h***
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

I'm rollin' hard now, I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 'round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother?
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another

Walkin' home, I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova

Kat got beaten for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the County Jail
Two days later in Municipal Court
Kilo G on trial, cold cut a fart

Disruption of a court said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin

He yelled out fire, then came Suzy
The *** came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***

Play the MP3 online for free!

711150eaff33c21c54268c4cf8d127af

Budge - Lyrics - Dinosaur Jr.

Title: Budge
Artist: Dinosaur Jr.
Composer(s): Joseph Jr Mascis

Lyric:
Grab a ride, see the wings for most fly
Try to picture me with you
Let's stop, we can crush at high speed
Hope we can feel enough for two

Yeah, I gave you a nudge
Not sure what to touch
Hey, made my last nudge
Why won't you just budge?

Grab a ride, see the wings for most fly
Try to picture me with you
We can gaze, then we'll trade to space plane
Tons of rubble to sift through

Yeah, I need a bug
Not sure what to touch
Hey, made my last nudge
Why won't you just budge?

Grab a ride, see the wings for most fly
Try to picture me with you
We can gaze, then we'll trade to space plane
Tons of rubble to sift through

Let's stop
We can crush at high speed
Hope we can feel enough for two

Play the MP3 online for free!

529b06cd3888a90aa77317cda62893a1

Busa Rhyme - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Busa Rhyme
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Robert W Parissi, Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady
Slim Shady

Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, till her whole face explodes

There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg

Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches
Hit a fuckin' pregnant chick in her stomach with luggage
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out and back out
Lookin' for some other thug, to beat the crap out

I'm bringin' you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
Speakin' so much Spanish, pun can't even understand it

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy

I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically
(One more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following

It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
Full of Earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls flush

Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up
(Shut up)
I made this rap game suspenseful, 'cause now I got a impulse
To give you insults wrote with a pencil
(Bitch)

And waste the paper on you, choppin' down the oakwood
'Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin'
You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nuttin'

Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me boy, Slim motherfuckin' Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy, Slim Shady
Yeah
Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot?
(Is it hot?)

Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want, what you want, ahh, uhh, yo

A person from another planet might disagree with you
Well, if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth

Slim Shady, Misdemeanor
Timbaland, Slim Shady, Misdemeanor

I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin' a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin' tecs at you until you see your fuckin' legs
With the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin' next to you

Fuckin' mad dog, foamin' at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin' at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
And shot every window out on the way down to the ground
(Keep filming)

Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped 'em in half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin' again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire

Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy, get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die

Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind
I think somebody done pissed her off this time
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess

It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud
Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me dammit? Bitch get down

Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile
Lay 'em on down, like they lived underground
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later or get your ass kicked now

Uhh, one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh, cool, cool, cool
Triple zero

Play the MP3 online for free!

9c43c8dd67443d68cc97a4e81956e5df

Crazy - Lyrics - Dreams

Title: Crazy
Artist: Dreams
Composer(s): Thelma Lee Guyton, Scott Spencer Storch, Taurian Adoni Shropshire, Chauncey Lamont Hawkins

Lyric:
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Boy I know you're a bit unsure
So I wanna let you know that you got me
Baby I'm all yours, gotta have you around
I don't wanna do without you here if you still don't get the picture

I'm crazy 'bout you
(Crazy)
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
(Boy I like the way)
Boy I'm for real

La la la la la la
I'm crazy 'bout you
(Make me feel)
And I, I gotta have you
(Gotta have you)
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
Boy I'm for real

La la la la la la, can't wait to be alone with you
Heart is racin' when you look at me
Baby if I could I would wanna feel this way for good
You don't know just what you do to me, baby I got to be wit you

I'm crazy 'bout you
(I'm crazy)
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you make me feel
Boy I'm for real
(Boy you make me feel good)

La la la la la la, I'm crazy 'bout you
(Don't let go)
And I, I gotta have you
(You're my baby)
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
(Boy I like the way you)
Boy I'm for real

