He'S A Whore - Lyrics - Cheap Trick

Title: He'S A Whore
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen

Lyric:
Have you seen her face
She's got a face that would stop a clock
And with that face I surely won't stop
To look her in the eyes

But her money's green
Like tea and so's her teeth
But she's still so close to my reach
If I call, if I call at all

Any time at all
Any time at all
Any time at all
Any time at all

So the story goes
I think I'll take her for a ride
With this moneybag by my side
A gigolo is the only way to go

And so I show my face
And I can't even fake a smile
But I'm laughing inside all the while
This little girl, she's a joke, she's a joke, she's a joke

Any time at all
Any time at all
Any time at all
Any time at all

He's a whore
(I'd do anything for money)
He's a whore
(Look at the things that I write)
He's a whore
(Ooh, the stories I can tell)
He's a whore
(In the morning as well as night)

I'm a whore
(He'll do anything for money)
I'm a whore
(Look at the clothes that he wears)
I'm a whore
(He'll do anything for money)
I'm a whore

Ans so the story goes
I think I'll take her for a ride
With this moneybag by my side
A gigolo is the only way to go

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Grunge Whore - Lyrics - Turbonegro

Title: Grunge Whore
Artist: Turbonegro
Composer(s): Thomas Seltzer, Bengt Agnob Calmeyer, Hans Erik Dyvik, Rune Gronn, Pal Kjaernes

Lyric:
He walks the streets alone , his day's complete
Another showdown between the sheets
When he remembers the first time score
The scene was nasty and his ring was sore

He saw his chance to make it big
Red rubber mask and a dreadlocks wig
New music seminar, he made a scene
He drove them crazy, they made him scream

Tacoma Washington, a motel room
A sordid wedding, they switched as groom
They rode him hard but it just felt fine
He got to sign the dotted line

Fame and fortune, he struck it big
Hard but melodic became his gig
And every interview was so profound
A worthy exponent of that grungy sound

Grungy, well he's a grunge whore knows what he likes
Black leather men on motorbikes
No self respect, he's in it for the action
A million dollar satisfaction
He 's a grunge whore

Grunge whore
Grunge whore
Grunge whore
Grunge whore

But now the sad part, it's time to cry
Our indie hero is about to die
Turned blue in a locker room
He got to high, he shot his smack right in his fucking eye

Well he's a grunge whore knows what he likes
Black leather men on motorbikes
No self respect, he's in it for the action
A million dollar satisfaction
He 's a grunge whore

Grunge whore
Grunge whore
Grunge whore
Grunge whore

Well he's a grunge whore knows what he likes
Black leather men on motorbikes
No self respect, he's in it for the action
A million dollar satisfaction
He 's a grunge whore

Big wheels keep on turning, he 's a grunge whore
Napalm keeps burning, he 's a grunge whore
Paying for the CIA guns, grunge whore
With his distorted guitars and pounding drums, he 's a grunge whore

He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge whore

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Shabby Doll - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Shabby Doll
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4

Giving you more of what for
Always worked for me before
Now I'm a shabby doll

What's going on behind the
Green elevator door
With just a shabby doll

There's a hit man facing
A compromising situation
With just a shabby doll

And a very neat line
In character assassination
She's just a shabby doll

She's just a shabby doll
She's putting him off and putting you on
She's just the shabby doll

She's just the shabby doll
You're swearing upon you know in your heart
She's gone you know in your heart
She's just a shabby doll

There's a girl in this dress
There's always a girl in distress
She's just a shabby doll

She's so sure she's self-possessed
Then again she's half undressed
She's just a shabby doll

The boy that I used to be
Showed no sign of sympathy
For just a shabby doll

I have betrayed you and me
And paid for my own bribery
With just a shabby doll

She's just a shabby doll
She's putting him off and putting you on
She's just the shabby doll

She's just the shabby doll
You're swearing upon you know in your heart
She's gone you know in your heart
She's just a shabby doll

He's the tired toy that everyone enjoyed
He wants to be a fancy man
But he's nothing but a nancy boy
He's all pride and no joy

And being what you might call a whore
Always worked for me before
Now he's a shabby doll

Untie the gag the cat's out of the bag
But won't show his claws
He's just a shabby doll

She said you must be joking
Some things are best unspoken
You're just a shabby doll

