Back From The Dead - Lyrics - Same As It Ever Was - House Of Pain

Title: Back From The Dead
Album: Same As It Ever Was
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Larry Muggerud, Tha Baka Boy

Lyric:
Straight out the casket, risin' up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me?
What the fuck is this? Madness, pick up my bones
Erase my name from off the tombstones
Alive and kickin', breathing the air

Call out my name, punk, and I'll be there
No question, my suggestions of the action
Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin'
Messin' with me, you're messin' with the best
Blaow, you're takin' two shots to your chest

'Cuz I'm back from the dead
Everlast comin' back from the dead
(Back from the dead)
You know I'm back from the dead
And I'll put a freakin' hole in your head

Back from the dead, back from the dead

You can't disrespect it, I'm the resurrected
Back from the dead just to mess with your head
I'll stress what I said, but I won't repeat it
If you've got a cold starve it, if you've got a fever feed it
And if you can't feed it then why not blow

You may be positive and not even know
I rock the hardcore from the floor to the ceilin'
I give sexual healing, I'll get your girl squealin' like a pig
My grave's somethin' you can never dig
I'll rock a mausoleum, back yard or colosseum

'Cuz I'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead
(Back from the dead)
You know I'm back from the dead
House of pain's in effect, 'nuff said

Skip the autopsy 'cuz I never O.D.'d
I only puff boom kid, I never get skeed
I don't sniff or shoot up, riff I'll stick my boot up
Your ass quick fast, Everlast don't jive
Just like Pearl Jam I'm still alive

("Look at all these rumors")
Spreadin' like tumors, gossip and lies
Exaggerated reports of my demise
And if you believed 'em, well, then you got gassed
The media deceived 'em just like in the past

'Cuz I'm, back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead
(Back from the dead)
You know I'm back from the dead
And I'll put a freakin' hole in your head

Back from the dead, back from the dead

Like Steven Seagal I'm hard to kill
Like GiGi Allen I'm crazy ill
I'll beat you down with my mic, kick your ass with my Nike
Bust you in the eye if you tell another lie
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Thinkin' I'm dead you must be smokin' dust
Come see me bust in the flesh, it's a must

'Cuz I'm back from the dead
Everlast comin' back from the dead
(Back from the dead)
You know I'm back from the dead
House of pain's in effect, 'nuff said

Back from the dead
Back from the dead
Back from the dead
...

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Dead Man'S Curve - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Blink 182

Title: Dead Man'S Curve
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Blink 182
Composer(s): Jan Berry, Roger Christian, A Kornfeld, Brian Wilson

Lyric:
I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night
When an XKE pulled up on the right
He rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag
And challenged me then and there to a drag

I said, "You're on buddy, my mill's runnin' fine
Let's pop off the line now, at Sunset and Vine
But I'll pull you one better if you've got the nerve
Let's race all the way to Dead Man's Curve"

Dead Man's Curve
(That's no place to play)
Dead Man's Curve
(You must keep away)
Dead Man's Curve
(I can hear 'em say)
Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve

The street was deserted late Friday night
We were buggin' each other while we sat at the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
You should'a heard the whine from my screamin' machine

I flew past LaBrea, Schwabs and Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see were my six tailights
He past me at Doheny then I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there we were at

Dead Man's Curve
(That's no place to play)
Dead Man's Curve

Well the last thing I remember, Doc I started to swerve
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
I know, I'll never forget that horrible sight
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
(That's no place to play)
Dead Man's Curve
(You must keep away)
Dead Man's Curve
(I can hear 'em say)
Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
(That's no place to play)
Dead Man's Curve
(You must keep away)
Dead Man's Curve
(I can hear 'em say)
Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
(That's no place to play)
Dead Man's Curve
(You must keep away)
Dead Man's Curve
(I can hear 'em say)
Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve
...