I hope you really understand
(Me)
Can't make it hard for you to
(See)
That we
(Were meant to be together)

(So)
before I let you
(Go)
There's something I think you should
(Know)
That you, you got my

I'm young Marcus aka Harlem Knights
Good mornin' ma heard you had a long flight
You look so good and pretty as the sunshine
Girl yous a gold mine wifey and da whole nine

You captivated my whole mind first time I met you
And Lord knows I ain't got time to sweat you
But you look crazy in that new Mercedes
And baby I can't act like shit don't phase me

'Cuz I try to fight it, try to conceal and hide it
No matter what girl I can't deny it
I'm just a fool for your love, I'm cool out tha clubs
I just wanna move smooth like I'?m cruisin' on dubs
(Say what)

I'm a grown man ma I choose who I love
Choose who I hug, choose who I usually rub
For other chicks I don't usually budge
If you wanna know the reason why I choose you because
You got me crazy

I'm crazy 'bout you
(How you touch me baby)
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin'
(The way you make me crazy)
Me feel, boy I'm for real

La la la la la la
(Boy, I, like the way)
I'm crazy 'bout you
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
Boy I'm for real
(Break it down come on)

La la la la la la
I'm crazy 'bout you
(I'?m crazy 'bout you baby)
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
(You make me feel so good)
Boy I'm for real

La la la la la la
I'm crazy 'bout you
(Dream)
And I, I gotta have you
(2003)
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
Boy I'm for real
(Bad boy baby)

I'm crazy bout you
And I, I gotta have you
'Cuz I like the way you makin' me feel
Boy I'm for real, boy I'm for real

Yea I like this one

Play the MP3 online for free!

9c0b087bce3dbfd0ea03cc063b705f2b

Down 2 Tha Last Roach - Lyrics - It's on (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa - Eazy E

Title: Down 2 Tha Last Roach
Album: It's on (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Nicholas Kvaran, Arlandis T Hinton, Lasse Bavngaard, Rasmus Berg, Jesper Dahl, Kevin P Carter, Eric Wright

Lyric:
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Bitch

Ah, greetings earthlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin'
Wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin' world
Of gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Ohh me? I'm funk on your mind
Alias to you motherfucker's roach clip
And this here's my Kimosabe dumpin' shit on yo' ass
And my nigga goes by the name of BG Ashtray
And we 365, that means we fucked up all the way around
And our motto is

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

Creep'n through this cloud of smoke
With a little bit of funk to make ya choke in
Gangstas come feel good inside
As we take you for a ride to another dimension
Deep from a 4-0 O-Z
Two crooked ass niggaz on a cosmic journey
Straight from the planet G
Where the real niggaz dwell in the realms of Ruthless

Took a puff of the indo spliff
High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot
Break me off a proper piece so I can get fucked
With my nigga roach clip, BG Ashtray, dump that ash tray
Ruthless family, high as can be
Smoke that [unverified] psychedelically insane
And gettin' higher than a motherfucker

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

As I step through the smoke
Deep from a land broke, niggaz don't come to
Straight to Indonesia
Chronic fever step off punk, we don't need ya
Blaze a blunt to the boogie
And come take a ride on a journey with a real G
Life is easily explained on the level
Of smokin' bud with the motherfuckin' Devil in my imagination

Sup with these thoughts what a fly creation
Indo smoke from the land of G'z
Letting them know they can't handle these
Niggaz, straight from the planet Dime
I have come to put funk on your mind
Eazy-E better known as Mr. Roach Clip
So pass the bud 'cuz we still gettin' higher than a motherfucker

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

Now I'm real fucked up, yes, high as hell
Ring, ding, ding, do I hear some bells or am I just trippin'
Thinkin' about that 4 that I'm dippin'
Front, back, side to side on corners that's how a nigga gotta ride
Dip to the, dip to the back, bumpin' Eazy-E on 8 track

