Demolition Man - Lyrics - Euphoria - Def Leppard

Title: Demolition Man
Album: Euphoria
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Vivian Campbell, Philip Collen, Joseph Elliott

Lyric:
Let me loose I just got back
I was pushed and I got dragged
I tasted mud, I tasted wine
I've kissed the life, I've left behind

So say I choose to stick around
I got news for this here town
I kick the ball, I catch the bus
And raise the roof for all of us

Destination anywhere
So far gone, I'm almost there
Can't you see I can't deny
I'm out of here like I'm on fire

Living like a caged-up animal, criminal
Television newsman so subliminal
Bringing down the walls of wonderland
Just another highbrow cowboy telling me
Everything and everyone and all the things I ought to be
Here I am, your demolition man

Steal your car and leave a wreck
Kiss your bride, I cash your check
Tyson plus, I'm ripped and torn
Been on the edge since I was born

I kick the jukebox, change the tune
I break the bank and jump the moon
I sink the fleet to catch a buzz
And raise a glass for all of us

Destination anywhere
So far gone, I'm almost there
Can't you see I can't deny
I'm out of here like I'm on fire

Living like a caged-up animal, criminal
Television newsman, so subliminal
Bringing down the walls of wonderland
Just another highbrow cowboy telling me
Everything and everyone and all the things I ought to be
Here I am, your demolition man

I'm a beast in space
I'm an acid taste
I'm a primitive gong stuffed in your face
It's enough to bring you to your knees

Living like a caged-up animal, criminal
Television newsman, so subliminal
Bringing down the walls of wonderland
Just another highbrow cowboy telling me
Everything and everyone and all the things I ought to be
Here I am, your demolition man

Living like a caged-up animal, criminal
Television newsman so subliminal
Bringing down the walls of wonderland
Just another highbrow cowboy telling me
Everything and everyone and all the things I ought to be
Here I am, your demolition man

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Machine Man - Lyrics - Demolition - Judas Priest

Title: Machine Man
Album: Demolition
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Raymond Tipton

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Lyric:
Licensed to kill
My 650 Bonneville
"Hellfire" we yell
Fueled and indestructible

Get it down
Take the crown
Neon daze
Renegades

No fear just hate
Drives us to the ultimate
Cut loose extremes
On our maniac machines

Take me down
Hit the ground
Neon nights
Speed of light

So you motherfuckers
Want to race
You've all got loser tattooed
On your face

Machine man's running
You wanna try
Machine man's coming
You're gonna die

Ignite the engines
You can hear it scream
You're gonna eat ther words
That challenged this machine

The beast is revved up
The flag is down
The tyres screech
And lay a smoke screen all around

Through the limits
As they rocket past
It's a blood bath
There's no second place

Machine man, machine man's coming
Machine man, machine man's coming
Machine man, machine man's coming
Machine man, machine man's coming

Ice nerves of steel
As I notch another kill
You lose, I win
I get to ride again

Get it down
Hit the ground
Neon nights
Speed of light

Feel no mercy
As I cross the line
Watch the suckers
Self destruct behind

Machine man's running
You wanna try
Machine man's coming
You're gonna die
Machine man's running
You wanna try
Machine man's coming
You're gonna die

Machine man, machine man's coming
Machine man, machine man's coming
Machine man, machine man's coming
Machine man, machine man's coming

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White City Walls - Lyrics - Bombshell Rocks

Title: White City Walls
Artist: Bombshell Rocks
Composer(s): Christian Maatta, Marten Cedergran

Lyric:
Hostility, I feel it coming
It's like a nation wide vigilance
I've seen so many people running
From a threat without substance

Underpayment, self sacrifice
He's just a man with dirty hands in the bigots eyes

You get to a certain position
Where you stare up the white city walls
You get to a certain position
I'll do the job with a demolition ball

I've heard so many idiots speaking
With a bitter grin in their face
I've heard so many bigots lying
Without the least sign of disgrace

