Dumb Girls - Lyrics - While You Can - Lucy Woodward

Title: Dumb Girls
Album: While You Can
Artist: Lucy Woodward
Composer(s): Vini Poncia, Kevin Kadish, Lucy Woodward

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Lyric:
He broke my heart today, I don't know what to say
I can't feel a thing at all, I did not see it comin'
Now, you just a man that got away, I look at the ground
And give the sky the middle finger, something inside said
Here's a day you should remember
So mark it on a wall, yeah, yeah, yeah

I never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to dumb girls
Taking themselves too seriously, I was so damn smart
I was the one girl who never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to somebody else

I miss you so much, can't stand it you bring out the blonde in me
'Cause I'm still hanging on even though you done me wrong
And I got the heart to forgive this but I'd never let you know
What kind of girl would put herself in that position? Yeah
To think that I could ever fight the system and I got fooled again

I never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to dumb girls
Taking themselves too seriously, I was so damn smart
I was the one girl who never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to somebody else

I thought I was strong but I was just dreamin'
I can't believe it that nothing was wrong
I thought I knew what was goin' on
But love was deceiving me, now I'm just a dumb girl, yeah
A dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girl, that's what I am, yeah, yeah

I never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to dumb girls
Taking themselves too seriously, I was so damn smart
yeah, I was the one girl who never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to somebody else

Only shit like this would happen to me
Can't believe this shit could happen to me, yeah, yeah
'Cause something like this only happens to somebody else
I guess, I'm just a dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girl
That's what I am, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girl

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Dumb It Down - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Dumb It Down
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco

Lyric:
Carrera
(Dumb it down)
Coolest, what
(Dumb it down)
FNF up
(Dumb it down)
(Dumb it down)

I'm fearless, now hear this, I?m earless
And I?m peerless, that means I?m eyeless
Which means I?m tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is

Which means I?m blinded
But I?mma find it I can feel its nearness
But I?mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer

But I remember I?m not a listener or a seer
So my windshields smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn?t be behind this
Clearly cause my blindness

The windshield is minstreled, the whole grill is road kill
So trill and so sincere, yea I?m both them there
Took both pills when a bloke in a trench coat
And the locs in a chair had approached him here

Made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts
Who supplier of the notes that they living
Riverton is rosey, pockets full of poseys
Given to the mother of the deceased awaken at war
'Till I'm resting in peace

You going over heads Lu
(Dumb it down)
They telling me that they don't feel you
(Dumb it down)
We ain?t graduate from school
(Dumb it down)
Them big words ain?t cool
(Dumb it down)

Yea I heard "mean and vicious"
(Dumb it down)
Make a song for the *****
(Dumb it down)
We don't care about the weather
(Dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you
(Dumb it down)

And I?m mouthless which means I?m soundless
Now as far as the hearing now I found it
It was as far as the distance from an earing to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in the Lear

She fine and she flying I feel I?m flying by 'cause my mind?s on cloud nine
And in her mind and at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who?s also Klingon to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks but I Spinks like Leon

Or lion in the desert, I?m flying on Pegasus, you flying on a pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flower
Spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle skit
Yea, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white horse
But toot my own horn

You been shedding too much light Lu
(Dumb it down)
You're makin' 'em wanna do right Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're getting self esteem Lu
(Dumb it down)
These girls are tryna be queens Lu
(Dumb it down)

They're tryna graduate from school Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're starting to think that smart is cool Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're tryna get up out the hood Lu
(Dumb it down)
I don't tell you what you should do
(Dumb it down)

And I?m brainless which means I?m headless like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplayless sex is, which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang a chain with

Which makes me necklace less like a necklace theft
And I ain?t use my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
About the best fair FF jet in the nest

Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even scuba Steve will find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues, my snorkel is a tuba
Lu the ruler around these seas

Westside Poseidon, Westside beside him
Chest high and rising almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make you flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves

David Blaine, make it rain, make a boat, I make a plane
Then I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside

You be putting me to sleep
(Dumb it down)
That's why you ain?t poppin' in the streets
(Dumb it down)
You ain?t winning no awards
(Dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards?
(Dumb it down)

GQ man of the year G?
(Dumb it down)
Ain?t rocking over here B
(Dumb it down)
Why don't you talk about your cars?
(Dumb it down)
And what the f*** is 'go yard'?
(Dumb it down)