So blaze up a another skunky, funky, dookie, doobie
So we can get loogied, up some more, up, up it go
What's my name? Eazy-E, yo
The motherfuckin' bud smokin' loc'n
When I'm high as a kite causing ruckus, yeah
Gettin' higher than a motherfucker

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

Substance
Mar-a-Mutha-Fuckn-Wana
Common slang names
Pot, grass, dope, weed, homegrown, sinsemilla
Maui-wowie, Thai sticks, joints, roaches, indica
Concentrated rezi called hash or hashish
But some niggaz call it bud
Active Ingredient

Tetra hydro cannabinol, THC
Source
Cannabis sativa
Form a callogic classification
CNS, depressive hallucigent
Medical use
Experimental only,oh yeah, we still testing
And don't forget we still gettin' higher than a motherfucker

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck

I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
Instruct him out tha court said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge

Bailiff came over tah, turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a submachine uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

Gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Down to tha last roach

Play the MP3 online for free!

d7bbd9ac3ff9cbfcc083fe71898f1a82

I Know You See Me - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: I Know You See Me
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Anthony Hester, Kimberly Jones

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
I'm as real as real can get
As real can get, get
What you see is what you get

Ay, I know you see me on the screen now, right
I know you see me do my thing now, true
Tryin' hard not to stare, actin' like I wasn't there for you
Can you see me now? Am I clear to you?

On the red carpet in Mark Jacob's clothes
You see me fashion week, front row at all the shows
In your favorite fashion magazine, they feature the Queen
On the cover of Don Divas, doin' spreads with Eva

When we walk down the street, dudes call us the cover girl
We stand out when we next to them other girls
I don't bend easy, budge or break
Trust me, ju don't want it with the female Scarface

Your girl come through twirlin' in drop top 'Rossa'
Me and my la familia like a 'Goodfellas' poster
You see I'm somethin' you never seen befo'
I know you see me 'cause I'm somethin' that you came to know, oh

(I know you see me)
Dipped fresh, hoppin' out of a Rolls
(I know you see me)
In the town, ballin' out of control

(I know you see me)
V V S's set in platinum and gold
(I know you see me)
Standin' room only, all of my shows

(I know you see me)
Applebottom bustin' out of my jeans
(I know you see me)
On the screen with the man of your dreams

(I know you see me)
Front page of your new magazines
(I know you see me)
Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch

And you should see me in the summertime
Stretched out in one of my drop tops
All you hip-hop bitches borderline
(I know you see me)
I'm livin' off of your man, he supportin' ma

You'd kill me if I give you the chance, bitch I was born to shine
While you on your grind I'm on, beach front property
Thirty-eight snub nose, keep the snitches off of me
(I know you see me)
Look the rest of your life, ain't gon' find a bitch as raw as me

Grateful's what you oughta be, I heard somewhere it cost to be
The boss and I paid it, floss with the greatest
Ball outrageous the broad is amazin'
In the 6, grippin' woodgrain lane changin'

You coach flyin' hoes need boss bitch trainin'
I'm muy caliente sizzlin' hot flame
(I know you see me)
In private planes to Spain and you barely maintainin'
You ain't talkin' millions, you ain't speakin' my language
The Queen of the game and can't a damn thing change it

(I know you see me)
Dipped fresh, hoppin' out of a Rolls
(I know you see me)
In the town, ballin' out of control

(I know you see me)
V V S's set in platinum and gold
(I know you see me)
Standin room only, all of my shows

(I know you see me)
Applebottom bustin' out of my jeans
(I know you see me)
On the screen with the man of your dreams

(I know you see me)
Front page of your new magazines
(I know you see me)
Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch

What you see is what you get
Lil' Kim Queen Bee is real, as real can get
(What you see is what you get)

I'm a certified hustler, so cut that check
Raised in the streets of Brooklyn, what you expect?
(What you see is what you get)

What you see, what you see
What you see is what you get
What you see, what you see
What you see is what you get

(I know you see me)
Dipped fresh, hoppin' out of a Rolls
(I know you see me)
In the town, ballin' out of control

(I know you see me)
V V S's set in platinum and gold
(I know you see me)
Standin room only, all of my shows

(I know you see me)
Applebottom bustin' out of my jeans
(I know you see me)
On the screen with the man of your dreams

(I know you see me)
Front page of your new magazines
(I know you see me)
Ay show some love, papers stack, I'm the Queen bitch

What you see, what you see
What you see is what you get

Play the MP3 online for free!

