5150 - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: 5150
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): R (King Tee) Mcbride, M (Dj Pooh) Jordan

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Lyric:
It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day
So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy

Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash

Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song 'Knee Deep'
So, I popped it in, then I pumped it up
Love hearin' funk because disco sucks

Body got chills when the basses started poundin'
I took off because I'm goin' to town and
Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school
Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool

The way I [Incomprehensible]

Now, I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin
He answered the phone and said, "What's up?" I said, "What's happenin?"

He said, "Where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch
The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck
If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother"

Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco
Amount and I pulled out a 10
And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool"

Now, I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin
Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin'
It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane

Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
He said, "When we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn"
So, he got in the car, lookin' half-dead
So, I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head

Now, I'm feelin' tipsy and I'm headed for Watts
But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop?
Sexy Susanna had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair but they say it's not real

Aladdin yelled, she threw a rock at my glass
So, I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky, I was nice and I didn't act a fool

We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit, so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, I tried not to fall
Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl

Got to the door and what spots my eye?
My homeboy, Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai
So, I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay"
I took a hit for my mouth spray

This girl asked me to dance but I told the hoe no
'Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended, that's splendid
Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it

'Cause I feel like a gangster and I just don't care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me

I get nutty, act a fool when I want to
Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life
Beat you down, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe
Do you know why? Do you know, do you know why? 'Cause I'm cool

Well, kill me
Shoot me, muthafucka
I gotcha
Oh, goddamn

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A Few Words For The Dead - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: A Few Words For The Dead
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Steve Hogarth, Mark Kelly, Ian Mosley, Steve Rothery, Pete Trewavas

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Lyric:
Can you make it on your own?
Can you take it by the throat?
Make your own luck, learn the skills
Get in early for the kill

It carries on

Pick up the weapon
Marry it, give it your name
Define yourself by it
Take it down the disco

It carries on

Trigger happy, pullin' power
Lady killer, take them out
See the weirdos on the hill
Come to get you if you stand still

It carries on

Somewhere in history you were wronged
Teach your children to bang the drum
Tell all your family, tell all your friends
Teach your brothers to avenge

It carries on

Or you could love
Or you could love
Or you could love
You could love, you could love

Lie down in the flowers
In the blue of the air
Open your eyes
Why use up your life for anything else?

No need to fight for what everyone has
What do you need?
It's already there, it's already there
It's already there, it's already there

You could love, you colud love
You could love

So he carried the stars in his pocket
He drank the sunrise till he was drunk
He embraced the angels
They swam like little minnows in his blood

Ghosts in his eyes, out walking beside him
Laughing like children in his mind
They chanted his mantra together
Together, together, together

You could love, you could love
You could love

You were happy

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Dead Disco - Lyrics - Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? - Metric

Title: Dead Disco
Album: Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?
Artist: Metric
Composer(s): Emily Haines, James Shaw, Joules Scott-Key

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Lyric:
Skip town, slow down
Push it to the east coast
Step down turn around
Push it to the west

Needless, useless
We?re asking for too much I guess
'Cause all we get is

Dead disco, dead funk
Dead rock n' roll
Remodel, everything has been done
La la la la la la la la la la

Dead disco, dead funk
Dead rock n' roll
Remodel, everything has been done
La la la la la la la la la la

Tits out, pants down
Overnight to London
Touch down, look around
Everyone?s the same

World wide, air tight
No one?s got a face left to blame
And all we get is

Dead disco, dead funk
Dead rock n' roll
Remodel, everything has been done
La la la la la la la la la la

Dead disco, dead funk
Dead rock n' roll
Remodel, everything has been done
La la la la la la la la la la

I know, I know you tried to change things
I know, I know you tried to change
I know, I know you tried to change things
I know you tried to change, I know

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I Love Ladies - Lyrics - Rhyme Pays - Ice T

Title: I Love Ladies
Album: Rhyme Pays
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high
Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly
Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here
Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs

Jumped into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit
Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it
Now you're at the jam but in for a shock
Stupid big line wrapped around the block

Through the walls of the hall you could hear me rhyme
Methodically you schemed a way to cut in line
Got inside the sight straightened your curls
'Cause as if you look around all you could see were girls

I love ladies

Yeah I think it's time that I tell the truth
I been dissin' females since my early youth
But you know that's a drag and there's no doubt
'Cause girlies are the one thing that I can't do without