Underpayment, self sacrifice
He's just a man with dirty hands in the bigots eyes

You get to a certain position
Where you stare up the white city walls
You get to a certain position
I'll do the job with a demolition ball

Underpayment, self sacrifice
He's just a man with dirty hands in the bigots eyes

You get to a certain position
Where you stare up the white city walls
You get to a certain position
I'll do the job with a demolition ball

You get to a certain position
Where you stare up the white city walls
You get to a certain position
I'll do the job with a demolition ball

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Hollis To Hollywood - Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: Hollis To Hollywood
Album: Mr Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, Hal David, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
You know it be buggin' me out
You know what I'm sayin' that rap
How everybody like is using metaphors
And all that it seems like everybody's like a
Like some type of metaphor freak
Sometype of metaphorical freak or somethin' man
You know what I'm sayin', word up

So you know what I'm sayin
You know brother's always wanna make a movie
And all that, you know how I mean
So I figured, you know what I'm sayin'
I'd just make a little movie
With a chicken ball , you there, check it

If you saw the movie Wall Street I guess you know
The way ya stack chips and regulate wild dough
But ain't no G-funk and far from my era
Tales in the the hood your boyz are feel terror
MC's contaminatin' tracks with feces
You think of pussy until a flick like species

Hi tech ya my pen got velocity
Jumpin' out the SS L like virtuosity
And never question what I'm doin' to ya girl
She let me dive deep like her panties is Water World
But all metaphors the only thing in rap
You brothers need to stop with that

I'm goin' from, Hollis to Hollywood but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood but is he good, check it

I'm makin' speed like I'm Keanu Reeves
But too many true lies can make a honey please
She said "I know you want this get a Pocahontis
I got higher learnin' and bangin' gets monotonous"
Her ass is classic cheeks was Jurrasic
Servin' a justice poetic the way I last it

I touch ground real windy with my lyrics
Make her talk in tongues and feel the Holy Spirit
Hear it, pulling light strings got mad cast a swing
When I do my thing my ballz is hairy like the Lion King
I'm in the jungle layin' down my Mack
You brothers need to chill with that

I'm goin' from, Hollis to Hollywood but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood but is he good

Take me away
You think I won't fool
Take me away
You think I can't fool
Take me away
You think I won't foo
Take me away
You think I can't fool

It's kinda like miniture satellites floatin' in closets
Spyin' in pockets, jumpin' out of the helicopter
Into a football stadium filled wit cotton candy
Know what I mean, word up

So your man got a good job lovin' ya so much
Boss on his back comin' home like what the fuck?
But you be on his side through the thick and all the thin
That's when LL come in blast a ass like Apollo 13
Sugar get the cream hoppin' dom in every direction
What a scene he can't understand your best friend's plan
Running game while you chill with the Demolition Man

Good love, have fun, tight hugs and flowers
I have your girl runnin' off to fake baby showers
Better get down before ya cryin' at home
I got her standing on the bed gettin' closer to the Drop Zone
Some brother's won't appreciate that
Ain't it scary when you meet a real Mack let's run it back

See the flavors in my lifestyle chill don't even lie to me
Balls, a Lethal Weapon dick a menace to society
You ain't a player hater kid you took her off restriction
I make her tell lies and knock the pulp out of fiction
Kid you know I'm game tight when you hit it tonight
I hope she screams my name right
This word is born kid, you know why?

I'm goin' from, Hollis to Hollywood but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood but is he good
Hollis to Hollywood but is he good
Check it, check it

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Pour Some Sugar On Me - Lyrics - Hysteria - Def Leppard

Title: Pour Some Sugar On Me
Album: Hysteria
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Robert John Lange, Stephen Clark, Richard Savage, Joseph Elliott, Richard Allen, Philip Kenneth Collen

Lyric:
Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, hey hey!

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
(Your man, hey, hey!)