5bbce074f76673fa66aa37fff7ee9adf

Fickle - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Fickle
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll fined when I reach rewined

Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
'Coz I dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knowz what I'll find when I reach, reach

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

I fined myself in a pickle is music against fickle
Surrounded by big dogs that I consider lckle
As they crash the particle the other giants
I might apply some knowledge and wait for a ripple
On my shoulder is a tripple
Some love it some hate the idea is hustle and publicly thugging
Squeeze a dollar from a nickle, my outlook feel free to judge it
I'll be damed if you budge it

Got my name on my cheque book, sole trading
I ain't even old ageing, but my question is my soul fading
I'm maintaining, 'coz I can't say I'm slaving but I guess I'm raving
But who's to say I'll make it unless I fake it
And if I overlook myself will it overdo my wealth will it?
This pains staking I got my head aching
Stressed out 'coz I let my money rake in

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Crossing tribulation as a skip across the nation
High sky playa I seen no limitations
Only God creations and Devil temptations
I see to reap the benifits of my publications
So show me where's the money?
Spare me the congratulations
Forget the industry for goverment and vaccinations

Everybody wanna be ghetto but nobody wanna be poor
All you follow fashion dummys ain't eating no more
You can dirty try to thank me you can start with a cheer
But if you choose to blag I'll take it to the next stair
I couldn't be a fool I keep it gully to the next
Rewind the ripple I demand the collects

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

To all my U.K roll youths
Stick on ya hustle boots, steady on, trudge along
Operation ghetto wrong, in the night come aboard
Find yourself a craft find a set make it strong
Perfect it before ya know it don't respect it
Remember it's your movie, so direct it

Never let nobody tamper with it or correct it
And by any means do what you want to protect it
'Coz there's money to be making, it's a cold world to
Nobody's got there best interest at heart like you
So any obstacle you come across find you away around
But if you feel it can't be found bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

'Coz I got so much to say in so little time
In such a short space I got so much to do
But if I can't find away around I'll find away across
And if I can't find away across I'll bore straight through

Dig real deep through the depths of mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I bore staight through
Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find, bore staight through

Dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Dig, dig, dig real deep through the depths of my mind
Lord knows what I'll find when I rewind

To the years when a teacher couldn't teach
Think back to the days where I couldn't be told
Now its a few years and I feel lost
Trying to live the high life but at what cost

Play the MP3 online for free!

e8b405b15fe88dc9717f83d4573cfb19

J.I.M.M.Y. - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: J.I.M.M.Y.
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): T Holiday, J Graham, M Brown, Shelby Joyner, Jim Jones

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
J.I.M.M.Y.

Capo, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Eastside, say what, what's my motherfuckin' name?
DipSet, Byrd Gang

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

Now when the hell would it stop
I keep evading the law, getting tailed by the cops
I keep breakin' the law, got a bail on spot
You can't cool me off, tried to tell you I'm hot

Goin' hard for 16
Livin' that fast life like I'm made for the big screen
And y'all know how I get in the club
A nigga knew the bouncer, a 4-fifth in the club

I try to two step, 4-fifth can't budge
So I'm posted in the back while I'm twistin' up bud
Got some hoes in the back and they sippin' on suds
Blowin' smoke on the dough, poppin' Cris' with the thugs

Shit, I'm a boss I said
A DipSet gangsta I don't cross my legs
G's up, eastside, code red
Beef what, we ride low pay