Female companionship is my one vice
I love to buy the girls things, love to treat 'em real nice
Homeboys you must admit the best part of each day
Is when a beautiful lady comes walkin' your way

Females possess that one commodity
That no man will ever have not that hangs around me
They got it, we want it, move it and flaunt it
Shake it and sway it, die just to lay it

Try to suppress it till they undress it
Beg 'em to use it, cry not to lose it
No man can deny it, don't even try it

I love ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
I love Ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
That sounds nice
You know we love you Ice

I'm a junkie for females and that's the fact
I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back
Don't dig goin' to the movies alone
Or talkin' to myself on the telephone

Goin' to a disco that's packed with men
It's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen
Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys
And a beach full of fellas never opened my eyes

And man if females are one thing that you don't need
You better get away from me at a high rate of speed
'Cause if you don't like them you must like men
And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin

Because to me women are God's true gift
There's absolutely no question who I'd rather be with

I love ladies

I seen this fly girl walkin' down the street
Jammin' a box rockin' to the beat
The girl looked pretty, she really looked nice
So I said to myself she's got to be with the Ice

Walked over to her, started sayin' my rhyme
She said, "Ice you're so bad, you damn near blew my mind"
I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth
The next thing I knew I was at her house

Looked at her closely, said for goodness sake
The girl was cut like a diamond, had curves like a snake
Her top half was heaven, the bottom was the hell
I knew tonight that the Ice was gonna rock well

But then she started talkin' mess about love and romance
Till she noticed the bulge growin' in my pants
Should'a seen the girl's eyes as my body expanded
She grabbed for my leg, raw sex she demanded

My knees started knockin', I tried to run
She said, "Please don't leave Ice, I want you to come"
This girl meant business I had no doubt
This is just about the time that the Ice passed out

The next day I woke, the girl was through
Room still smokin', my legs black and blue
My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight
My knees still knockin', I knew I lost weight

She was the best y'all, yes on this earth
I would'a paid a million dollars, that's what it was worth
If I had got her name or number it would'a been nice
But I'm here to let you know the girl went off on the Ice

I love ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
I love Ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
That sounds nice
You know we love you Ice

No when it comes to partyin' the ladies know how
When I ask for a reply they always scream ow
It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill
Sometimes it's jealous M C's mad 'cause they ain't on the bill

Maybe they scared if they say ho, they might lose their cool
But I got some news for you, a fool's a fool
Don't get me wrong, most fellas do rock
They put their hands in the air, they take the show to the top

They start rockin' with the ladies once the show begins
They don't stand lookin' stupid like some mannequins
They don't lean against the wall like they're I some trance
They did not come with no intention to party or dance

You know what? Yo dead beats should just stay home
Leave me, my homeboys and the ladies alone

We love ladies

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Miss Europa Disco Dancer - Lyrics - Know Your Enemy - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Album: Know Your Enemy
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Sean Moore, Nicholas Allen Jones

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Lyric:
Miss Europa disco dancer
Feel the drug of your persona
Miss Europa disco dancer
I'm in Heaven when I see you

Miss Europa disco dancer
Favorite son and favorite daughter
Miss Europa disco dancer
I suck, suck up all of your power

So serene, the world turns blue
Heads are spinning, it feels so good
It's poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty

Miss Europa disco dancer
Brutally becomes a no hoper
Miss Europa disco dancer
Had your luck and had your chances

Miss Europa disco dancer
I never reached the supernova
Miss Europa disco dancer
Wake up drunk and then fall over

So messed up, the world turns gray
All washed up with debts to pay
It's agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away

So serene, the world turns blue
Yes, you're spinning, it feels so good
It's poetry, sheer poetry
The way you destroy your beauty

So messed up, the world turns gray
All washed up with debts to pay
It's agony, sheer agony
The way your life just fades away

Brain dead motherfuckers
Brain dead motherfuckers
Brain dead motherfuckers
...