He's lying limp and soaking
He was openly broken
By just a shabby doll

She's just a shabby doll
She's putting him off and putting you on
She's just the shabby doll

She's just the shabby doll
You're swearing upon you know in your heart
She's gone you know in your heart
She's just a shabby doll

She's just a shabby doll
She's just a shabby doll
She's just a shabby doll
She's just a shabby doll

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Poet And The Pendulum - Lyrics - Dark Passion Play - Nightwish

Title: Poet And The Pendulum
Album: Dark Passion Play
Artist: Nightwish
Composer(s): Tuomas Lauri Holopainen

Lyric:
The end
The songwriter's dead, the blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white land of Empathica
Of innocence, Empathica, innocence

The dreamer and the wine, poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
One last perfect verse is still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world, one for God, save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was there and then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right

Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world, one for God, save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world, whore for the cold world

Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The ever free

Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all

I'm afraid, I'm so afraid
Being raped again and again and again
I know I will die alone
But loved

You live long enough to hear the sound of guns
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
Long enough to see your friends betray you

For years I've been strapped unto this altar
Now, I only have three minutes and counting
I just wish the tide would catch me first
And give me a death I always longed for

Second robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half, infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world, one for God, save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world, whore for the cold world

Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day
The music he wrote had too long been without silence

He was found naked and dead with a smile in his face
A pen and one thousand pages of erased text
Save me

Be still, my son, you're home
Oh, when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end I will always love you

The beginning

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Dysentary Gary - Lyrics - Blink 182

Title: Dysentary Gary
Artist: Blink 182
Composer(s): Tom De Longe, Mark Hoppus

Lyric:
Got a lotta heart ache
He's a fuckin' weasel
His issues make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

'Cause I love your little motions
You do with your pigtails
What a nice creation
Worth another night in jail

He's a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom and trying on his father's tights

Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm giving up, she found someone
There's plenty more
Girls are such a drag

So all you little ladies
Be sure to choose the right guys
You'll come back to me maybe
I'll shower you with lies

Got a lotta heart ache
He's a fuckin' weasel
Decisions make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

Ease away the problems and the pain
The girl chose the one guy who makes you want to kick and scream
All along, you wish that she would stay
Fuck the guy who took and ran away

And he's a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom and trying on his father's tights

Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm giving up, she found someone
There's plenty more
Girls are such a drag

Fuck this place, I lost the war
I hate you all, your mom's a whore
Where's my dog?
'Cause girls are such a drag

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Dysentery Gary - Lyrics - Enema Of The State - Blink 182

Title: Dysentery Gary
Album: Enema Of The State
Artist: Blink 182
Composer(s): Tom De Longe, Mark Hoppus

Lyric:
Got a lotto heart ache
He's a fuckin' weasel
His issues make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

'Cause I love your little motions
You with your pigtails
What a nice creation
Worth another night in jail

He's a player, diarrhea giver
Tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to slayer
I would like to find him friday night
Hangin' out with mom
And trying on his father's tights
Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm givin' up, she found someone
There's plenty more
Girls are such a drag

So all you little ladies
Be sure to choose the right guys
You'll come back to me maybe
I'll shower you with lies

Got a lotto heart ache
He's a fuckin' weasel
Decisions make my mind ache
Want to make a deal

Ease away the problems and the pain
The girl chose the one guy
Who makes you want to kick and scream
All along, you wish that she would stay
Fuck the guy that took her and ran away

He's a player, diarrhea giver
Tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to slayer
I would like to find him friday night
Hangin' out with mom
And trying on his father's tight
Life just sucks, I lost the one
I'm givin' up, she found someone
There's plenty more
Girls are such a drag

Fuck this place!
I lost the war
I hate you all
Your mom's a whore
Where's my dog?
'Cause girls are such a drag

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Pimp Of The Nation - Lyrics - Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast - Kid Rock

Title: Pimp Of The Nation
Album: Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Arenas Bourne Hairston R J Ritchie

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Lyric:
There's only two types of men, pimps and Johns
There's one type of bitch and that's a hoe
Goddamn, how do you hooker, this is my world
Goddamn time to go, where's my doe? It's startin' to snow
All I want is the dollas, I've been a pimp so long you know
Gandhi when he had Afro