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Cradle To The Grave - Lyrics - The Infamous - Mobb Deep

Title: Cradle To The Grave
Album: The Infamous
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

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Lyric:
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back
One time it's comin' always
They lock me up for twelve days
I can't comprehend
Now I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin' St. Ide's down with some Seagrams gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm into win

On the scene
From the 41st side of Queens
We get the cream laid up
Love, love for dame
'Cause I mean what I mean
I'm out to claim King
Doin' my thing
Do wild stakes, my name'll reign

To all my people's locked down
Comin' back to life
In the world once again
Though ya bear with strife
While you was gone
He was goin' to war
And even more
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor

Kid, I swore
That our crew would live forever
I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again
Hold ya head and stay strong
Yo, got my mind
On a place to hide from police

Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' 'cross 12th street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep
Down by Vick's weed spot
Made a u-ey up the hill
Plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back
So I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin' [Incomprehensible]
Had my heart rapidly pumpin'
Niggas start a guttin'
Behind the bushes duckin'
My ears rung
I punch a clip into the guns
Got Rayde's in the arm
One slug hit my son

He was bleedin'
From the head
I couldn't believe it
We was defeated
If it was a case
I couldn't beat it
Felt like cryin'
The temperature's risin'

I saw my man
Helpless, damn
Near on the verge of dyin'
So to P, I passed the iron
Kid, you ain't lyin'
I went to stash the murder weapon
Plus I'm relyin'
On a door to be open

Goin' in the buildin'
It's a trap
Police buckin' at me
They try to twist my tongue back
Jetted up the staircase
To the third floor
Reached behind the sink
Throw the heater on the floor

Locked the door
Police grabbed me up
And tried to break my jaw
"So where's the gun we saw?
We know you was there
At the homicide scene
And if it wasn't you
Was somebody from ya team"

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
Straight from the motherfuckin' cradle to the grave

Yo, it's the real drama kills
Nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you!
Drop that ass off in a land fill
Son, bless me with the iron
I got beef, with some nigga
From the other side
Over some weak shit

Load up the heaters
Greet 'em with the hollow tips
Flip 'em like the Gotti clip
My crew strictly body shift
The cradle to the grave
Is where I'll end up
Fuck gettin' sent up North
Son, I'm better

Doin' my dirt on a low
Fuckin' wit them mobbers
Like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow
You never know
He didn't even have to go there
Unprepared now
He's six below

Y'know I'm chillin'
I gots no time for catchin' feelings
Get that money I wants
Some brothers wanna act funny
But it's all good
I still die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah
Knock on wood

Triple L rollin' dice
While I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say
Is short, not long
This nigga that I'm beginnin' to dislike
He got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit
He might be dead

You know him well
And probably go way back
But I don't care if he's your man
Doin' shit like that
I hope the word gets back to him
'Cause I'll screw him
He shitted on my man
And we got plans to do him

Let's get it over with quick
I'm tired of waitin'
Ain't no fair overhead there
We just debatin'
On when and how
Later or right now
Spoke to Killa yesterday
He said to chill for a while

But it's hard acting
Like everythin' is alright
I get the chills
When I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walkin'
Not only that, he's still talkin'
About what?
About how an' what he did very often

And you don't know
How much I fiend
To put his ass in a coffin
One day my man
And the next he's not
Didn't know him long
Anyway, so fuck it
It's funny how things change

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
Straight from the motherfuckin' cradle to the grave

Word up man
Y'knowhatumsayin'?
We gonna die, it's for real, kid
No games bein' played

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The Root - Lyrics - D'Angelo

Title: The Root
Artist: D'Angelo
Composer(s): Sidney Charlie Hunter, Michael D'Angelo Archer, Luther Archer

Lyric:
She done worked a root, done worked a root
That will not be reversed, yeah, no
Then I go on, go on my role in her play
With no rehearsal

Said, I left my mojo left my mojo
In my favorite suit, yes I did, yeah
She left a stain, left a dirty stain in my heart
I can't refute, oh I can't, no I can't

She done worked a root
In the name of love and war took my shield and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no floor
Like the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Alpha to creation, to the end of time, yeah
To the end of time

Said, I went, said I went, said I went to the doctor
The man told me there ain't nothin' wrong with me
But I beg to differ, I been feelin' this pain
For much too long, oh, yeah

I feel like my soul is empty
My blood is cold and I can't feel my legs
I need someone to hold me
Bring me back to life before I'm dead
Oh, yeah

She done worked a root, root, root
In the name of love and war took my shield and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no floor
Like the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Alpha to creation, to the end of time, time
Oh, oh, oh

I feel my soul is empty
My blood is cold and I can't feel my legs
I need someone to hold me
Bring me back to life before' I'm dead, dead, dead

She done worked a root
In the name of love and war took my shield and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no floor
Like the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Alpha to creation, to the

In the name of love and war took my shield and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no floor
Like the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Alpha to creation, to the

In the name of love and war took my shield and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no floor
Like the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Alpha to creation, to the

In the name of love and war took my shield and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no floor
Like the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Alpha to creation, to the