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

What they gonna do with the Capo
Got a hard body clique that'll shoot for the Capo
When they drive by the strip they saluting the Capo
Keep one fly bitch up in the coupe with the Capo

Now a days all it pays to come jukin' them macho's
The other half must think I'm suite 'cause I gato
Or maybe it's because I keep my pants off my ass

I am my own boss, I only answer for cash
I only fear the law, so fuck a man with a badge
And I'm tryin' to duck the law dogs I'm gettin' indicted
They done showed me the money, shit the kid got excited

So if the kid get an inch, well, I'm takin' a yard
And if the kid do get bitch, well, I'm takin' a yard
That's till the day that I'm charged
We be leavin' out the club, my crew racin' the cars
Who's at your favorite broad

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

I done ran through most clubs that they have in my city
Dancin' in the spot with my hammer getting pissy
One hand up on the bitch other hand on my blizzy
I kicked my G mac, tryin' to slip her a mickie

Lord, help the boy they tryin' get me
Always pull me over they be dyin' to frisk me
Car smell like weed and I be reakin' of liquor
Told me I was free but they see I'm the nigga

I gotta leave 'em one bigger
I said I'm from a hood where police gettin' hit up
Get up, let's not make it a issue
But if a nigga piss me off I'm goin' straight to the pistol

Then we could make it official
Next time you see ya mama
Won't be awake when she kiss you
I'm just tryin' to get some paper
And avoid all the haters

Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up 8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross

And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain 500 thou' 'cause I'm brought up in the gloss
And I'm caught up in the cross
I'm a winner, I ain't tryin' to get caught up with a loss

J.I.M.M.Y.
J.I.M.M.Y.

Play the MP3 online for free!

c080961e169c4a2f797cf4ac17c97d4d

Life On The Street - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Life On The Street
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): W Jennings, J Sample

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
Mass hysteria, illusion, widespread across the world
Riots are reported in London and the United Nations
Is calling for an emergency meeting

Ayo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack
Escapin' jail all day to get my money back
Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back
Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act

Oh, his chain is phat, fuck that, snatch that, flash the gat
When really all I wanted to do was rap, one two y'all
I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
Cla clack take that, catch a heart attack

I am the illest MC on the streets today
But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way
But I say I destroy crews like an AK
Well okay, please explain why you talk this way

'Cause you can sell a million records and be wack, word up
You can have mad skills and don't sell jack
It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration
On the internet in front of the whole nation

In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge
And no love, that's how it is when you a thug
If push comes to shove I rise above
And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Me and my peeps on the creep, deep like sleep
Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep
The more I try to get out, the more I realize I can't
So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant

The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle
And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble
And yeah I heard your story, you fuckin' niggas bore me
On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory

You ask Joe, you sad as John Doe
You can fool some heads but the real niggas know, word up
Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills
I got one question for you, how that shit feel?

You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill
My grandmother got more skill
My man A+ put the bug in my ear
But don't make me open that door and have to go there
Because

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Truthfully, I went from havin' nothing to eat, to eatin' a feast
I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites
I went from a twenty four hour a day crime wave
To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid

And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me
And if you don't ask somebody on the street
But Murray never worry, the girls love me very
Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry

Total captivation, domination with conversation
That'll be talked about by the younger generation
Remedial MCs always implement violence
That's because they ain't got no talent

So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest
Nevertheless, fuck who's bein' the best
More small rappers unite for world peace, word up
And take back our streets, yo

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Play the MP3 online for free!