Pimp, hold my dick like a holster, all the girls want a Kid Rock poster
And be able to both stay looked at the number one pimp
With the number one rap, what's up with that, well, I'm a cool cat
With the rap, that's harder than a pimp slap and because I do
So much pimpin', one day I'll probably walk with a limp
And drive a big Lincoln, wearing an unbuttoned shirt
And be a 55 year old pervert but for now rap's the occupation
But one day watch I'll be pimp of the nation

Hoes are rustlic, Daddy's in the house
We got hoes and hoes and hoes, prices so low
We pratically given the coochie-coo away
Shake that booty, shake that booty
It's not a bid sale
It's a cake sell, goddamn It

Pimp of the Nation, I could be it as a matter of a fact, I foresee it
But only pimpin' hoes with the big tush, while you be left pimpin'
Barbra Bush, what's up granny, first name Annie, dried up cunt
And a saggin' fanny, the highlight of your sex adventures
You wanna suck dicks, take out your dentures
A show of life is all I'm givin', old pimp young hoes is how I'm livin'
But for now rap's the occupation
But one day watch I'll be pimp of the nation

I got all the hookers, goddamn It
I got Sensational Sherry, Juicy Lucy
Nasty Nancy and Tammy Toe Jam
All of them ready, willing and able to give the Mack Daddy
All the dollas and all the coochie-coo 'til
Death do we part

I have hoes like horses in a stable, rich, famous, willing and able
First off Ja Ja Kubore a different gore, is my highest paying whore
And for some hot booty waxin', 'Fake Ass' Latoya Jackson
Rosanne Barr is my newest trick
While on the beach I prune her with the dick
And the bitch who fucked with my cash
Robin Givens I'll rip your ass, yeah, yeah Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Don't fuck with me, I'll be pimp of the nation, bitch

One nation under a pimp
Gettin' paid 'cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin' paid 'cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin' paid 'cause suckers is pussy whipped
One nation under a pimp
Gettin' paid 'cause suckers is pussy whipped

Oh yeah, who's pimpin' out there
The Midwest is pimpin', Detroit is pimpin'
Mt. Clemens is pimpin', Romeo is pimpin'
The balck man, he's pimpin', Katie C, he's pimpin'
Bo you're pimpin', I said Tom, he's pimpin'
Chuck and Murph they're pimpin', D, he's pimpin'
Boner is pimpin', Ben, he pimpin'
Ralph C is pimpin', The Yound Brothers are pimpin'

Elie you're pimpin', I said Tony you're pimpin'
Hey Chicago, you're pimpin', Mr. Lee you're pimpin'
My pops is pimpin', my bro D, he's pimpin'
Jay Z, he's pimpin', Diesy is pimpin'
Dougie Doug is pimpin', D-Nice, he's pimpin'
Chuck Nice is pimpin', Barry White, he's pimpin'
New York pimpin', I said Philly is pimpin'
Oakland you're pimpin', Too Short you're pimpin'

Arseno Hall you're pimpin', Eddie Murphy you're pimpin'
Jive Records you're pimpin', RCA is pimpin'
Top Dogg is pimpin', Michael Jackson
Ah, you ain't pimpin' shit, word 'em up, word 'em up
Kid Rock, Kid, Kid Rock, Kid, Kid Rock
And I'm pimp of the nation, word, you stay on third base
I'm goin' home with the bacon baby
Peace

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Jack Of Spades - Lyrics - A Retrospective - Krs One

Title: Jack Of Spades
Album: A Retrospective
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Jack
Jack
Jack

Again we start, let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
But it's here, and everybody's in fear

Crashin' through the door of that whore
Bringin' a end to this gold chain war
What you saw, KRS-One is now seeing
Another fly human being

Making, no excuses for the losers
Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers
You don't like it but you gotta keep pushin'
Until somebody starts mushin'
All these suckers, claimin' to rule the environment
Nah man, I ain't buyin' it

You seem to think that everybody can be taught
That everyone else can be bought
But, you took a short, 'cause one guy hasn't been paid
He is the Jack of Spades

Jack
Jack
Jack

He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal
But don't let the temper boil
'Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows
That's right boy, anything goes

The crime is committed and he's right on your tail
There's no bail, not thinkin' 'bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
when Jack's on the scene

Track the movement, don't lose it
'Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine, cops, and more fiends
Who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain game

Here is the aim
Destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes
We don't like, criminals, and crime
But we don't pay it any mind