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Bring Me The Disco King - Lyrics - Reality - David Bowie

Title: Bring Me The Disco King
Album: Reality
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Bowie

Lyric:
You promised me the ending would be clear
You'd let me know when the time was now
Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Stab me in the dark, let me disappear

Memories that flutter like bats out of hell
Stab you from the city spires
Life wasn't worth the balance
Or the crumpled paper it was written on

Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible

Hot cash days that you trailed around
Cold cold nights under chrome and glass
Led me down a river of perfumed limbs
Sent me to the streets with the good time girls

Don't let me know we're invisible
Don't let me know we're invisible

We could dance, dance, dance through the fire
Dance, dance, dance through the fire

Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don't know about you, I don't know about you

Dead or alive
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king

Spin-offs with those who slept like corpses
Damp morning rays in the stiff bad clubs
Killing time in the 70's
Smelling of love through the moist winds

Don't let me know when you're opening the door
Close me in the dark, let me disappear
Soon there'll be nothing left of me
Nothing left to release

Dance, dance, dance through the fire
Dance, dance, dance through the fire

Feed me no lies
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Breathe through the years
I don't know about you, I don't know about you
Bring me the disco king
I don't know about you, I don't know about you

Dead or alive
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king

Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king
Bring me the disco king

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Eurodisco - Lyrics - Bis

Title: Eurodisco
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): Steven Clark, Amanda Mckinnan, John Clark

Lyric:
The party's at it's end
A style is named and it's dead
There is no latest trend
I eat just what I'm fed

Pump it up, pump it up
Pump it up bah bad up
To the top, to the top
To the top dah dah dop

The party's at it's end
A style is named and it's dead
There is no latest trend

If it's a new beginning
Then I don't want to know
If it's not worth pretending
Then I don't want to know

I'm just so sick of listening
What should I want to know
I lost my 15 minutes
On Eurodisco

The musics in my head
I thought music was dead
Give me the words I'll sing
But I can't feel a thing

I'll be there pump it up,
Pump it up, pump it up, bah bad up
Just don't stop, just don't stop
Just don't stop, stop dah dah dop

The party's at it's end
A style is named it's dead
There is no latest trend

If it's a new beginning
Then I don't want to know
If it's not worth pretending
Then I don't want to know

I'm just so sick of listening
What should I want to know
I lost my 15 minutes
On Eurodisco

Eurodisco, you're so disco

If it's a new beginning
Then I don't want to know
If it's not worth pretending
Then I don't want to know

I'm just so sick of listening
What should I want to know
I lost my 15 minutes
On Eurodisco

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Rodeo Clowns - Lyrics - On And On - Jack Johnson

Title: Rodeo Clowns
Album: On And On
Artist: Jack Johnson
Composer(s): Jack Johnson

Lyric:
Sweeping the floors, open up the doors
Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing because it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music

Bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of soul
Many people, so many problems, so many reasons
To buy another round, drink it down
Just another night on the town

With the big man, money man, better than the other man
He got the plan with the million dollar give a damn
When nobody understands hell become a smaller man

The bright lights keep flashing, the women keep on dancing
With the clowns, they pick me up when I'm down
The Rodeo Clowns, they pick me up when I'm down

The disco ball spinning, all the music and the women
The shots of Tequila, they'll say that they need ya
But what they really need is just a little room to breath
Teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands
Her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things

Symbolic of change but the thing that is strange
Is that the changes occurred, now she's just a part of the herd
I thought that you heard, the changes occurred
Just a part of the herd

Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
You walk by look at him but he can't look at you
You might feel pity but he only feels the ground
You understand moods but he only knows let down

By the corner there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
You try to live but he's done trying
Not dead but definitely dying
With the rest of the clowns

Sweeping the floors, open up the doors
Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing because it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music

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Stealing People'S Mail - Lyrics - Fresh Fruit For Rotten Vegetables - Dead Kennedys

Title: Stealing People'S Mail
Album: Fresh Fruit For Rotten Vegetables
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Jello Biafra, Klaus Flouride, Darren Henley, East Bay Ray

Lyric:
We ain't going to the party
We ain't going to the game
We ain't going to the disco
Ain't gonna cruise down main

We're stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail
On a Friday night

Drivin' in the mountains
Winding 'round and 'round
Rummage through your mailboxes
Take your mail back to town

And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms
Money, bills and canceled checks
Pretty funny pictures of your kids

We're gonna steal your mail
On a Friday night
We're gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlight

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful
After grocery sackful after grocery sackful
After grocery sackful after grocery sackful
Of the private lives of you

People say that we're crazy
We're sick and all alone
But when we read your letters
We're rolling on the floor

And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms
Money, bills and canceled checks
We cut relationships with your friends

We're gonna steal your mail
On a Friday night
We're gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlight

We better not get caught
We'll be dumped in institutions
Where we'll be drugged and shocked
'Til we come out Born Again Christians

Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail
Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail
On a Friday night