In the name of love and war took my shield and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no floor
Like the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Alpha to creation, to the end of time
Like the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Alpha to creation, to the end of time

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Bounce Back - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Bounce Back
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Larry Ernest Blackmon, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

You ever had corns on your finger from squeezin' a Mac too much?
Nigga be robbing the dice game, while me and lil wack you up
Trippin', stole and stripped cars for a livin'
Stayed away from home whenever they was bitchin'
We used to rush the customers for sales when they pulled up in cars
Until an undercover started puttin' us behind bars
'Menace to Society' is all we watch
In the back seat strapped with the throw away glock

I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Ya people would have gotten Cochrane if ya cheese was right
You know I hold it down player, you a dog
I'm a real nigga, I ain't gon' stop accepting your phone call
I'ma blow and toss a hoe for you like I'm supposed to do
I'm serious and focused too, you know I'm overdue
The first nigga to park a Rolls Royce in the bricks
While I fly a private charter out of town by a bitch

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

Tryin' to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
As long as I breathe, there ain't nothin' in this world that they can't be
Yeah, I done fucked up, slipped and sniffed that coke
Started tweakin' and broke into the people's house next door
Shot a nigga for smoking rocks on my mom back porch
Damn near graduated and got on that dope
My work is in part, I am better than smart
Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught

I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip
I can spray a whole clip, I takes nothing from no bitch
I got the money in the case, .45 on the waist
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gates
Could you believe a nigga feelin' like he still ain't ate?
Huh, y'all don't understand, you should have seen my plate
I'd love to give you some credit but even you said it
You're serious about your money and right now I'm tryin' to get it

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

I'm on a mission Lil Daddy put this paint on the caddy
Nigga ridin' through the hood and we blowin' them candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the third, that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime from the first same time
Them rims on shine just a vision of mine
Put this shit back together 'cause I stay on the grind
Nigga know I gets me, I stunt all the time

For the dead and the gone, the young and the grown
OG mother fuckers who be gettin' it on
Niggaz stuntin' and they shining, bling blingin' all the time and
I hold my hood down for the shit that I'm drivin'
Nigga thug till death remember the projects?
Juve done came back, now you bitches upset?
Nigga know how we gettin' it, 'cause we gettin' it on
Keep 'em comin', keep on gettin' it, bitch, my money is long

I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back
Bounce back, bounce, bounce back
I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back

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Guess Who'S Back - Lyrics - Fine Malt - House Of Pain

Title: Guess Who'S Back
Album: Fine Malt
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Albert King, Erik Schrody, Al Jackson, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back
Guess who's back

I got the skills to pay the bills
I don't pop pills but I send chills
Up your spine when I rhyme
I get wicked you got a booger pick it
Sippin' on the forty ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, grab my ax
Fire up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear the party's here
Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's drummin'

You only came backstage to make the front page
To get me locked up or get yourself knocked up
But I ain't with it even if I did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it
My name's Ever last, I got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the LA Times
I don't do lines, but I puff blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stuff stunts

Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee
If ya don't know me, homey, back up off me
'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead
You wind up dead, you made your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, think twice
Before you step up, step back or catch a smack
Guess who's back

He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back

He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
He's back

He's back from the dead with the shaved head
Don't start to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you wanna fuck around
I'll stare ya dead in the face and then I'll buck ya down
I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's cheap
But I make big bucks servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the sound
I never been checked, I only get wrecked

I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag
Don't give up the booty 'cause I ain't no fag
Checkin' out check it, I'm prone to wreck shit
If ya dig this joint, check the next shit
I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact
That the white man is back

He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back

He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back

He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street

I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese's
I come in peace, but you'll leave in pieces
That's how I'm livin', that's how it goes
Everyday I'm sleepin', every night I'm doin' shows
Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got
Always wear my hat so I never need a shot
Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme
And if I have to drive I avoid the one time

Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over
I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf clover
Yeah, I'm Irish, word to the motherland
But on the other hand
I love America, apple pie, mom and all that
My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back
Play me close and you catch a mean dose of my fist
Homeboy, you get dissed

He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back
He's back
Guess who's back

He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street

He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
Everybody's in the street
He's back
He-he-he's back

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Kill The King - Lyrics - Capitol Punishment - Megadeth

Title: Kill The King
Album: Capitol Punishment
Artist: Megadeth
Composer(s): Dave Mustaine