So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy
Slade, Hammer, and Slammer
I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar
And if you ain't up on it you gotta

Fall to the back of the line
Hear this rhyme, 'cause I'ma say it one more time
It's Jack's theme song that KRS made
It's called the Jack of Spades

Jack
Jack
Jack

You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you wanna see more, just watch me
Man, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh yeah, ohh yeah
One more time, ohh yeah
Flash the rhyme

Cool, guy, loud and quiet
If your head's in the way, he'll fly it
Don't try it, 'cause Jack of Spades doesn't buy it
He's a one man riot

Cleanin' the community, of all it's debris
The C R I M E
The road was long and scary and some didn't make it
The average guy couldn't take it

But Jack, is not, the average guy
He took a piece of the pie and bit it
Got with it, for his brother he did it
So you gotta admit it

This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero
Why? Because he started from zero
In this battle he clearly understands their power
They're payin' people by the hour

To sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny
They are gettin' everybody high
High on a cable, cash under the table
Currency is how they're able
To buy the cops and props and keep the law paid
But here comes the Jack of Spades

Jack
Jack
Jack
Break it down

Jack
Jack
Jack

Fresh for Jack of Spades, you suckers

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Jack Of Spades - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Jack Of Spades
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
Again we start, let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
But it's HERE, and everybody's in fear
Crashin through the door of that WHORE
Bringin a end to this gold chain WAR
What you saw, KRS-One is now seeing
Another fly human being
Making, no excuses for the losers
Chain-snatchers, pimps, drug abusers
You don't like it but you gotta keep PUSHIN
Until somebody starts MUSHIN
All these suckers, claimin to rule the environment
(Nah man, I ain't buyin it)
You seem to think that everybody can be taught
That everyone else can be bought
But, you took a short, cause one guy hasn't been paid
He is the Jack of Spades

* D-Nice scratches 'Jack Jack ' *

He's a, calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal
But don't let the temper boil
Cause just like a pot when the whistle blows
(That's right boy, anything goes!)
The crime is commited and he's right on your tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS
CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends
Who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME
Here is the aim --
Destroy all the stereotypes, hypes, and crack pipes
We don't like, criminals, and crime --
But we don't pay it any mind
So here comes Kung-Fu, Joe, and Fly Guy
Slade, Hammer, and Slammer
I, am a, renegade teacher and scholar
If you ain't up on it you GOTTA
Fall to the back of the line
Hear this rhyme, cause I'ma say it one more time
It's JACK'S theme song that KRS made
It's called the Jack of Spades

* D-Nice scratches 'Jack Jack ' *

You know, the Jack of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you wanna see more, just watch me
MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh yeah 'OHH YEAHHH'
One more time! 'OHH YEAHHH'
(Flash the rhyme!)
Cool, guy, loud and quiet
If your head's in the way, he'll FLY IT
Don't try it, cause Jack of Spades doesn't BUY IT
He's a one man riot
Cleanin the community, of all it's debris
The C-R-I-M-E
The road was long and scary and some didn't make it
The average guy couldn't take it
But JACK, is not, the average guy
He took a piece of the pie and BIT IT
Got with it, for his brother he DID IT
So you gotta admit it
This is a martyr, a soldier, a hero
WHY? Because he started from zero
In this battle he clearly understands their power
They're payin people by the hour
To sell, to lie, to try, to stand up and deny
They are gettin everybody HIGH
High on a cable, cash under the table
Currency is how they're able
To buy the cops and props and keep the law PAID
But here comes the Jack of Spades

* D-Nice scratches 'Jack Jack ' *

KRSBreak it down

* D-Nice scratches 'Jack Jack ' *

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Spellbreaker - Lyrics - Candlemass

Title: Spellbreaker
Artist: Candlemass
Composer(s): Leif Erik Edling

Lyric:
Walking 'round and 'round in circles
Locked inside himself
The funny farm where he can't hurt us
Or what we all believe

Mute and deaf with no obsessions
A broken watch he got
He's the one that got no questions
Not a word to breathe

And there you see that he flies
Across the room like a swan
The colors sparkle and change
Stars are born 'round a flashing sun

Then it all just stopped
The temperature it dropped
It was so quiet I couldn't hear
The sound of grief no more

We walked into the room
The small and padded room
I looked down on the man that laid
Crying on the floor