4c474c0644d93bb6d68be675f466e385

I Ain'T No Joke - Lyrics - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: I Ain'T No Joke
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): E Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke
When I'm gone no one gets on 'cuz I won't let
Nobody press up and mess up the scene I set
I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder, damn
But think about it then you'll understand
I'm just an addict, addicted to music
Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it

Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm
I hook a beat up convert it in to hip-hop form
Write a rhyme in graffiti in, every show you see me in
Deep concentration 'cuz I'm no comedian
Jokers are wild if you wanna be tame
I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named
Another enemy, not even a friend of me
'Cuz you'll get fried in the end when you pretend to be

Competing 'cuz I just put your mind on pause
And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit' yours
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Remember me, the one you got your idea from?
But soon you start to suffer the tune'll get rougher
When you start to stutter that's when you had enough of
Biting it?ll make you choke, you can't provoke
You can't cope, you should of broke because I ain't no joke

I got a question, as serious as cancer
Who can keep the average dancer
Hyper as a heart attack, nobody's smiling
'Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm styling
This is what we all sit down to write
You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite
Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits
Get the style down packed then it's time to switch

Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours
Then you fake it, you're ready for the neighborhood chores
The E M C E E don't even try to be
When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me
You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around that can aggravate me
So when you see me come up, freeze
Or you'll be one of those seven MC's

They think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew that
They who think wrong are they who can't do that
Style that I'm doing, they might ruin
Patterns of paragraphs based on you and
Your offbeat DJ, if anything he play
Sound familiar, I'll wait till E say
Play 'em, so I'ma have to dis and bro
You could get a smack for this, I ain't no joke

I hold the microphone like a grudge
B'll hold the record so the needle don't budge
I hold a conversation 'cuz when I invent
I nominated my DJ the president
When I'm see I'll, people freestyle, going steadily
So pucker up and whistle my melody
But whatever you do, don't miss one
They'll be another rough rhyme after this one

Before you know it, you're following and fiending
Waiting for the punch line to get the meaning
Like before the moral of my story I'm telling
Nobody beats the R, so stop yelling
Save it, put it in your pocket for later
'Cuz I'm moving the crowd and B a record fader
No interruptions till the mic is broke
When I'm gone, then you can joke

'Cuz everything is real on a serious tip
Keep playing and I get furious quick
And I take you for a walk through hell
Freeze your dome then watch your eyeballs swell
Guide you out of triple stage darkness
When it get dark again then I'ma spark this
Microphone 'cuz the heat is on, you see smoke
And I'm finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke

Play the MP3 online for free!

d7f69bcc099bfbfdc6fa36ffc1b1ecad

Z - Lucky Me - Lyrics - Vol. 1: In My Lifetime - Jay

Title: Z - Lucky Me
Album: Vol. 1: In My Lifetime
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Karen Anderson, Anthony Best, Shawn Carter, Steven Jordan

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in?
There's gotta be them times you'll be wrong, nah mean?
How can a motherfucker go round and hate a nigga
He never even met that he don't even know and shit?
I think this rap shit is all beef

Y'all dont even know every day I'm livin' with stress
Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest
Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless
I'm on the dance floor, hot ass vest
You think I'm freakin' these chicks, right?
I'll try not to brush against they chest

You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped
Swear to everything when I leave this earth
It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
You could try me fucker but when I squeeze it hurts, fine
We'll lose two lives, yours and mines
Gimme any amount of time don't let Ms. Carter grieve

At the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve
Told the judge didn't budge it was him or me
And I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged
Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God
And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars
Lucky me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

I hate all girls with ulterior motives
That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters
Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters
Hear the hate in my voice, right? I hate that you noticed
Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own
Hate a nigga, like that fagot, get your own

Hate that I can't roam the street without the clip and chrome
Knowing one day Im'a have to flip, c'mon
You know the shit don't stop 'til the Crist don't pop
And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don't lock
I'm trapped the whole worlds against me in fact
It ain't no turning back, bring it on

Hate the price of fame 'cause it cost too much
Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much?
Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us
Steady looking for flaws through us
Lucky me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived)
(I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly
But I know any type of success breeds envy
I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me
Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny
For Jesus is Heaven bound so how I'm gon' receive
Anything y'all pour to the ground next time throw it up

And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife, I show it up
Dont grieve for me my art remains
like a dart from the speaker to your heart
Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal
Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life
Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife

Next time your thinking heist better be precise
'Cause I'm fully prepared, one of us is gon' leave here
I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow
My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo

You only know what you see
(I been told, since I was 4 years old, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived)
(I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

You only know what you see
(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived
I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)
(You know?)