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Lyric:
Broken down, feeling naked leaving me unfulfilled
Promising compromise championing mediocrity

Time and time again what you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to

Kill the king, the king is dead, long live the king
Kill the king, the king is dead, long live the king
I am the king, God save the king

Kill the king, the king is dead
I am the king, long live the king
Kill the king, the king is dead
I am the king, long live the king

I reveal a deceiver in the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
Generate more smoke than heat

Time and time again, what you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to

Kill the king, the king is dead, long live the king
Kill the king, the king is dead, long live the king
I am the king, God save the king

A new precedent in pain
(A new precedent in pain)
Mankind is blown to dust
(Mankind is blown to dust)
An explosion of the brain
(An explosion of the brain)
Spontaneously com bust
(Spontaneously com bust)

Kill the king, the king is dead
Long live the king, I am the king
Kill the king, I, the king is dead
Long live the king, I am the king

Kill the king, the king is dead
Long live the king, I am the king
Kill the king,the king is dead
Long live the king, I am the king

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One Night Only - Lyrics - Saliva

Title: One Night Only
Artist: Saliva
Composer(s): Christopher Jon Dabaldo, David A. Novotny, Paul Allen Crosby, Josey Sappington, Wayne A. Swinny

Lyric:
Ow yeah

I always wanted to be President
I always wanted to be Superman
I ended up a fuckin' superstar
I'm better off than either one of them

I wanna take you to a higher place
Say all the things that you could never say
I'll even help you try to make a change
Before the whole world blows up in your face
In your face, yeah

Come inside for a moment
Come inside for a moment

I'm the voice inside of you
That says there's nothin' you can't do
If you could open up your eyes
And lay your heart out on the line

I'm the voice inside your head
That brings your mind back from the dead
I hope that I have served you right
Even if only for one night, yea yea yea yeah
C'mon, aaa

I'm not religious or fanatical
But I'm a motherfuckin' miracle
You knock me down and I get up again
So hit the lights out and let the show begin
Show begin, yeah

Come inside for a moment
Come inside for a moment

I'm the voice inside of you
That says there's nothin' you can't do
If you could open up your eyes
And lay your heart out on the line

I'm the voice inside your head
That brings your mind back from the dead
I hope that I have served you right
Even if only for one night, yea yea yea yeah
C'mon, aaa

Come inside for a moment
Come inside for a moment, yeah

I'm the voice inside of you
That says there's nothin' you can't do
If you could open up your eyes
And lay your heart out on the line

I'm the voice inside your head
That brings your mind back from the dead
I hope that I have served you right
Even if only for one night

I'm the voice inside of you
That says there's nothin' you can't do
If you could open up your eyes
And lay your heart out on the line

I'm the voice inside your head
That brings your mind back from the dead
I hope that I have served you right
Even if only for one night, yea yea yea yeah
C'mon, go go go
Go go go

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The Inc Is Back - Lyrics - Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule

Title: The Inc Is Back
Album: Blood In My Eye
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): David Styles, I Lorenzo, Jason T Phillips, Kyle Lamar Robinson, Sean D Jacobs, Jeffrey B Atkins, Sekou Branch, Kasseem Dean, Ramel Gill

Lyric:
Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit, nigga
Rowdy, I see you, nigga, Queens
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker, holla
Representin' Hoodstock, Hussein

The Stock Family nigga
And it's a motherfuckin' takeover, geah, Ferrari Black
We invested in the hood nigga in a lot of different ways
Geah, come on but right now, nigga

The bricks is back, the bricks is back
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on it's nothin' Shadow gettin' to bustin'

The bricks is back, the bricks is back
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on it's nothin' Shadow gettin' to bustin'

Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that's what I'm sellin'
And E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
Twenty-three a gram, nigga, let's do the deal

Representin' the Stock Family, I don't really care
How big you get pussy, you can't handle me
Won't say I'm the toughest, so I'll tell you right now
When it's on, it's nothin', Shadow gettin' to bustin'

Every class at school nigga was special ed
Teacher got bored a nigga so we was all red
Twenty four with no diploma I don't really care
These cowards don't got it crackin' and I'm out there

Lou, he got the brown Ferrari but I got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin' his thing
What I'm sayin' it's a hustler's pain
Bein' rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream, damn

Queens is back, Queens is back
Nigga, Queens is back, Queens is back
Man Sekou ain't the toughest, I'll tell ya right now
When it's on it's nothin', 720 get to bustin'