Make it rain for the chicks
(Dumb it down)
Pour champagne on a *****
(Dumb it down)
What the f*** is wrong with you?
(Dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you?
(Dumb it down)

Look B, here?s my math, my 2way, uh
What's, uh, here take this, stay right there
What my boys talking about
You hot for me, I like you

Listen G they tell me I should come down cousin
But I flatly refused I ain?t dumb down nothing

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Girls - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Girls
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(Ay, loco, sing that one more time sound good, 'cuz)
Girls, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
I like the girls
(Give me a light, loc, a tell that girl over there
My name is Afroman)

I like 'em short, I like 'em tall
I like 'em big, I like 'em small
I like 'em with hair, I like 'em bald
To make a long story short, I like 'em all

I like this girl, I like that girl
I like the skinny girl, I like the fat girl
I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl Ms. 'Goodie Goodie Two Shoes'

Girls
(I like the girls, sing it ya'll)
I like the girls
(You know I do, I'm so in love with you)
Girls
(Oh, baby)
I like the girls
(You gotta understand, I can't operate with no man)

I like 'em shy, I like 'em bold
I like 'em young, I like 'em old
I like 'em smart, I like 'em dumb
I like women anyway they come

Man, I like 'em when they're beautiful
I like 'em when they're ugly
I like it when they ignore me
I like it when they bug me
Ain't a woman that I don't like
I got drunk one time and tried to talk to a dyke

Girls
(I love the girls, yeah)
I like the girls
(Adam gave up his rib so I could take
A hot mama back the crib)
Girls
(I love you, baby, yeah)
I like the girls
(Hey, lady, I'm the hungry hustler Afroman)

I like the wrong girl, I like the right girl
I like the black girl, I like the white girl
I like the brown girl, I like the yellow girl
I like the rich girl, I like the ghetto girl

I like the nice girl, I like the mean girl
Outer space, I even got a green girl
I like the city girl, I like the country girl
Don't let me get high and get the munchies, girl

Girls
(When I'm 99, I'ma have me a woman that's fine)
I like the girls
(Make love and have a heart attack
Cum and go at the same time)
Girls
(Afroman, yeah, Afroman)
I like the girls

Ay man, I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood
When I was a little kid, check it out, man

I met Lil' Red Riding hood
We took a ride to my hood and I rode her real good
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream
To make Red Riding Hood holler and scream

I said, ?Boom, bang, pop, pow
Grandmama can't help ya now
When you're on all fours like a horse on her hoof
I'm Afroman, the Big Bad Wolf?

Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(A both, y'all say yeah, yeah)
Girls
(I like the girls)
I like the girls
(You know why? 'Cause I'm a locsta, locsta hundred spokesta)

Girls, they gotta be the most precious commodity
My brain's like the ocean but nothing is swimming
Through my head except naked women
Of course I wanna have sex with you

Do I look like I'm a homosexual?
All you feminists hate my guts
But girl, you gonna love these nuts

Girls
(Yeah, we gonna break it down, you understand me)
I like the girls
(All my G-mosobies up there in Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia)
Girls
(I'm smokin' tumbleweed with all my homies from
Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie)
I like the girls
(Ay, man, check out this song we used to
Sing when we was little kids, right)

My girl got two big lips, taste like potato chips
My girl got two big boobs just like two inter tubes
My girl got two big hips just like two battleships
My girl got real long hair down to her underwear

My girl gotta slender waste
Her favorite seat is on my face
I got taste, I got taste

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Girls - Lyrics - Purple Haze - Cam'Ron

Title: Girls
Album: Purple Haze
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, Henri Charlemagne, Robert Hazard

Lyric:
Killa, Dipset, Charlemagne
Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky
Let's go, what they wan' sing?

Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have
Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have

Damn, chump pass, he a dumb ass
Call J.R., get a fun pass
Yeah, she come fast, so she leave quicker
'Cause she cum faster, skeet skeet nigga

We be wit her, me, Jim Z, hit her
Then she wit flea flicker, Don G.G, get her
P.E wit her, wee wee, eazy
Ol' me, ol' G, little me, lick her

So she need liquor never seem sicker
Nigger, if rap was head, she could be Twista
Had her alley to alley
Hawaii and Mawi, and Cali to Bali

Up in White Lotus, dog, you might notice
That you type bogus, me I'm quite focus
An' hope is hopeless
Disappear in the air, hocus pocus

Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have
Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have

Goddamn, stuck like stuck o
Cut loose slut, no, here he come, uh oh
Man, see what the fightin' do, that's why I'm pipin', boo
Ain't even likin' you, I'm excitin', true

Just right I do, heals high
Wheels fly, real fly, Nikes' on you
An' a righteous view, from night to new
Day, hey, play, catch a flight for two

An' you hawk, you a baller
Baller, hawker, dog you a stalker
Upset 'cause what she was showin'
Aww man, you ain't in gear for knowin'

Ask question if youre a hoe and
Whatz that? Who you wit? Where you at? Where you goin'?
Where you goin', I'm flowin', she blowin'
Sky high like a bowin', got pies like it snowin'

Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have
Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have

Females, better twirl on yours, better curl on yours
'Cause I swirl on shores
Come back to a pearl golf porch
I'm Kurupt, cause 'Girls all pause'

An' the world is yours, honey, sip sizzurp Earl of course
And you know I'm in the buildin', mister
Wit the Olsen twins or the Hilton sisters
An' I haul 'em in to the Hilton's, mister

I milked them, I killed them
You quilt them, you missed her
You helped her, you kissed her
You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers

Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have
Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have

Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have
Girls, they want, wanna have fun
Girls just wanna have

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Suckas - Lyrics - Philly'S Most Wanted

Title: Suckas
Artist: Philly'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Joel Witherspoon, Pharrell Williams, Al'Baseer Holly

Lyric:
Know what I need y'all to do? C'mon
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce

What's a sucka?
The type nigga run around frontin'
Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted
What's a sucka?

Type that start it but won't finish it
Act like a thug when he really wasn't in this shit
Suckas, the type that ain't gettin' no cheddar
And can't afford Cris so he save Mo better

Suckas, type that hate to mention that we buzzin'
But quick to tell a bitch that me and Mr. is cousins
You know, suckas
Thanks to you, he had to die

But you only shot back 'cause you were scared and was high
Suckas, like to run his mouth like a bitch
Cocktail him and he's lookin' at 10 and then he snitch
Suckas, the type front like he got ends

And his whip paint his different numbers off of his Benz
Suckas, you know that type that never had nothin'
Soon as I fuck a bitch he got to have somethin'
Suckas, you know Bonic know that type cat

I ask is that your bitch you like
"We ain't like that"
Suckas, first name Tommy, last Tucker
I leave you I'm talkin' about you motherfucker

It's funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now
Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now

Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now
Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now

What's a sucka? The type who see me and turn jell
Suckas, say my chain ain't platinum he can tell
When he put it in his hand and weigh it like it's a scale
Suckas, play thugs till you see 'em in jail

Sucka shit, hate on you quick in front of chicks
You see 'em and they be like
"Man I ain't say that dumb shit"
Suckas, for nothin', push your wig back

Tellin' everybody where Bonic and Mr. live at
Suckas, get robbed know exactly who did it
And actin' like it's beef and really be cool wit it
What's a sucka? Cuttin' on niggas in front of people

Scared later on get his own head to beep you
On his voice mail sayin', "We got the same people"
Suckas, don't cock the gun, they'd rather run
But never M R dot 'cause I'm not the one
And you say you're not a sucker, why you feel like one?

It's funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now
Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now

Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now
Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now

Hey yo it's Bonic baby, playa ball OG
From gazen ever, to J A C O B
Gang come wit me whenever I'm OT
And the nigga that they can't fuck with? Oh, me

Suckas, hate 'cause they bitch like Mr.
And know I'm a fuck if that bitch got a sister
Suckas, them industry niggas that try to fake me
And act like they don't know that Most Wanted 'bout to take me

And get more money than a lil bit, you? A lil bit
You doin' all this shit, Most Wanted is done wit
And fuck your own head I'm the one he come get
Suckas, I make them niggas pat chromes right

While we bang BBS they rockin' Rhymestones
Mr. get ya, hit ya, twist ya, right out the frame
When I snap get the picture?
Flow airtight like Glad bags with Zippers

Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now
Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now

Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now
Funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now

Suckas, suckas, suckas, suckas

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Get Em Girls - Lyrics - Cam'Ron