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

Play the MP3 online for free!

50912923651c852f51bc8cb4f499b426

Murder In My Heart For The Judge - Lyrics - Wow/Grape Jam - Moby Grape

Title: Murder In My Heart For The Judge
Album: Wow/Grape Jam
Artist: Moby Grape
Composer(s): Jerry Miller, Don Stevenson

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
Well, that bad old judge wouldn't budge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge

Walked into the courtroom
Know this was gonna bring me down
And that big fat bald representative of justice
And the prosecutor began to frown

I'm sorry, sorry for the things I've done
I sure want to change my evil ways
And the judge looked down at me and said
For getting smart, boy
Gonna give you more than a lifetime

Murder in my heart for the judge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
Well, that mean old judge wouldn't budge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge

Now he said, if you look like a man
I will be your friend, just give me your money
And cut off your hair, boy
I don't want to see your ugly face again

Murder in my heart for the judge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge
Well, that mean old judge he would not budge
I've got murder in my heart for the judge

I've got murder in my heart for the judge
Murder, murder in my heart
Murder, murder, don't take me away
Murder, murder, murder in my heart
Murder, oh, oh, oh, murder

Play the MP3 online for free!

abcd5d8616da34cb0a9fc57b28f71bbf

Jiggle The Handle - Lyrics - We Kill Everything - Gwar

Title: Jiggle The Handle
Album: We Kill Everything
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): David E Brockie, Michael Derks, Don Drakulich, Bob Gorman, Hunter Jackson, Scott Krahl, Matt Maguire, David M Musel, Casey D Orr, Bradley Dunbar Roberts, Danielle Stampe

Lyric:
Gwar, I bring forth the portal potty
Coming to feed on the shit from your bodies
Your turds have more power than mere human feces
Let's use it's great power to recover the pieces

Hey, hey jackass, yeah you
You got to love me so good
Yeah, yeah, you can depend on me
Depending on, if my water's on

If my pipe's unlogged
Ahh, if you're water-logged, baby
I am the hole I am your toilet bowl I'll suck your soul
Just pay, just pay my shitty toll, ahh

Coated in shit I give all you desire
Mystical doorway swimming in mire
We'll use the plunger if blockage won't budge
It's a door through the plane of fudge

So many times I have found you
Still I always piss on the ground
Now that I can use you
I'm gonna stop fucking around

If you need shit then I got shit
On that you can depend I'll pump your stump
You fuckin' hump, my crappy, crap-caked friend

The Portal Potty, a gift from the Gods
Let's pay it tribute and bury our wads
I think we know what it's all about
Jiggle the handle and watch something jump out

I am a woman and I have my needs.
You can never really know just where or when I'll bleed
You need my egg, I need your seed
But pray at the altar, the toilet must feed

Yeah, I'll bring ya some suckers for a killing spree
Just keep that fucking tampon away from me

Take in this world, it's so beautiful
Filthy humans, you're all so full of it
That which you can't stand you can't understand
Speak the mystic words and bring forth
A turd you turn around into it and turn over to me

Cross the river, leave the abyss
Give the seat of the toilet a kiss
Each Virgin sacrifice speaks these magic words
Well, jiggle the handle, and call forth a turd

Yeah, here it comes, baby, I'm dropping my load
I'm ain't just on it, I am the commode, ahh

The power of the toilet must never be abused
He must be plunged, he must be sponged
Or carnage could ensue if a dead sheep had clogged him
Who knows what could arrive maybe it will bring
The Master here, wouldn't that be a surprise?

Play the MP3 online for free!

fdf842e87507368964e11724ec5008fd