Queens is back, Queens is back
Nigga, Queens is back, Queens is back
Man, and Sekou ain't the toughest, I'll tell ya right now
When it's on it's nothin', 720 get to bustin'

Oh, my gangstaness
All the anger in my heart who we thank for this
Yo, I can't thank a soul but God and guns
Don't kill a damn fool, it's a animant's steel

It's the liquor and the bills cause a man to steal
It's the lack of Medicaid and these bitches got AIDS
And they snaggin' at the Y, player we too high
I ain't really into ballin' and tossin' my chips

Rather cop real estate then ride big whips
Rather trick on my wife and go real a dick or hips
Slick bitch that's strict man, she can't get shit
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock

We got good stock and size does matter, bitch
That's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight slug, back out
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up

The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
Black Child is gutter, it's on, motherfuckers

The INC is back, the INC is back
The INC is back, the INC is back
Black Child is gutter, I don't give a fuck
What I sell out with a gun, motherfucker

I got stocks in the hood, sold rocks in the wood
Pop up on your block with the glock like it's good
Got niggaz scared to cop and drop like I'm Suge
Pop if you could, watch if you would

Nigga go platinum from the federal pen
Go 150 months and come home gettin' rich again
Nigga, it's sicker than, I hope you listenin', nigga, we glistenin'
Pop off and leave you in the dead man position

Black Child is Murder, y'all forgettin'
The work I put in, the dirt I done did
On this earth niggaz lives is worthless
Unless you worth a few million, school your children

Let the game get to 'em
Then they brain get ruined
Mine speak foreign languages fluently
Hoodstock exchange ain't nothin' new to me

Cop and go, set 'em shop in community
I've been ticklin' clit ever since puberty
Might taste it if it smells clean to me
Mama lean with me, holler and scream with me

The Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up, man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Niggaz, the Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Geep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Nigga, I cap back just from my mental anguish
This cash is aimless, cop the new yellow Vanguish
And I ride swervin' down the west side highway
Get high like a G4 on the runway

I can't land it, man, with gun in hand
A hundred grand in escrow tryna expand
A million niggaz that brick, whole bricks to grams
Just leave with money, it seems like it's Uncle Sam

So keep hustlin I done roll
That comes from all the pain and the strugglin'
Look at here, federal agents runnin' in
Come again, it must be mistaken identity
Like when Oswald took the rap for killin a Kennedy

We in the street, not industry, niggaz
And because we're called the Murderers
That don't make us killaz, now does it?
Now it's not home but still them trumpets blowin'
Hold on cause the leader of this mission is a pro

The Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance"

Niggas, the Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said, "Keep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "Give me one more chance", niggas

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Thug Thang - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: Thug Thang
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): Alex Johnson, Darrell Wayne Monroe, Milton J. Powell, Salih Williams, Derrick Dixon, Kenneth Moore, Derrick Haynes

Lyric:
Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
(We can do it like this, we can do it like that)
(You can hit it from the front)
Or I could hit it from the back

Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
(We can do it like this, we can do it like that)
(You can hit it from the front)
Or I could hit it from the back

Gotti we gone slide down swang wide
(Aight)
We gone ride gray or peanut butter buck eyed
Then we gone tip toe, so slow
We gone wreck the slab for the dirty third coast
Hell we gone post up, on the lot

Fifth drop screens lit, trunk pop
Stash spot, cash box, on vogue socks
Old shoes chrome laces giving haters blues
Banging what Screw, tell me what it do
Shocking and rocking club and the thug and staying true

I'ma do my thug thang, bang bang, chitty, chitty chop
With the stash unlocked, trunks staying hot
HA, green sticky la, deep in the shop
Cardiac kicking times

It's a party baby bounce, bounce sugar hit the flo'
I'm on the cool up in the fo', in the newest Gucci clothes
'Bout to drop it to the door, baguettes touching my navel
Body rocking kinda slutty, served out like label

We got, a stable full of pop
That dish the satellite and throw cable at the spot
Up on the table if it's able to get wet like a mop
And after we wreck the spot we can just ride

Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
(We can do it like this, we can do it like that)
(You can hit it from the front)
Or I could hit it from the back

Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
(We can do it like this, we can do it like that)
(You can hit it from the front)
Or I could hit it from the back

I'ma do it like this, I'ma do it like that
I can hit it from the front
(Or I could hit it from the back)
I'ma put it in your crack, see how you act