The mother of life is a whore

Always drooling walking backwards
Never dries his tears
Come and see the man of miracles
But please don't come so near

Writing weird stuff slow and patient
I think it's something deep
Then he tries some levitation
Before he disappears

And there you see that he flies
Across the room like a swan
The colors sparkle and change
Stars are born 'round a flashing sun

Then it all just stopped
The temperature it dropped
It was so quiet I couldn't hear
The sound of grief no more

We walked into the room
The small and padded room
I looked down on the man that laid
Crying on the floor

The mother of life is a whore

A rainy day, you too might meet him
Give him mercy, please
It won't be long until we'll need him
And all that's beautiful

If he speaks the world will tremble
A dream of love we'll see
He's our all the cosmic center
We are spinning 'round

And there you see that he flies
Across the room like a swan
The colors sparkle and change
Stars are born 'round a flashing sun

Then it all just stopped
The temperature it dropped
It was so quiet I couldn't hear
The sound of grief no more

We walked into the room
The small and padded room
I looked down on the man that laid
Crying on the floor

The mother of life is a whore

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Ugly Bitches - Lyrics - It Takes A Thief - Coolio

Title: Ugly Bitches
Album: It Takes A Thief
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Mickey Denne, Artis Ivey, Brian Dobbs, Ken Gold

Lyric:
A bitch is a bitch and we all know that
A hoe is a hoe wit a toe up slut so
If you're gotta have 'em, might as well be a fine one
But it seems that some niggas can't seem to find one
So they go and get a bitch that's lookin' like Trixie
And Hekkyl & Jekkyl wit some saggy ass titties
A big fat flagrant hoodrat hooker
And the nigga got the nerve to pretend she's a looker

Sportin that down from your arm like a Simpson
Talk about bitches that you wish you was pimpin'
Come around the homies and you swear that she's playin'
But everytime I see her, you're beggin'
Go get you a girl that got somethin' goin'
Get rid of that bitch that's lookin' like a dragon
Now, you wanna fight 'cos you're baggin' on your Mrs
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
But now that I'm grown I leave em alone
'Cos I went from rags to riches

They say 'Beauty is skin deep' but Goddamn weeded bitch
Look like buckwheat mixed with opi
Toe up, toe up, straight from the floor
And her bad ass breath is about to make me throw up
Niggas started dissin' and you blamed it on the gin
But the very next day you was with the bitch again
Now your ass is gettin' clowned like Bozo
But that's what you get for fuckin' with that ugly hoe

I don't know what possessed you, nigga
Stand that hooker in front of a trigger
Spendin' your time with a big goony goo goo
To niggas like you I gotta say "Choo choo"
Dig a ditch down in desperation
Send that monster on a permanent vacation
The girl is chop top, but you don't listen
'Cos some niggas like fuckin' with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
But now that I'm grown I leave 'em alone
'Cos I went from rags to riches

Aw shit, there go my nigga pretendin' he don't see me
Talkin' with a bitch that look like a flea G
Holdin' her hand as he walks thru the plaza
I try to play it off but I couldn't hold my laughter
The girl is done so take her ass off the oven
Put her on a boom and send her back to the covent
Cookin' up a plan in a big, black cauldron
And the dumb ass nigga don't know that he's fallin'

Into a trap 'cos now the whore is pregnant
9 months later and she's squirted on an insect
He don't wanna claim it, she went and got a test
Now he's sendin' child support in a big fat cheque
My nigga got depressed and he started drinkin' liquor
One night he got drunk, went to her house and killed her
Riches to rags and rags to riches
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
It seems that it's sad for this pussy I had
Came from some ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
It seems kinda sad 'cos this pussy I had
Came from some ugly bitches

So you mean to tell me you fuckin' with a bald headed
Ol' fat, lumpy, droopy, crack baby look a like, cisco drinkin'
Loud, ignorant, fucked up teeth, stank hoodrat, won't down
Once a month bleedin, butthead swap meet
AFDC, leaned-over tennis shoe, cigarette butt baggin bitch
Nigga, what's wrong wit you?
That's alright, she take care of a nigga though
That's all I know nigga, that's okay yeah, that's okay nigga

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Die Slow - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Die Slow
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Ty Fyffe, George Rafeik

Lyric:
Yo
(Die slow)
Yeah
(Die slow)
Ya niggas better
(Die slow)
Uh
(Die slow)