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah

Come on! Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeah

Listen, red light, yellow light, green light, go
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up
(Loosen up)
I loosen up

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little, tease a little more
Easy operator come a-knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah yeah
Give a little more

Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet from my head to my feet, yeah

You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cause I'm hot, so hot, sticky sweet
(Hot!)
From my head, my head to my feet
(Head!)
Do you take sugar, one lump or two?

Take a bottle, take a bottle
Shake it up, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up
Break it up

Pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me, c'mon fire me up
Pour your sugar on me, oh, I can't get enough
Pour some sugar on me, oh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me, get it, come get it
Pour your sugar on me, ooh
Pour some sugar on me, yeah
Sugar me

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It Pays Big Money - Lyrics - Mark Chesnutt

Title: It Pays Big Money
Artist: Mark Chesnutt
Composer(s): Randy Ray Hardison, Wynn Varble, Shawn Camp

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Lyric:
My oldest brother, Tommy who was a lineman, rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires on them power company poles
I said "With all of that high voltage don't it scare you half to death?"
He said "It makes me kinda nervous but I just can't help myself

'Cause it pays big money and boy I'm into that
It pays big money if you're willin' to take a chance
I'll tell you, sonny, you ought to see my bank account"
It paid big money but he sure can't spend it now

My dear departed cousin used to put in forty hours
Changing all them light bulbs on them television towers
Every morning, bright and early, he'd climb up in the sky
And I didn't understand it so one day I asked him why

He said "It pays big money and boy I'm into that
It pays big money if you're willin' to take a chance
I'll tell you, sonny, you ought to see my bank account"
It paid big money but he sure can't spend it now

My late uncle Charlie was a demolition man
And he traveled all over the country blasting holes in this great land
And he carried a case of dynamite everywhere he went
And he'd smoke them big long cigars 'til it got the best of him

But it paid big money and he was into that
It paid big money and he was willin' to take a chance
He said "I'll tell you, sonny, you ought to see my bank account"
It paid big money but he sure can't spend it now

Now the moral of this story is don't go getting yourself killed
And be kind to your rich relatives and they might just leave you in their will

And that pays big money, oh, having foolish kin
It pays big money, I guess I owe it all to them
I'll tell you, sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money, think I'll go spend some of it now

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The Answer - Lyrics - Warrior Soul

Title: The Answer
Artist: Warrior Soul
Composer(s): Clarke Evans Mcclanahan Ricco

Lyric:
Plastic leaders seem like insects, tortured cities lost beyond
Pleasure films of landscape, dirt on royal gowns
The man said to cop, "Religion, all I want is peace"
He said, "This was the land of freedom but it's not for free"

But I found the answers
But I found the answers
Yeah, to the problems they're in my head
Man destroy the system

Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn
Psychedelic friction healing statues carved from Gods
Searching for our true believers, please count me as one
But you know I can't be your savior 'cause I need my own

But I found the answers
But I found the answers
Yeah, to the problems they're in my head
Man kill the administration

Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn
Little sister, she's been saying plastic prayers to God
Heavy metal fire fading, lost again until the dawn
Little sister, she's been saying plastic prayers to God

Find the answers, yeah, to your problems
Find the answers, yeah, to your problems
I've laid down Lord, I've laid down, Lord

Visualizing a cool breeze demolition
And sacred fevers on rivers weeping insanity
Builders of cities, destroyers of worlds
Kings of extinction, I am no longer yours

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Manifique - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Manifique
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Keith Crouch, Keith Murray, Kipper Jones, Rahsaan Patterson

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Lyric:
If heads only knew!