If you like it on your knees, you could have it for a snack
I'm a fat mack, in a handy bag with a snub with 'em
Broads like the way the fat mack do his thug thizzel
When I hit 'em with my love then I got 'em

I'ma hit it from the top, I'ma put it in a bottle
I'ma hit it from the back, the big black Casanova
I'ma put it in your head and I'ma set it on your shoulders
Syrup in the soda, talking bout the Barre

Foreigner car, feeling like a fallen star
'Bout the menage 'tois ain't that what that Pokey said
Never been scared, South side will leave you dead
And call me Big Meaty, call me Big Meaty

Don't come into my room if you ain't gone get freaky
Working on his boys, run through em like a tractor
Out the South side, Moe-Yo make the god damn adapter
I ain't even quit, I'm doing mighty fast

Sitting on glass, Moe-Yo showing my naked ass
It's the Moe-Yo freestyle I'm so throed
South side playa putting it down, cho-cho
Playas get chosen, like M O E

Put it in your middle yes the big body
Riding big tractor, I'm a money stacker
Out the South side Moe-Yo I'm kinda actor
Act a damn fool, on this damn tape
Like Po-Yo said got them hoes screaming rape

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Host Wit Da Most - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Host Wit Da Most
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Johnny Watson, Chris Charity

Lyric:
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Well, I'm surprised open your eyes because it's me G
I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a Frisbee
Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like Willis
Herman, when I'm rhymin' I'm makin' the pape's like Simon

Says ta, my stick it ta master, I still be the best-a
I figgity fuck the flame but in the sun, now time for Esther
So hi-ho, I'm Silver, I'm makin the pape's when I kicks
The shit that'll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his ticks

For the chicks, I be on my good foot, you get that ass kicked
So yibbida yabber yoozy, fuck that floozy Suzy Chopstick
So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy
I'm swingin' my Dukes of Hazard just like Bo, Luke, Daisy
I'm swayze

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Aiyo, well here's the story, niggas is sleepin', nighty nighty
Lord almighty, I'm bringin' it live G, see I be
Flippin' and rippin' a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
So I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby 'cos I'm the shit, G

Dixie, they dribblin' in they Timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin' I lost it
But I be icing crews wit the flakes 'til they frosted

So hip hip hooray, wantin' me while I do a
New way to school a new jay, you say
"Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks"
Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grand pops

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back
Rippin' the hip-hop, Penelope pit stop
Doin' the bitin', the shit I be writin', you're givin' me rabies
They oughta be usin' my terms for sperm and makin babies

Hey ladies, I know my A B's, I'm makin CD's
I heard you was eatin' your spinach boy, you better be eatin' your Weeties
Comprendo, so let your friends know I'm losin' my noodle
'Cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils

I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick to clip a QB
Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G
So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
Hangin' loosely, oh yes G, niggas be wantin' to test me

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Hear ye, hear ye, don't look any further G, see he here is
Still mic checkin' shit, still Dead Serious
Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, what up with the static G?
I be damagin' niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity

For real though, jumpin' jalopy's, I'm rougher than hockey
I drop these bumpy 'cos my style is knock-kneed
So me and my-a, I'm flayer than the witches sweeper
Jeepers, keep ya jump, jump into it like Aretha

I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
Niggas be tryin' to hang but they can't G
Will against, I'm gettin' elegant with the skill again
It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my Philly, kid

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

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Host Wit Da Most (Rappaz Remix) - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Host Wit Da Most (Rappaz Remix)
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Johnny Watson, Chris Charity

Lyric:
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Well, I'm surprised open your eyes because it's me G
I mention I sling the slang wit me and my man just like it's a Frisbee
Ya flimsy, my thinga-majig is the illest, I throw it like Willis
Herman, when I'm rhymin' I'm makin' the pape's like Simon

Says ta, my stick it ta master, I still be the best-a
I figgity fuck the flame but in the sun, now time for Esther
So hi-ho, I'm Silver, I'm makin the pape's when I kicks
The shit that'll make you muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his ticks

For the chicks, I be on my good foot, you get that ass kicked
So yibbida yabber yoozy, fuck that floozy Suzy Chopstick
So here boy, here boy, come get some, it's Krazy
I'm swingin' my Dukes of Hazard just like Bo, Luke, Daisy
I'm swayze

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Aiyo, well here's the story, niggas is sleepin', nighty nighty
Lord almighty, I'm bringin' it live G, see I be
Flippin' and rippin' a tongue but some niggas don't seems to digs me
So I switch, B, like Billy Bigsby 'cos I'm the shit, G