All you can do is die slow nigga
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
(Die slow)

All you can do is die
(Die slow)
Yeah
(Die slow)
(Die slow)

Fuck y'all
(Die slow)
(Die slow)
Die slow nigga
(Die slow)
(Die slow)

Yo, you against me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics
Strong enough to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 4 hundred pound driver
And drown you in less than an ounce of your own saliva

Rubber face rappers get, stretched like elastic
Claymation characters wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a white water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaked, paddlin' across the Niagara

My afterburners'll be burnin' you after
Ya' body already been splashed with acid and you turn to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the grass blastin'
Leavin' blood all over ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis

I'll fly ya' body outta Dallas
Perform plastic surgery while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses, I'll tell 'em that
You got murdered over some East West beef, between rappers

Radio stations'll express their sadness
Play classics back to back and pass out stop the violence pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls fuckin' ya' best friend
While you in hell throwin' tantrums

I'll be lampin' in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some pretty ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win
I'm laughin' 'cause you a has been
You'll never get ya' groove back

So don't even bother askin', Angela Bassett
You'll just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a basket
My left arms taken but my right ones free
That means I could diss another muthafuckin' emcee

Wit rhymes that appear clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television screen pixels
I fire pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles
Riddle ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle

Ya probably had no idea what you was gettin' into
On the mic, Can-i-bus is invincible
Fuck you

(Die slow)
Hey yo, that nigga got an attitude
(Die slow)
Yeah, he be actin' rude
(Die slow)
And he's always trynna' battle you
(Die slow)
That last album was terrible

(Die slow)
When he's on the radio
(Die slow)
He never got a clean mouth
(Die slow)
Yeah, every time he freestyles
(Die slow)
His words be gettin' bleeped out

(Die slow)
You got the album?
(Die slow)
Naw, I heard it was weak
(Die slow)
You got the album? I said it was weak
(Die slow)
But the shit don't come out till next week

(Die slow)
Hey yo, I like the nigga's beats
(Die slow)
Yo that shit be comin' bugged out
(Die slow)
Hey yo, that nigga Bis dumbs out
(Die slow)
He waited too long to come out

To you bitch niggas who talk alot but walk the block, in halter tops
Left side of ya chest, mark the spot
That's where a nigga put it, when I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some channel 6 footage

Know what is, me and Bis, runnin' through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin' for ya door knob
Throw a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, right out the North side

Your whole flow is porkrine, spit the small oints
I'm nasty, but my small joints grip the bar point
Drop on top of the blue line, right beside the red one
Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my career done

Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin' type
Especially those, surroundin' the mic, sound of the light
To the Journ, y'all ain't no suitable splitters
True to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya liver

Shoutin' my name
Ya best to control the noise soldier boy
Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids

(Die slow)
Yeah, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo
(Die slow)
I heard he's from Philly yo
(Die slow)
I seen him in Bis video
(Die slow)
He's so skinny tho'

(Die slow)
Now he's rollin' wit Canibus?
(Die slow)
I don't even understand his shit
(Die slow)
That nigga sounds like an amateur
(Die slow)
Yo, I heard Jay manage him

(Die slow)
Yo, he got some heavy gold shit
(Die slow)
Man, that's some old shit
(Die slow)
Yeah yo, the niggas that he roll wit'
(Die slow)
Probably let 'em hold it

(Die slow)
He got alotta Benji's
(Die slow)
No he don't
(Die slow)
Every time, when I see him in the back of the source
(Die slow)
He looks [Incomprehensible]

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Under The Influence - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Under The Influence
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): De Shaun Dupree Holton, Mark Randy Bass, Rufus B Johnson, Jeff Bass, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin' pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Bitch it's too late
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, 380 slug penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators

My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, forgive me

I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, brigade laced it
You hidin' I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin' me they bracelets

Chillin' in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink kahlua and gin throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the million man March we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire

(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)
Bitch didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?)
Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
(Damn!)