I make music of murder and mayhem for all of them
And murder ballads for sweet chariots
My second return like a unstoppable bullet
With wings my ears, ring your name when you speak of me in vein

Enter the center like a big bread winner
So L.O.D. can eat that ass up for dinner
I come with high potent deadly quotin'
Avenue corrodin' street life shit to get you open

Niggas pullin' stunts like Jackie Chan
Not knowin' that they fuckin' with the demolition man
I'm seen on screens and magazines
Pump, pump but peace to Queens
(Don't sleep)

I hollar, 'Allah U Akbar', my peeps hold me down
In the roughest pair of Timbs that ever touched the ground
Huh, how's about a broken jaw
It's Keith Murray and I'm comin' in with the raw metaphors

When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
Keith Murray

Rock, rock on

Original rules, original rules, original rules
Original rules, original rules, original rules

Now here we go again, soundin' crazy but it's contagious
The sickest entertainer puttin' your brain though strainers
We smokes the choc', don't be afraid of the dark
Mentals get hit brain cells spark

Pappers swear, they got the dopest jam on the shelf
But they don't believe that shit they own goddamn self
Last year, I was underrated but I stay dedicated
I'm so dedicated, I close my eyes, I'm incarcerated

Niggas was amazed at the shit you was kickin'
But all you did was adobo the chicken
I'm taking over like the psychic network
I got the drop on all you niggas out there claimin' that you do dirt

But the truth hurts and it kills you to listen
Like the sound of hollow point tip bullets whistlin'
Every little breath you take
Every little gesture you make
Every little jack you fake

I be the expert mic gladiator
Pop shit on records, I'll cut your fingers off later

When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
Keith Murray

When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
Keith Murray

Pump the new smash platinum single the thug star spangled banner
Illustratin' grammar in a hostile manner
Texas chainsaw cuts hard to the core
Makin' sure, they don't try to battle me no more

You seem to believe, all you need is a rhyme and a dream
To defeat the all time great microphone supreme
But wake up 'cuz you playin' with the game of death
I'll smoke your body, ashes in a blunt and leave no evidence left
Straight ashes ashes, dust to dust

I got you in my clutch, there's nothing further more to discuss
And it's scary though when the eeriest voice on the radio
Is in your hometown doin' the show
With the technique that I'm usin' choosin'
Abusin'

Got more flow than D'Angelo crusin'
With poisonous venom
Oh my God, I get in 'em
Turn 'em out give 'em something good to talk about

When I'm alone in my room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call
Keith Murray

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One On One - Lyrics - Demolition - Judas Priest

Title: One On One
Album: Demolition
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Raymond Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
I am your darkest hour
I am your fall from power
I am the voice you dread and I'm
Screaming out inside your head

I am the final count
I am your demons out
I am the worst demise
I'm gonna cut your big words down to size

What is this?
I hear you shout
Face to face
I'm gonna take you out

One on one
Bring it on
One on one
Take me on

I am the awful truth
I am the fearless youth
I am the cross to bear
And the one who dares to return your stare

I am the fist of God
I am the underdog
I'll always stand my ground
While the others scatter all around

Against all odds
Despite it all
I'm at my best
When I'm against the wall

One on one
Bring it on
One on one
Take me on

I am the bloodstained past at last
That's finally caught up with you like
The glint of steel from out of the dark the last thing
You will feel, I'm outgunned, I'm outruned
I'm undead and then I found the skin you shed
I am the questions asked
That send shivers down your back

So I am holding out
And I'm much stronger now
So take me on

One on one
Bring it on
One on one
Take me on

I am the darkest night
I am the vipers strike
I'll see you all consumed
As you start to lick
Your mortal wounds

Like the condemned man
Who just won't die
Shows no remorse
I'll never walk away

One on one
Bring it on
One on one
Take me on

One on one
Bring it on
One on one
Take me on

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Mangled - Lyrics - Eaten Back To Life - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Mangled
Album: Eaten Back To Life
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Chris Barnes, Paul Mazurkiewicz, Jack Owen, Bob Rusay, Alex Webster

Lyric:
Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken
Piles of guts, moist and steaming
Tendons severing, brains are boiling
Unburied corpses in state of decay

Rotten limbs start to ferment
Torso's torn in two
Skin ripped off to expose muscle tissue
Butchered for human stew

Crawl into the cadaver head first
Eat your way through the guts
The purgent smell of decaying innards
Is enough to drive you nuts