Title: Get Em Girls
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, Dario Ruben Rodriguez

Lyric:
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judist or Juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of Hoosiers

I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat

When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind

They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her, get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em girls

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers, I'm getting money nigga
So you should move away or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say, I'm getting money nigga

First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her I'm getting money nigga
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we getting money nigga
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room, I'm getting money nigga

Wreck 'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
Since the movie cacoon had my uzi, platooned
I'm getting money nigga

They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em girl

My team is the goonies, we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me, I'm getting money nigga

Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, VS 1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Maury flow, from the Maury show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show

He in boot camp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no health care, a true tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey

Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa

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Get 'Em Girls - The Mizzle Outro - Lyrics - Purple Haze - Cam'Ron

Title: Get 'Em Girls - The Mizzle Outro
Album: Purple Haze
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, Dario Ruben Rodriguez

Lyric:
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judist or Juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of Hoosiers

I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat

When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind

They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her, get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em girls

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers, I'm getting money nigga
So you should move away or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say, I'm getting money nigga

First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her I'm getting money nigga
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we getting money nigga
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room, I'm getting money nigga

Wreck 'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
Since the movie cacoon had my uzi, platooned
I'm getting money nigga

They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em girl

My team is the goonies, we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me, I'm getting money nigga

Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, VS 1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Maury flow, from the Maury show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show

He in boot camp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no health care, a true tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey

Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa

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The Velourium Camper Iii: Al The Killer - Lyrics - Coheed And Cambria

Title: The Velourium Camper Iii: Al The Killer
Artist: Coheed And Cambria
Composer(s): Michael Todd, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever

Lyric:
At birth, given scars along tender heart liberties
In justice for awkward living situated casualties
They lay dead along your floor

Careful not to wake them, they're sleeping
In the morrows, good morning
The dying will discard the wish to live

When I kill her, I'll have her
(Dance upon the grave of the dead upon your name)
And die white girls, die white girls
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)

You'll get nothing for something
Arise the hidden war of a dead song unsung
The night of your children's day
Beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up

Seal the lips of your voice with haste
And cower at the sounds, they make their way
Surprise speed and malice
The opposing break the surface hold ready

When I kill her, I'll have her
(Dance upon the grave of the dead upon your name)
Die white girls, die white girls
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)

Will the killing veil love, should the heroes play dumb, dumb?
But killing's no fun when the heroes are none, none
[Incomprehensible]

Bye bye world, bye bye world
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon your name)
And die white girls, die white girls
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)

And bye bye world, bye bye world
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon your name)
And die white girls, bye bye world
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)
Upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave

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Dumbass Country Boy - Lyrics - Stayin' Alive - Jackyl

Title: Dumbass Country Boy
Album: Stayin' Alive
Artist: Jackyl
Composer(s): Jesse James Dupree

Lyric:
I'm just a dumb ass country boy
I think people wanna rock but what do I know
I remember the days when men were men
If it was up to me I'd bring 'em back again
And I'd kick your candy asses up around your jaded ears

I'm just a dumb ass country boy
I think people wanna rock but what do I know
I got friends with names like Slim and Coy
Just a dumb ass country boy
I'm just a dumb ass country boy

I punch the clock for 40 'cause it's all I know
Remember the days of jammin' drugs and love
And it was cool to say yes to all the above
And I still can't find nothing wrong
With saying yes to smoking mother nature

I'm just a dumb ass country boy
I think people wanna rock but what do I know
Got friends with names like Slim and Coy

Now people listen to me, I'm your social conscience
I been gone for a while you've had to make it on your own
Now people listen to me, you got no social conscience
You gotta get up, get up and get over it

That's right, I just wanna change the world
Change the world's diapers that is
All those tender ass sons o' bitches
Who are all these goobers who say
What's cool and what's not cool
What's hip and not hip?

Yeah, I might be a one hit wonder
I might not be
But then again it might only take me one hit
To knock your teeth down your God damn throat

That's right, the girls only want crab my ass
So Peggy ass pal
It's time for me to drive this Impala
You need to be programmed, I'll program your ass
Listen to me motherfucker, listen to me

I'm just a dumb ass country boy
I think people wanna rock but what do I know
Got friends with names like Slim and Coy
I'm just a dumb ass country boy

I think people wanna rock but what do I know
Got friends with names like Slim and Coy
It's the simple things that I enjoy
With my friends that are named Slim and Coy

Hey, what do I know?
What do you know?
What does anybody fuckin' know?