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Tear It Off - Lyrics - Blackout! (with Redman) - Method Man

Title: Tear It Off
Album: Blackout! (with Redman)
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Jerome Brailey, George Clinton, Erick Sermon, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Clifford Smith, Philippe Wynn, Barbarella Bishop, Ronald Ford, Ricky Walters, Jason Hunter, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, Linda Shider, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Yo man glorious
This is protected
By the Red
And Tical

Slap it down
Way out of bounds
Throw in your towels
Fo' we gun down

Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode
When Doc come drop a shit load
Grip fo's
Mushrooms, did those

Deep pistol
Whip hoes
I bitch O's
Money, roll, I stick a zip code

Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row
Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose
My Benz built with wings and 6-0's
My flows is North Pole cold

My hands got area's that fits snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's
My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes
Shows, niggas pack 6 rolls

We're losin' 'em
His hart won't get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze
I could hum and shit cold

Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

I get scanned, rip sand
With this stick style
Pistol, lick ground
Get off my dick now

Kick crowd, hot style
You-get-shot-style
Timid, scared to get in it
These dogs is rock rowd

Unchained, untained, you know my name
Act strange, pack flame
It's not a game
Just ill flows, that kills shows

You can feel yo
Kickin' in you do', like a steel toe for real do'
Y'all gon' learn I spit germs
When you come showin' on Big Worm

You gets burned
Punks don't get turned, they get done
And get sun, come get some
The last victim lye in a ditch

Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit
Me and Funk Doc get, toxic
A bowl of rice and some chopsticks
Go make your Wu just imposters

Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

You try to O.K Corel
With Doc and Methical
Bar saloon fight without weapons out
Strechmarks like Belly on Kevin Lous

One yard to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down

Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out

Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth
Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dig 'em out

Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the ruckas and love to dish it out
3 watched MC's, start wristin' out
Get your whole camp put on the missile foul
Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital

Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

Method Man
We just ice
Men of mice, ain't nothing nice
Redman

Fuck your life
Method Man
Your tight, just light to fight
We move right, on fright night

When niggas right
We bust pipe, condo's that suck tight
We all right, you all hype and war's right
In the source, with half mic, you half life

And half dead, blasted on glass bed
I'm past dead, eyes red, the hash head
Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'
Take my turn frontin'

Def Jam ain't heard nothin' yet
Suspect, ruff necks
Buck 'em down or you get busted
Never leave home without my muskett

Trust this, out for justice, clown
And caught on Judgment Day, call Joe Brown
Take MC's to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, they all fall down

Master these bastards with hazardous tactics
Semi automatic full rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattress
All you kids is ass backwards and visa versa

Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

Come on, yo tear the roof off
Nigga, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us, you don't

Huh
Yo, you don't want to fuck with us
You don't
Yo, You don't want to fuck with us
You don't

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The Show Must Go On - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Show Must Go On
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Awwwwwwwwww, Shit! Yo, check it out, man, ICP back in the haugh man
Violent-J, man, 2 Dope, man, wicked clownz, man. Ha ha ha

Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth cause here comes my wang
I'm Violent-J, the southwest skitzo
Born in a big top magical-majisto
Dead-body disco. Rappin' to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoe's come up with a smoochie
Hoochie-coochie, la la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya
It's a full moon and the riddles are calling
Three more cards and the skies will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town
Juggalugagaluga lick it down, man up till my nuts start singing, dancing
Hopping
I'm a keep bringing riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand
The show must go on

'Well, it all began when I was very young. My feelings were so excited about
The carnival
Rides. Everyone was jolly and jittery. I waited for their wackets until well
After dusk. That
Night, while I was sleeping, I was awoken by a glow appearing. And, looking
Out, I saw
Strange men, cursing and filthy, and there were clowns, setting up their dreary
Tent.'

I'm 2 dope and I sport tight wranglers
Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck bitch
Everybody 'round, make way for the clown
In New York, in LA, in southwest town
Walked into El Rays, almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoe's have 'em swing by the tomb
And get a little stinky stank up in this bitch
Killer clowns kicked out the circus
Used to get live let the midget ladies work this
I was a freak show, they called me the pogo
I can make my ballsack bob like a yoyo
'Give it up! Give it up!'
Southwest looney tune, killed another red neck fun
His head a looney dune, gooney boon, gooney goon
I can hear the loons in my head as I sing my wicked song
The show must go on

'I've never been afraid of clowns but these clowns were different. There was
Nothing
Funny about these clowns at all. The smiled, they juggled, they laughed, but
Yet something
Was terribly, terribly, wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see
Through them, I
Knew what they were really like. I knew that this carnival that had come to my
Village was
An evil, evil thing.'