Dixie, they dribblin' in they Timberlands
I criminal mix styles, oh I flow like adrenaline
Yikes man, the nigga is nice man so thinkin' I lost it
But I be icing crews wit the flakes 'til they frosted

So hip hip hooray, wantin' me while I do a
New way to school a new jay, you say
"Holy Shamrocks, the man rocks with no beef or ham hocks"
Oh yes-in, send the rest in, peace to grand pops

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Well um, knock knock, who's that? Guess what? My crew's back
Rippin' the hip-hop, Penelope pit stop
Doin' the bitin', the shit I be writin', you're givin' me rabies
They oughta be usin' my terms for sperm and makin babies

Hey ladies, I know my A B's, I'm makin CD's
I heard you was eatin' your spinach boy, you better be eatin' your Weeties
Comprendo, so let your friends know I'm losin' my noodle
'Cos when it be time to doodle, I lose my scruples, ask my pupils

I'm the slippery slang slipper, quick to clip a QB
Shooby dooby dooby, I do that new G
So you be Kool & The Gang and I puts my slang in
Hangin' loosely, oh yes G, niggas be wantin' to test me

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Hear ye, hear ye, don't look any further G, see he here is
Still mic checkin' shit, still Dead Serious
Hello there, I didn't go nowhere, what up with the static G?
I be damagin' niggas' fronts like them creases in your cavity

For real though, jumpin' jalopy's, I'm rougher than hockey
I drop these bumpy 'cos my style is knock-kneed
So me and my-a, I'm flayer than the witches sweeper
Jeepers, keep ya jump, jump into it like Aretha

I boogie bang bang the thang like a cramp style slant
Niggas be tryin' to hang but they can't G
Will against, I'm gettin' elegant with the skill again
It don't mean a thang if I ain't got my Philly, kid

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Yo, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast

Yeah, it's the host wit da most kid
Comin' from the East Coast
Word bond it's the host wit da most kid
Yeah, comin' from the East Coast

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Bummer - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Bummer
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
His mama was a midnight woman
His daddy was a drifter drummer
One night they put it together
Nine months later came the little black bummer

He was a laid back lump in the cradle
Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face
So he learned not to show his feelings

He was a pig-tail puller in grammar school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in school to get laid

He was a weed-speed pusher at fifteen
He was mainlining skag a year later
He'd started pimping when they put him away
In jail he changed from a junkie to a hater

And just like the man from the precinct said
?Put him away, you better kill him instead
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head?

They threw him back on the street, he robbed an A and P
He didn't blink at the buddy that he shafted
And just about the time they would have caught him too
He had the damn good fortune to get drafted

He was a-one bait for Vietnam
You see they needed more bodies in a hurry
He was a cinch to train 'cause all they had to do
Was to figure how to funnel his fury

They put him in a tank near the D.M.Z.
To catch the gooks slipping over the border
They said his mission was to search and destroy
And for once he followed and order

One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po valley
With the ground still steaming from the rain
There was a bloody little battle
That didn't mean nothing
Except to the few that remained

You see a couple hundred slants
Had trapped the other five tanks
And had started to pick off the crews
When he came on the scene
And it really did seem
This is why he'd paid those dues

It was something like a butcher going berserk
Or a sane man acting like a fool
Or the bravest thing that a man had ever done
Or a madman blowing his cool

Well he came on through like a knife through butter
Or a scythe sweeping through the grass
Or to say it like the man would have said it himself
Just a big black bastard, kicking ass

And just like the man from the precinct said
?Put him away, you better kill him instead
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head?

When it was over and the smoke had cleared
There were a lot of V.C, bodies in the mud
And when the rescued men came over
For the very first time they found him smiling
As he lay in his blood

They picked up the pieces
And they stitched him back together
He pulled through though
They thought he was a goner

And it force them to give him
What they said they would
Six purple hearts
And the Medal of Honor

Of course he slouched as the chief white honkey said
?Service beyond the call of duty?
But the first soft thought was passing through his mind
?My medal is a mother of a beauty?

He got a couple of jobs with the ribbon on his chest
And though he tried he really couldn't do 'em
There was only a couple of things that he was really trained for
And he found himself drifting back to 'em

Just about the time he was ready to break
The V A stopped sending him his checks
Just a matter of time 'cause there was no doubt
About what he was going to do next

It ended up one night in a grocery store
Gun in hand and nine cops at the door
And when his last battle was over
He lay crumpled and broken on the floor

And just like the man from the precinct said
?Put him away, you better kill him instead
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head?