The spleen of the carcass is oozing from your mouth
As you chew on the piss filled kidney's
Suck the vomit through intestines
Leaving nothing but bones

Violently cutting, seriously hacking
Sounds of death fill the air
Bones sticking out, ripped from sockets
Blood spurting everywhere

Victim lying dead, neck but no head
Smearing remains on your own face
Violently cutting, seriously hacking
Sounds of death fill the air

Blistering flesh, another death
Stiffened bones, morbid groans
Evil mind, brain oozing slime, feel the pain
Body weak brain contorting, fluid flowing from your organs

Veins torn our mangled festering flesh
Quivering cadaver, ligaments stretched around your own neck
Drink the pus, mangled severed dick
Bloody bowels, the gutted corpse now lies hollow

Feeding on feces, mangled amputated arms
Crushing legs, head is ripped right off
Your shoulders thrown in a pile, mangled limbs rearranged
Head on backwards, a humongous heap of twisting flesh
Sewn together, mangled, mangled

His knife plunges in your cold battered body
Blood seeping through the jagged wounds he cuts
Unbearable pain, give into death
Your life slips away, perish in blood

Menacing madman mutilating, destroying, disfiguring, dead you'll be
Crushing, cracking, killing you, annihilation, desecration
Born through modern day science man has made his last mistake
A creature so hideously horrible leaving nothing to waste

Evil has a new face, a mangled horrible face
His views are those of death, nothing will stop his lust
Slicing victims left to decay, listening to their mortal cries
Inhuman, immortal, bestial, now he owns your soul

Crawl into the cadaver head first, eat your way through the guts
The pungent smell of decaying innards is enough to drive you nuts
The spleen of the carcass is oozing from your mouth
As you chew on the piss filled kidney's
Suck the vomit through intestines, leaving nothing but bones

Human converted to beast, the perfect killing machine
Psychotic structure of brain tissue, murder his only memory
Dependant on death, crushing your head
I'm addicted to blood, chew the decay

The weakened man must die, tearing out his insides
Smashing all the bones, hear his tormenting groans

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Bloodsuckers - Lyrics - Demolition - Judas Priest

Title: Bloodsuckers
Album: Demolition
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Raymond Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Don't speak to me of morality, justice, wrong or right
Dig out the dirt and ignore the hurt, spit out all your lies
Conscience free as we bleed, hypocrisy born from greed

Don't preach to me of integrity or your legal highs
The judge's thrilled, he's dressed to kill on TV every night
Subliminal, so absurd, it's criminal yet can't be heard

Bloodsuckers, how can they sleep at night?
Bloodsuckers, nothing but parasites

You will be on the stand today, they cannot harm you it's okay
They will destroy your family and drag you through hell and tragedy

A circus heading into town, complete with cameras and the clowns
The first amendment shot to bits, the world is watching just for kicks

As the day drew close to hand for all to view the faceless man
He put out the lights it's sad, who's to blame for that?

Intimidate twist of what you say with their fine points of law
They lose the case but prolificate and then appeal some more
Subliminal, it's so absurd, it's criminal yet can't be heard

Bloodsuckers, how can they sleep at night?
Bloodsuckers, nothing but parasites
Bloodsuckers, they don't know you're goin' to try
Bloodsuckers, nothing but parasites

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth, so help me God

You will be on the stand today, they cannot harm you it's okay
They will destroy your family, drag you through hell for all the sin

Bloodsuckers, parasites

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Cyberface - Lyrics - Demolition - Judas Priest

Title: Cyberface
Album: Demolition
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Raymond Tipton, Scott Travis

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Lyric:
He lies in wait
For one mistake
Morphing on your screen
Those who dare
Or the unaware
Download him for a scream

Don't access the sites
Or beware his megabyte

No virus scan
Detects the man
Or the deadly tasks he plans
Drooling lips
His circuits lit
He crouches for attack

Spider like on the web
Alive and well
But you are dead
Iniquitous in every way
Now he's come out to play