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My Love [Remix] - Lyrics - From Me to U - Juelz Santana

Title: My Love [Remix]
Album: From Me to U
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Gregg Green, J Ingram, Leslie Pridgen, Seon Thomas, Laron James

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Lyric:
For lovin' me girl
Just wanna thank you
Look at what you can do, man
I like this shit right here, man
Come on, girl, come on, yeah
Let's do it like this
Santana's so focused on you
Come holla at a boy that's focused on you

Shorty, I ain't tryin' to give you the run around
I'm just tryin' to come get you a run around
Skip through a couple of towns
Maybe skip through a couple of rounds

If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down
I'm sort of a long distance brother
Long checks, long chips, long dick and rubbers
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature, trust that I'll take ya

And you know what
I'll show you the rules and parameters
Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it
Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it
On the block soon as the moon it be scramblin'

And you can be my down ass
Yeah baby, that's for sure, I'm a show you how to package raw
How to snap it on, how to take trips with the package on
How to go and come back with the package gone
Just stacks of cash beyond

And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls
No game just fuck you girls
Pollute the mind and corrupt the world

Yeah, give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cakes
Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state
Every club, every party, we fly
Baggin' bitches, every party and high

Yeah, please believe Jimmy Jizzie's the truth
Every where I go to brezies I'm true
Man they tell me that I over does it
You need to slow up, you over thugging

But the hoes slugging in the open public
I smoke like fuck it, I just roll up puffing
Now they roll up fucking
Take two totes and love it

Yeah yeah, plus my bitches swear, I'm like Richard Gere
Put them in my Coupe moving fast switching gears
Tell 'em to listen here, get it crystal clear
Stay crispy to the fit in every kick I wear

Yeah, she was feeling my gangstas
Summer time in one's jeans and my tank top
I'm on the scene with the dice like banks stock
Get money man, yeah uh

Baby girl, I'm a player with pass ball
Moving fast, hundred grand on the black fall
Please love, get your feet up off my dad's velour
This is cash door, we gonna crash course

And y'all nigaz betta cuff ya girls
'Cause Santana and Jones runnin' up the girls, yeah
No game just fuck you girls
Pollute the mind and corrupt the world

Yeah, give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cakes
Hit a town, hit a city, hit a state
Every club, every party, we fly
Baggin' bitches every party and high, yeah

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Doing Dumb Shit - Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

Title: Doing Dumb Shit
Album: Death Certificate
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
O'Shea, O'Shea
Get your ass in here, boy
You hear me calling you?
O'Shea

When I was young, I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing Space Invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids

Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that, I had a lot of pull, G
Cheating on tests, making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess

It must a been a half moon
'Cause you'll catch me running out the little girl's bathroom
Chewing on Good and Plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies

Yo, I was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes, man
When you young it's hard to see
That it's wrong throwing rocks at the RTD

Popping out your window with a BB gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though I was still shooting blanks

As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until I got my ass whipped
'Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit

Thirteen, that's how old I was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And I was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class

Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch I could lie to
Tell 'em I was older than I really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed

That's what a mack's made of
But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then I put the rubber on the wrong way

But I still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn, I was hot
A virgin but I still knew how to lay pipe

Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and Jimmy felt funny

Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
'Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick
'Cause I was still young doing dumb shit

At 17 got my first Volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the OG's and got some street knowledge

Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Till they said that I might not graduate

Then I said, "Fuck the dumb shit
'Cause Pops'll fuck me up quick"
And things continued

So I start rapping about shit I been through
And I got real good
Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that I did seven years back

Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
'Cause they died young doing dumb shit

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My Love - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: My Love
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Gregg Green, J Ingram, Leslie Pridgen, Seon Thomas, Laron James

Lyric:
For lovin' me girl, just wanna thank you
Look at what you can do man
Free I like this shit right here man
Girl c'mon get up, let's do it like this
Santana's so focused on you
Come holla at a boy that's focused on you

Shorty I ain't tryin' to give you the run around
I'm just tryin' to come get you and run around
Skip through a couple towns
Maybe skip through a couple rounds

If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down
I'm sort of a long distance brother
Long checks, long chips, long dick in rubbers
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature, trust that I'll take ya