Well he'd breathed his last, but ten minutes past
Before they dared to enter the place
And when they flipped his riddled body over they found
His second smile frozen on his face

They found his gun where he'd thrown it
There was something else clenched in his fist
And when they pried his fingers open
They found the medal of honor
And the Sergeant said
(Where in the hell, he get this?)

There was a stew about burying him in Arlington
So they shipped him in box to Fayette
And they kind of stashed him in a grave in the county plot
The kind we remember to forget

And just like the man from the precinct said
?Put him away, you better kill him instead
A bummer like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head?

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Back From The Dead - Lyrics - Down in Albion - Babyshambles

Title: Back From The Dead
Album: Down in Albion
Artist: Babyshambles
Composer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty, Matt Wolfe, Peter Wolfe, Jake Fior

Lyric:
I heard it said
You had come back from the dead
And you were playing so fine
Scooping up the soul of the wine

Courage, my boy
The way you looked them in the eye
Try not to look too scummy
If you want some money
And you need some money now

Oh, this ain't no happy place to be
There's nothin' nice around me
Nothin' nice about me almost everyone agrees

There's another big year for you
I knew my friend of promises, promises
I know you've heard them all before
Love is, love is, love is, love is
Love is, oh well it's just another call

I heard it said
You had come back from the dead
Playing so fine, even if you ensure comes on my couch
My boy, oh yeah, looked them in the eye
Like they tried to be funny if there is someone you know

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
...

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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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Creamer (Radio Is Dead) - Lyrics - Results May Vary - Limp Bizkit

Title: Creamer (Radio Is Dead)
Album: Results May Vary
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
All radio is dead
All radio is dead
All radio is dead
All radio is dead

Hey kid, who you lookin' at?
Why you standin' all up in my face like that?
You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knockin' on your baseball cap?
You better step about ten paces back
Or you be layin' where your shoelaces at
Go do what your momma told you
And don't be actin' like a punk
Thinkin' you a soldier
I see you gotta yourself cell phone
I gotta number you can dial, son
Make it nine-one-one
Tell them stop at Hef's house on the way, kid
Pick up some playmates, but only if they're naked
Don't know how they do in your city
But 'round here we're getting down to the nitty gritty
An' I hate to put you out like that
But you've been burnin' like a fire with a mouth like that

Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice an' getting laid
Everything was a-okay
But now an' then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade an' then
Talking this an' that again

Let's brake it down for a minute
An' roll it all up in third gear for a minute
I got the twenty one's rubbin' on my Benz an'
I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends hand
I don't really give a fuck about
What these playa' hating pussies give a fuck about
'Cause I'm a night ranger, never been a stranger
My two way pagers lookin' for some danger
Zoolander, hit you with the magnum
Everybody get your groove on if you have one
An' if you ain't got it then admit it
It's Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it
All around the world in this forty five Prievo
Everywhere that we go, we watch it on the Tivo
An' now you're layin' in the bed you made
Drinking Hatorade
Think about it

Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice an' getting laid
Everything was a-okay
But now an' then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade an' then
Talking this an' that again, go

Lady, thinkin' that you're all that
An' then some
I got news for you
All radio is dead
So your thinkin' that you're all that
An' then some
Man, I got news for you
All radio is dead

Radio is dead
Radio is dead

Let me guess, you ain't that impressed
Mr. Hala-Tosis of the breath
Livin' lifestyles of the wish you were
From the bad guys of the thrifty goods
See I got room to talk, kid
I been layin' this track since North Cacilac
An' the very first day that you fell off the sack
I was in some fat laces spinnin' on my back
Let me think, let me roll, let me ride
Let me put some funk in the trunk from the five an' a
Memory that can ease your pain
Like a melody from Kurt Cobain
'Cause you never know when it's all gonna end
An' you never know when you call on a friend
So you betta take a step to prepare yourself
'Cause the way your livin now ain't good for your health

Thinkin' that you're all that
An' then some
I got news for you
All radio is dead
So your thinkin' that you're all that
An' then some
Man, I got news for you
All radio is dead

Thinkin' that you're all that
An' then some
I got news for you
All radio is dead
So your thinkin' that you're all that
An' then some
Man, I got news for you
All radio is dead

All radio is dead
All radio is dead
All radio is dead
All radio is dead

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