Cyberface
Iron will
Programmed to corrupt and kill
Cyberface
No escape
He is interfaced to Hell

Cyberface
Iron will
Programmed to corrupt and kill
Cyberface
No escape
He is interfaced to Hell

Once he's summoned and installed
Cyberface
He'll infest your motherboard
Cyberface

Now he's got a grip
He will strip away your flesh

Alive yet dead
A fiend obsessed
He'll crash your system down

And once in place
He'll stimulate
Your life, it's worthless now

God forsaken
Grotesque mind
An entity
That's come alive
Boots your screen
And suddenly
Approaching fast and mean

Cyberface
Iron will
Programmed to corrupt and kill
Cyberface
No escape
He is interfaced to Hell

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Rapid Roy - Lyrics - Jim Croce

Title: Rapid Roy
Artist: Jim Croce
Composer(s): Jim Croce

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Lyric:
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He, too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say, ?Baby"
He got another one that just say, "Hey"
But every Sunday afternoon
He is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet

Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' 'shine outta Alabam'

Oh, The Demolition Derby and The Figure Eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the man
In Oklahoma City with a 500 gallon tank

Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He, too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say, "Baby"
He got another one that just say, "Hey"
And Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Yeah, Roy so cool, that racin' fool
He don't know what fear's about
He do a 130 mile an hour smilin' at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth

He got a girl back home, name of 'Dixie Dawn'
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear 'em screamin'
For that dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet

Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He, too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say, "Baby"
He got another one that just say, "Hey"
But every Sunday afternoon
He is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet

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Rapid Fire - Lyrics - '98 Live Meltdown - Judas Priest

Title: Rapid Fire
Album: '98 Live Meltdown
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Robert Halford, Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none

Hammering anvils straining muscle and might
Shattering blows crashing brow beating fright
Fast devastating and desolating the curse
Blasting the cannons of truth through each man of this earth

Wielding the axe comes the one culmination
That's always seemed certain to bring down the curtain on greed
Sifting the good from the bad it's the age for the rage
Of the dogs which must fall to the just and be free

Now grate for the vandals who trampled and sampled
Till this place conditioned brought forth demolition to war
The slipping and sliding corrosive subsiding
That withered and wained till the world seemed all drained fills the bay

Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none
Second to none

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Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy) - Lyrics - Photographs & Memories - Jim Croce

Title: Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy)
Album: Photographs & Memories
Artist: Jim Croce
Composer(s): Jim Croce

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Lyric:
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He, too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say, ?Baby"
He got another one that just say, "Hey"
But every Sunday afternoon
He is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet

Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' 'shine outta Alabam'

Oh, The Demolition Derby and The Figure Eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the man
In Oklahoma City with a 500 gallon tank

Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He, too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say, "Baby"
He got another one that just say, "Hey"
And Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Yeah, Roy so cool, that racin' fool
He don't know what fear's about
He do a 130 mile an hour smilin' at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth

He got a girl back home, name of 'Dixie Dawn'
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear 'em screamin'
For that dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet

Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He, too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say, "Baby"
He got another one that just say, "Hey"
But every Sunday afternoon
He is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet

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Undaground Rappa - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Undaground Rappa
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): D Lynch, James Brown, C Charity, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
Yeah, 1 2, 1 2
Let you know how I do

Holy smokes, cheerio chap, I'm makin' toe taps so watch the birdie
Now check it how I wreck it like a demolition derby
Wit the Books, oops tutz, I used to live on Bedford
But now I rocks the microphone and chill like Robert Redford

So bring it 'cos I can swing a kid like Reggie Jackson
I got the backs 'n' bones but now I needs some action
Aiyo, you can call me Plato because my style is in there
And I'll dig in that anus, man, as if my name was swim wear

See I rock a hoodie sweater, more wood than Woody Pecker
I twist it like an ankle, G, or maybe Chubby Checker
In LA I hit the chronic, I'm super like the Sonics
I jab you with the left and swing a hook without the phonics