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang?
Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man
I bang in a gang, mang
You can suck my wang, mang
Richie-boy, bitchie-boy, it's a southwest thing
Serial murderer, southwest maniac
Slaughterer, lunatic, highschool brainiac
Straight A school boy, School kid
'Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone, the show must go on

'Aged friends are fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness within
The carnival
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell, their faces covered in blood. I ran
From the
Carnival grounds and yet every road and every path lead me right back to the big
Tent. I
Had to escape from the strongman, the freak shows, and the Ringmaster '

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Rrrrrinnnng
'Yello?'
'Speak ta Chicken Neck?'
'Who?'
'Chicken neck.'
'Nobody by that name here.'
'What about Chicken Balls?'
'Nope.'
'What about Chicken fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?'
'Look boy, you got the wrong number.'
Click

Rrrrrinnnng
'What the ? Hello?!'
'Speak ta Rednuts?'
'Who?'
'Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he there?'
'Goddamnit!'
Click

Rrrrrinnnng
'Lemme git dis! Who in da hell is dis?!'
'Speak ta Fatboy?'
'WHO IN DA HELL IS DIS?!'
'I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck fuckin' Chickenboy! Is he there?'
'Goddamnit!clickFuckin' no good bastards!'
Knock knock knock knock
'Git da damn door!'
'Yeah, I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs.'
'Whut! You goddamn little!'
Machinegun shots and breaking glass
'It's from the wicked clowns '

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The Art Of Getting Jumped - Lyrics - Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump - De La Soul

Title: The Art Of Getting Jumped
Album: Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Marcus Miller, Luther Vandross

Lyric:
I was on my way to the disco
You know the club, Maseo was rocking rub that night
Midnight to four, name at the door
But the whole crew I can get in as well
So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith

Let this be a jam that we need not miss
Yeah, I'm already en route, no doubt
Might even jump up on the mic to make sure that this party's turned out
And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line
To stand we find girls screaming the blues
Miscellaneous shoes everywhere

Yo Mase, what happened here?
Go Brooklyn, yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules
Bump in that people and out come the tools
Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews

And that's why them dudes hearts all pumped
Done closed the club down
'Cause one of they niggaz got jumped
Jump, jump, jump to it

Uh-huh, you heard the hook
No matter you Braveheart or shook
You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left
Kicks to the mids relieving you of breath

I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized
Some saw it coming and for others it was surprise
Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the

Jump, jump, jump to it
Jump, jump, jump to it

Yo, when they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included
Chicks can get into it, 'specially pretty broads
My New York City dawgs seem to master the art
When you hear the, whoo, that's when the bullshit'll start

It only takes a second less you got on ice
Just for wearing your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice
Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass
My only advice is don't fall and book ass

For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position
Where your lip'll catch a hickie, girl, they'll fuck your mascara
Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for having good hair
Man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots

It's never one or two of 'em, they heading out in troops
Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits
Waiting for the first vic to disrespect
Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the

Jump, jump, jump to it
Jump, jump, jump to it
Jump, jump, jump to it
Jump, jump, jump to it

It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies
And ya best believe we came to party
Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew
Against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya

For reasons like, not in the right part of town
Acting like you wore a crown
Some occasions long and mean to earn the right
To throw signs wearing only one color scheme

And being positive is no exclusion
That's an illusion, you can still catch contusions
For flossing your hard-earned shine
I'm talking games is [Incomprehensible] the longest
Then it's some other niggaz time

You'll get beat out of your mind
Just for rage, shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage
Just for holding it down on the mic, you could be talking
Black people unite and still catch a lump from the

Jump, jump, jump to it
Jump, jump, jump to it
Jump, jump, jump to it
Jump, jump, jump to it

Yo, it's this joint, called 'The Art of Getting Jumped'
We had to put this one on the album y'know?
Yeah, this is dedicated to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany
That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fucking club

Tried to knock me senseless, they just couldn't get me though
That's why I second round outside on 'em
Pull out some fucking guns, punk bastards
And that's why my ass was hiding under the bridge

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Tell It To The Kids - Lyrics - Bis

Title: Tell It To The Kids
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): Steven Clark, Amanda Mackinnon, John Clark