Hey you know what, I'll show you the rules and perimeters
Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it
Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it
On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin'

And you can be my down ass bitch
Yeah baby that's for sure, I'm a show you how to package raw
How to snap it on, how to take trips with the package on
How to go and come back with the package gone
Just stacks of cash beyond

And y'all niggaz betta cuff ya girls
'Cuz Santana and Free is runnin' up the girls
No game just fuck your girls
Pollute her mind and corrupt the world

Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake
Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state
Every ghetto, every hood we there
Heavy metal in a roc-a-wear yeah

I been there every ghetto all around the world
I've put that rock shit around ya girl and take down nigga
I take pounds nigga, matter fact I take pounds to chicks
Give 'em train tickets across the border

Is you going or what?
Can you go bring back my packages that you joined to her
Get in positions with my squad
That's like ironic, you wit me then the venential driver
I'll have you drive me to E-way and stuff, stuff in out tronics

Shit I need a woman to bake
Cook pies in the winter then diet, give her the weight
She'll have pounds in the summer, I like roc-a-wear miss wear
Thick hair, chick there, fat ass, sick pair
When we travel to Orlando when we get there, shit yeah

Bialingal always slang, across the border diamond yang
Put in orders, even though we just came to hang
Then we take it where we left there heck yea
I need more then a woman 'cause it's more then you think here

Bank here, who rank down here?
And I'm more then a rapper
'Cause it's more then these rhymes here
Poss here hold Nas down here holla

And y'all niggaz betta cuff ya girls
'Cuz Santana and Free is runnin' up the girls
No game just fuck your girls
Pollute her mind and corrupt the world

Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake
Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state
Every ghetto, every hood we there
Heavy metal in a roc-a-wear yeah

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Hot Spot - Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Title: Hot Spot
Album: Chyna Doll
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Robin Mays, S Carter, I Marchand

Lyric:
Uhh
Guess who's back uhh
Yeah, uhh

Aiyyo rhyme or crime, let's get it on
MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan
Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice
When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong
I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze
Flows all night like vintage dom
Been this nice since the first Prince Bomb
Before the artist was known as wit my grown ass

Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past
Celly on roam, full belly, first class
And I don't play, I watch them pockets
Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches
See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it
Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this
My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
You ain't got dough, you can't go with the fox bitch

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

Yo cats bustin' out the six, cash flushin' out the niggaz
Platinum heart in half hangin' 'tween the two tit ties
Scheme on your team, lookin' over graph pictures
Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors
Love, after the club, meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us
Order a steak, a glass of OJ to breakfast
Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave

The night is young, I'm likin' son
Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb
His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb
Pull up my tights some, enticin' him
You can handle the work, I'll play wit it
Till he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it
Bitches in the clubs they, hated it
'Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav
Knocking jigga out the Navigator, laying' back, I stay in that
Me fallin' off imagine that, it's not the case
I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy and Mase
You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
Big ballin' bitch, I want all of this shit
Six AMG's with the spoiler kit
Chromes from the fac', phones front and back

Co Co, flow, niggaz is wantin' that
Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin' that
I heard you wanna stop fox, tell me how so
I got that New York, to the Dirty South Flow
Whole album hot, even the outro
This time around I'm tryin' to do about fo'
This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough
And y'all in the club I make em bounce

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

Hot spot
Bar y'all
Alright
Our world
Hot spot
Bar y'all
Alright
Our world

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Jealous Girls - Lyrics - Thug Misses - Khia

Title: Jealous Girls
Album: Thug Misses
Artist: Khia
Composer(s): Khia Chambers, Michael Williams, David Merriweather

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Lyric:
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)

I'm a bad ass bitch
And let you know I ain't with that bullshit
You get me wrong, I'ma go off in this bitch
His shit, your shit, y'all shit
'Cause all I'm tryin' to do is keep it real
And let you broads really know how I feel
I'm not askin', I'm demanding for respect
And if not it's your chin I'm gonna check

Bitch, respect me when I come through
I'm looking good, tan skin wit my crew
And brush you off 'cause you flaw, who you
Tryin' to see trust the speed, girl you weak?
Do your thang, it's your thang, don't be scared
The men, I got them and you know I got the bling
The style, I got the style, you know I'm onto you
'Cause you's a hoe, a jealous hoe, you know it too