Okey dokey, hocus pocus, I make the dopest MC call a timeout
'Cos yo I rip the shit out when it's time to throw my rhyme out
I'm twisted, my flow'll make you dizzy like Gillespie
If ya test me I rip and flip ya script and then I jetsy

Yo, I be rippin' it like I get busy, I gymnastics when my raps gets
I slams a punk like Jordan slams a dunk wit the basket
Ballsy, I got ya all three [Incomprehensible] so
Fuck it what you heard, you need to get with what you're hearin' yo

Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
Undaground rappa

Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
All I need is just a mic and a track

Aiyo, my crew is top notch, I smell like sasquatch, that's why I rip shop
My crew be on the hustle plus we tighter than a zip lock
I freaks it vice-versa or maybe versa-vicea
It really doesn't matter, kid, you're sleepin' 'cos I'm nicer

I'm growin' lime to a lemon to break inside your car
See when I be on the block I'm like that nigga Agent R
'Cos when I talk, niggas listen, I rip 'til I drizz 'em
Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm

Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett
Some niggas wanna rock it when they think that I'm block it
Wit my grammar, 'cos yo I am a super flower
Ya best ta back the hell up when I swell up like a boa

Constrictor, 'cos yo I rip tha mic in half, G
Even if I slowed up your couldn't pass me
Well hello there momma, you better be bringin' the drama to a pause
Like a comma or I'ma have to drop you like some drawers

So hey hey hey, you thought I was just another bat like JJ
'Cos I be usin' a calender stupider dishin' nay-nays
So what's the way I'm flippin' like a double-header drinkin'
I rolls two spliffs so now I guess I'm double jointed

Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
Undaground rappa

Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
All I need is just a mic and a track

I be the devious, mischevious kid believe-me-est
Not the move to rip 'cos in a drip I freaks the sleaziest
Rappa-tight funk, punk I be rippin'
Niggas know my name I got more game than Scottie Pippen

Yo, I be kickin' it to the optic, grins for min when I'm knockin' skins
On niggas who be clockin' ends, oh next I guess I rock a Benz
But now I be 'em, niggas be like "Oh did ya see him?"
I'm creepy, I'm kooky and plus I make you scream

See I don't understand why niggas be wantin' to do me
You don't arouse me kid, you're softer than that Cosby kid Rudy
Huxtable, I bust a fuse like turns on a drum pattern
That one rings around that ass, G, like Saturn

Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
Undaground rappa

Down down down down
Make way for the undaground rappa
Down down down down
All I need is just a mic and a track

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Looking Down The Cross - Lyrics - Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good! - Megadeth

Title: Looking Down The Cross
Album: Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good!
Artist: Megadeth
Composer(s): David Mustaine

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Lyric:
Now, before they take me and my blessed life
Now, you'll know why death was summoned here tonight
I'll recall my perils they'll kill me in pride
No, I can't run away there's no place to hide

Though too much to live for I owe enough to die
Ask not for salvation my death shall mean their lives
Hatred and guilt the alter they've built high priests of sin
Destiny fate the wicked ones gate beckoning you in

Down the walkways through the blood stained town
Looking down the cross bleeding from the crown
Led to stay to die beside the thieves
Kill the king of the world to be

And now to you this will come a purifying pestilence
More noxious then the serpent's breath malevolently destined
More corrupt then the malice of Choronzon
More disease then the wind of the moonlight sun

Putrefaction you have caused no need for confession
Now you wish you had a god to stop your demolition
Crushing the bones of the hundred folds
Swinging the judgment hammer

Man, woman, child no one is safe
The heads of the dead are the banner
And this was all you got so don these broken wings
Sands of time run out bells of hades ring

Is this a nightmare to unhallow thy name?
Smell of brimstone dancing in the flames
No help now as you fulfill his task
Chief of evil has got you by the ass

Set free to sit upon the throne
Just a dream you're weeping all alone

Looking down the cross, speak no evil
Looking down the cross, speak no evil
Looking down the cross, speak no evil
Looking down the cross, speak no evil

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