Lyric:
Giving the show to children of all ages
The proveyors of the finest in Teen-C power
Girls and boys, ladies and gentlemen
I give you the pop group, bis

Sci-fi Steven, a secret vampire by night
Ears and eyes always on the lookout
For conspiracies against the Teen-C nation
Lives by the ethic, 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer'

Manda Rin, seeker of the truth
Hair clips and screams used as deadly weapons
Childlike appearance used as decoy
A warning to all saboteurs, 'be fooled and be dead'

John disco, all hail the disco king
Gaze in wonderment at his skanking ability, but don't stare too long
His disco feet can hypnotize
Hear him say, 'Travolta ain't got nothin' on me'

And now coming through the airwaves into your home
Introducing the new transistor heroes

Tell it to the kids, tell it to the kids

Hey you fascist man, working on your master plan
We know what we saw, won't let you do more
Hey you homophobe, life without your frontal lobe
Your prejudice lies while innocent die

Hey you it's the sound, in your head goes round and round
You want it some more, your life is a bore
Hey you don't be scared, bis are here and we don't care
We'll expose the lies it's the defense for the kids

No use running now, we know what you did
We're gonna tell it to the kids, tell it to the kids
Gonna get you now, 'cuz that's now it is
We're gonna tell it to the kids, tell it to the kids

Hey you poison pen, no use trying to pretend
You think your the best, now here's the prole press
Hey you businessman, getting as much as you can
We wanted the truth, we still want our youth

Hey you backstabber, we know who and where you are
You let down the kids, yes that's what you did
Hey you listen out, teen-c nation gives the shout
Retain the youth it's the defense for the kids

No use running

Oh, oh, oh, oh fighting for the nation's youth
So, so, so, so, we can find out all the truth
No, no, no, no, no use hiding what you did
Oh, oh, oh, oh, we are gonna tell it to the1 2 kids

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Running Free - Lyrics - A Real Live One / A Real Dead One (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: Running Free
Album: A Real Live One / A Real Dead One (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Paul Di'Anno, Stephen Percy Harris

Lyric:
Just sixteen, a pickup truck
Out of money, out of luck
I've got no place to call my own
Hit the gas, and here I go

I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free
I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free

Spent the night in an L.A. jail
And listened to the sirens wail
They ain't got a thing on me
I'm running wild, I'm running free, yeah

I'm running free, yeah, come on, I'm running free
I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free
Get out of my way

I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free
I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free, yeah

Puller here at the bottle top
Whiskey, dancing, disco hop
Now all the boys are after me
And that's the way it's gonna be, yeah

I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free
I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free, yeah

I'm running free, yeah
I'm running free, yeah
I'm running free, yeah
I'm running free, yeah

I'm running free, yeah
I'm running free, yeah

I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free
I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free
I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free
...

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Rodeo Clowns - Lyrics - Philadelphonic - G. Love &Amp; Special Sauce

Title: Rodeo Clowns
Album: Philadelphonic
Artist: G. Love &Amp; Special Sauce
Composer(s): Jack Johnson

Lyric:
Sweeping the floors, open up the doors
Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing because it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music

Bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of soul
Many people, so many problems, so many reasons
To buy another round, drink it down
Just another night on the town

With the big man, money man, better than the other man
He got the plan with the million dollar give a damn
When nobody understands hell become a smaller man

The bright lights keep flashing, the women keep on dancing
With the clowns, they pick me up when I'm down
The Rodeo Clowns, they pick me up when I'm down

The disco ball spinning, all the music and the women
The shots of Tequila, they'll say that they need ya
But what they really need is just a little room to breath
Teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands
Her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things

Symbolic of change but the thing that is strange
Is that the changes occurred, now she's just a part of the herd
I thought that you heard, the changes occurred
Just a part of the herd

Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
You walk by look at him but he can't look at you
You might feel pity but he only feels the ground
You understand moods but he only knows let down

By the corner there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
You try to live but he's done trying
Not dead but definitely dying
With the rest of the clowns

Sweeping the floors, open up the doors
Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing because it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music

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Headless Boogie - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Headless Boogie
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na

It's Friday night, dark, scary
Lonely walkin' through the park cemetery
And it's foggy, cold and smoggy
Hear a dog, a howlin' dogie

I'm scared, should've brought a shotgun
Would've, should've, but I ain't got one
But I'll watch my back, and what's that?
The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback

Better run, hide, quick, fast
It's comin' for my ass with a shovel
Nowhere to run or to hide but a grave pit
So I dove in, I did the dumb shit

Took a fall, even at six foot
Down the stairs hit a floor
And through a door
Into a whole new world of stiffs

Bodies, heads and sexy little dead chicks
Club lights, sounds bass
DJ's spinnin' with maggots on their face
But what I saw next that really took me
Uhh! They did the headless boogie

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! it's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
(The headless boogie)

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! it's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!