Now you hoes don't be about shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You jealous hoes ain't gon' never have shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
(Them jealous girls)

And you know it too
You arguing with your man, fighting about me boo
If he ain't home you call him swearin' he's with me
And yes he is, we in Jacuzzis and the baddest suites
You breakin' bread, givin' head and you hatin' me
I'm looking good representing while you hating me
Hate your man, he the dog and he dogging you
I'm getting mine, let if fly out your mind, your boo

Get it right, don't be jealous hating, plotting on me
It's your man, you leave the dip if you ain't want it to be
With his games and his lies got you jealous of me
Got you walk right by late night to see
His car parked outside, done blowed you high
Got you fucking up the shit, got you wanting to fight
Pimp when I turn 'em loose you grow jealous of me
Wondering what it is I'm doing, why he wanting to leave?

Now you hoes don't be about shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You jealous hoes ain't gon' never have shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
(Them jealous girls)

Bitches think, I wonder, woman wanna holla to this
How else the fresh young single I'm the baddest bitch
It's mine all the time, y'all be losing your mind
Trying to find out what I'm doing, know the place and the time
Get a life dumb bitch, why you worry about me?
Get your own shit bitch, I hear you plotting on me
My shits together got it all, never takin' the fall
Air time much love, bitch I ain't worried at all

Now you hoes don't be about shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You jealous hoes ain't gon' never have shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
(Them jealous girls)

Now you hoes don't be about shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You punk ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
You jealous hoes ain't gon' never have shit
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All weak ass hoes always worried 'bout a bitch
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
(Them jealous girls)

All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)
All my bad ass bitches, fuck them jealous ass bitches
(J-j-jealous, j-j-jealous)

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The Upside - Lyrics - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast - Kid Rock

Title: The Upside
Album: Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Bright Arenas, Nile Rodgers, R J Ritchie, Bernard Edwards

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Lyric:
White boy get ready to do his thing's here

Here's a new jam for you to cling to
A funky rhythm that you can swing to
Kid Rock that's me and the party jumpin' is what I'm for seeing
So just chill or I'll boot you, get on me and I'll shoot you
I'm fresh to that there's no guessin'
Rock the mic without any fessin'

With your blessin' I will get stupid
You didn't know it I thought you knew it
I'm the kid that comes exactin' with my ace the black man
To B Boys from the Midwest
Rock the shows 'cause were professionals
On the set night and day while the girls say

Upside down
Can't you turn me inside out and 'round and 'round
Upside down
Can't you turn me inside out and 'round and 'round

The bass drops and works its hardest
For Kid Rock the new young rap artist
Clockin' paper 'cause I got soul comin' at you from the Motor capital
Shakin' booties not all the cuties
I'm too cool to be a little fruity
Drinkin' forties every weekend I'm the master who's always speakin'

To some freak and if I freak her
It's at Red Roof Inn where we sleep cheaper
But off that topic got to get it super dope, extremely poetic
The K I D R O C K in, I love girls that's how its layin'
With these jammies fuck the Grammies
All I care about is shaking fannies
And I have been doin' it for a long time
But now I'm nineteen and in my prime
Waxin' booties everyday while the girls say

Upside down
Can't you turn me inside out and 'round and 'round
Upside down
Can't you turn me inside out and 'round and 'round

On the mic is solo
'Cause I'm the Kid with all the dope lingos
Only rappin' 'cause I don't sing dope
Create a jam that's fresh in your bingo
Lace up the Reebok, comb the high top
Black dose with a little hip hop
And I style it with some uniqueness
You say I'm not fresh but I could careless
One of a kind when I rock the mic

I'm the one that your girl is likin'
Picture the girless women not lookin'
Create a beat that is fully hookin'
'Cause when I get dumb people have fun
Sisco save me the magnum
In a hell of a show I always display
While the girls say

Upside down
Can't you turn me inside out and 'round and 'round
Upside down
Can't you turn me inside out and 'round and 'round

Upside Kid Rock, Kid Rock
He's on the upside, get down Kid Rock
He's on the upside, get down Kid Rock
Yeah on the upside, upside

Upside get down Kid Rock
You're on the upside, get down Kid Rock
Your on the upside, get down Kid Rock
Your on the upside, upside

Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Kid Rock, Kid Rock

Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Kid Rock, Kid Rock

Kid Rock, Kid Rock

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Know My Name - Lyrics - Walk With Me - Jamelia

Title: Know My Name
Album: Walk With Me
Artist: Jamelia
Composer(s): Jamelia Davis, Karen Ann Poole, Carsten Schack, Peter Biker

Lyric:
It was the hottest day in summer of the London town
I was dressed to impress, you know how I gets down
Every guy that I passed looked at my ass like, "Whoa"
And this one in particular couldn't hold it down, he said

?Hi, do you wanna go for a ride?
I got it all, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you?
I said, ?You're promising the world
Thinking better make me your girl
But if promises are comfort to a bull
And you don't know my name?

Is it some guys are idiots?
Think their dumb lines are getting me
Ladies if you're with me, let 'em know
They gotta up their game

You better brush up your etiquette
A girl like me, you'll never get
Think you're gonna win it but you wont
Don't even know my name

Now me and my girls are ringing at the hottest bar
And their ain't no doubt, it going on is what we got
Now this boy slides over here like he's on roller skates
Puts his lips to my ear, one hand around my waist, he says

?Girl, I wanna make you my world
And all I have, I give it to you, I give it to you
And I say, ?Baby boy, you failed
Tonight you made no sale
'Cause my promises are comfort to a bull
And you don't know my name

Is it some guys are idiots?
Think their dumb lines are getting me
Ladies if you're with me, let 'em know
They gotta up their game

You better brush up your etiquette
A girl like me, you'll never get
Think you're gonna win it but you wont
Don't even know my name

Don't wanna be too hard on you fellas, fellas, fellas
I just wanna teach you a lesson
Don't need to know what you're sittin' on, no I don't need to
All you gotta do is get to know my name

Is it some guys are idiots?
Think their dumb lines are getting me
Ladies if you're with me, let 'em know
They gotta up their game

You better brush up your etiquette
A girl like me, you'll never get
Think you're gonna win it but you wont
Don't even know my name

Is it some guys are idiots?
Think their dumb lines are getting me
Ladies if you're with me, let 'em know
They gotta up their game

You better brush up your etiquette
A girl like me, you'll never get
Think you're gonna win it but you wont
Don't even know my name

Ladies if you're with me, let 'em know
They gotta up their game

You better brush up your etiquette
A girl like me, you'll never get
Think you're gonna win it but you wont
Don't even know my name

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Pinball Wizard - Lyrics - Elton John

Title: Pinball Wizard
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Peter Townshend

Lyric:
Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all

But I ain't seen nothin' like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He stands like a statue
Becomes part of the machine
Feelin' all the bumpers
Always playing clean

He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He's a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist
A pinball wizard
Got such a supple wrist

How do you think he does it?
I don't know
What makes him so good?

He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those buzzers and bells
Don't see lights a-flashin'
He plays by sense of smell

Always has a replay
And never tilts at all
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He can't beat me now
I've always been the champ
I know every trick
No freak's gonna beat my hand

Even at my favorite table
He can beat my best
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest

He's got crazy flipper fingers
I've never seen him fall
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

He's a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist
A pinball wizard
Got such a supple wrist

He's a pinball wizard
He's scoring even more
A pinball wizard
For the girls who dig pinball lore
He's scoring more
He's scoring more

I thought I was
The bally table king
But I just handed my
Pinball crown to him
To him
To him

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Drugs &Amp; Girls - Lyrics - Grand Theft Audio

Title: Drugs &Amp; Girls
Artist: Grand Theft Audio
Composer(s): Ritch Battersby, Richard Butler, Ralph Jessard

Lyric:
Celebrate thought crime
Censorship is gonna waste your mind
If it's dark and it's tasteless fine
We shower, more power
Try and make us weaker by the hour
And now the battle's begun
Means the end for some
Until the goddamn world is overrun
With a boy band softly singing
Deep inside my mind I'm thinking

Today your drugs, tomorrow your girls
Will be mine

I'm gonna make this plain
All this shit's driving me insane
Do you think you change it? lame
They fool you, they rule you
If they needed a prick, then they'd call you
Now you're suitably dumb, and yeah you're selling a ton
Until your goddamn life is overrun
With the bullshit, yeah you swim in
Deep inside your mind still thinking

Today your drugs, tomorrow your girls
Will be mine

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