Aww yea
We dug up the finest bitches
In the graveyard, so common down
And if you ain't come
To get your funk out
Then get the fuck out, bitch

They all stand straight
And swing to the side
(Uh!)
No heads, but they feet still glide
(Uh huh!)
Take a step back, twist and dive
(Yea!)
I even seen Kurt Cobain gettin' live

No heads, but they all funky
And drunk, drinkin' old spunky
Don't be shy, everyone's able
Hit the floor leave your nugget on the table

And kick step, but when you do kick soft
If they're dead, your legs might fall off
The whole time, I can't believe
I can't conceive I don't wanna leave

Hoo
I'm kickin' into a freak with no head
No face but the rest is straight
She's with it, I hit it like a G
Her back fell off ugh! Excuse me

Zombies, mummies and Frankenstein
Drinkin' cisco, disco dead wine
Dead stiffs, comin' through the door
Heads fingers, and limbs on the floor

I'm gettin' drunk, I wanna be down
What's up? I wanna be the headless clown!
(Heh hehe!)
They rolled out the jigsaw and got raw
That ended it all, I did the headless boogie

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
(The headless boogie)

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!

Hey yo! Fuck that voodoo claw shit, bitch
You comin' freakin with the real dead juggalos
So come on by, and we'll chop your nugget off
So you can freak that shit

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(That you died)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Time to get live)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
(The headless boogie)

Hey, yo! I heard that you died.
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Oh yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
([inaudible])

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
(Yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
([inaudible] the headless boogie)

Hey, yo! I heard that you died
(Yea)
Fuck that! It's time to get live!
([inaudible] yea)
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lead to the left and slide!
([inaudible])
[inaudible]

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Shake Your Rump - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Shake Your Rump
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Michael Simpson, Adam Horowitz

Lyric:
Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat
And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people, they be jostlin' just to hear me rock the mic
They'll be staring at the radio, staying up all night
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin', I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg just b-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man, MCA's got a beard like a billy goat

Oowah, oowah is the disco call
MCA hu-huh, I'm gettin' rope y'all
Routines and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken or you'll be picking your nose
I'm on time, homies and that's how it goes
You heard my style, I think you missed the point
It's the joint

Mike D with your bad self running things
What's up with your bad breath onion rings?
Well, I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' with pig pen down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people they want more of this
Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane you got clout, other DJ's, put take your head out

A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing, I'm in a lava lamp
Inside the brain hotel, I might be peakin' or freakin', but I rock well
The patty duke, the wrench and then I bust the tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got Mango Kangols
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump
Shake your rumpa

A full flap Joe, a full flap Joe
And when the miker's in my mind then turn it out Joe
A full flap

Never been dumped 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah, we've got beef chief, we're knocking out teeth chief
And if you don't believe us you should question your belief, Keith
Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip? No skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet

Rope a dope dookies all around the neck
Whoo ha, yo garcon the cheque
Running from the law, the press and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond?
No mine's Clarence
From downtown Manhattan the village
My style is wild and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping and you're doing the bump
Shake your rumpa

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Born Again - Lyrics - Holy Wood (In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death) - Marilyn Manson

Title: Born Again
Album: Holy Wood (In The Shadow Of The Valley Of Death)
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): Jeordie White, Brian Warner, John Lowery

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Lyric:
Do you, don't you want this to be your song?
It doesn't take a rebel to sing along

This art is weak in its pretty pretty frame
And I am a monkey with a misspelled name

And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away
And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away

I'll be born again, I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

Do you, don't you want to take this hit?
Does it make you feel like you're a part of it

And I'll put down your disco
And take you heart away
And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away

I'll be born again, and I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

The valley of the dolls
Is the valley of the dead
The valley of the dolls
Is the valley of the dead

And I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

I'm someone else
I'm someone new
I'm someone stupid just like you

And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away
And I'll put down your disco
And take your heart away

And I am born again
And I am born again
And I am born again
And I am born again

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