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a stop the violence rally, I blast gats

Be your mom on publishin', get your ass capped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Want your motherfuckin' pockets,ascap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's

Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag

We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome and causin more violence than nine hoodlums

I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a luni
I got a yuk mouth and it's polluted, I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin Kuniva yo yo
I leave ya face leakin' run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order

I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named fall out von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run

Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

Suck my motherfuckin dick, D-12 dirty motherfuckin' dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
Bizarre kid, swifty McVeigh, The Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Dirty Harry and Slim Shady

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Let Him Roll - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Let Him Roll
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
Now he was a wino tried and true
Done about everything there is to do
He worked on freighters and he worked in bars
He worked on farms and he worked on cars

Well it was white port wine that put that look in his eyes
Grown men get when they need to cry
We sat down on the curb to rest
His head just fell down on his chest

He says, "Every single day it gets just
A little bit harder to handle and yet"
Then he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered
And the words just rolled off down the gutter

Well he was an elevator man in a cheap hotel
In exchange for the rent on a one room cell
And he was old years beyond his time
No thanks to the world and the white port wine

So he said, "Son", he always called me son
He said, "Life for you has just begun"
Then he told me the story I'd heard before
How he fell in love with a Dallas whore

Now he could cut through the years to the very night
That it ended in a whorehouse fight
When she turned his last proposal down
In favor of bein' a girl about town

Now it's been seventeen years right in line
And he ain't been straightened none of the time
It's too many days of fightin' the weather
And too many nights of not bein' together
So he died

When they went through his personal effects
And among the stubs from a welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a door
And in a dress in Dallas and nothing more

The welfare people provided the Priest
The couple from the mission down the street
Sang 'Amazing grace' and no one cried
Except some lady in black way off to the side

We all left and she was standin' there
The black veil coverin' her silver hair
Ol' one-eyed John said, "Her name was Alice
She used to be a whore in Dallas"

So let him roll, Lord let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas to rest his soul
Just you let him roll, Lord let him roar
He always said that Heaven was just a Dallas whore
Just you let him roll, Lord let him roll
I bet he's gone to Dallas to rest his soul

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Can'T Hold Us Down - Lyrics - Stripped - Christina Aguilera

Title: Can'T Hold Us Down
Album: Stripped
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Greg Prestopino, Christina Aguilera, Scott Storch, Matt Morris, Matthew Wilder

Lyric:
So, what am I not supposed to have an opinion
Should I keep quiet just because I'm a woman
Call me a bitch 'cause I speak what's on my mind
Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled

When a female fires back
Suddenly big talker don't know how to act
So he does what any little boy would do
Making up a few false rumors or two

That for sure is not a man to me
Slandering names for popularity
It's sad you only get your fame through controversy, so sad
But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say

This is for my girls all around the world
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
Thinking all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do, girls, shout louder

Lettin' 'em know we're gonna stand our ground
Lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down

Nobody can hold us down
(Hold us down)
Nobody can hold us down
(Hold us down)
Nobody can hold us down
(Hold us down)
Never can, never will

So, what am I not supposed to say, what I'm saying
Are you offended with the message I'm bringing
Call me whatever 'cause your words don't mean a thing
'Cause you ain't even a man enough to handle what I sing

If you look back in history
It's a common double standard of society
The guy gets all the glory, the more he can score
While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore

I don't understand why it's okay
The guy can get away with it, the girl gets named
All my ladies come together and make a change
And start a new beginning for us, everybody sing

This is for my girls all around the world
(Round the world)
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
(Respect your worth)
Thinking all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do, girls, shout louder

Lettin' 'em know we're gonna stand our ground
So lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down

Check it
Here's something I just can't understand
If a guy have three girls then he's the man
He can even give us some head and sex her raw
If the girl do the same, then she's a whore

But the table's about to turn
I'll bet my fame on it
Cats take my ideas and put they name on it
It's aight though, you can't hold me down
I got to keep on moving

To all my girls with a man who be trying to mack
Do it right back to him and let that be that
You need to let him know that his game is whack
And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back

You're just a little boy
Think you're so cute so coy
You must talk so big
To make up for smaller things

Said you're just a little boy
All you do is annoy
You must talk so big
To make up for smaller things

This is for my girls
This is for my girls all around the world
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
(Respect your worth)
Thinking all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do, girls, shout louder
(Shout louder)

Lettin' 'em know we're gonna stand our ground
(Stand our ground)
So lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down

This is for my girls all around the world
(For my girls)
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
(Around the world)
Thinking all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do girls, shout louder

Lettin' 'em know we're gonna stand our ground
So lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down

Spread the word
Can't hold us down
Yeah, we here, we back again
Yeah, Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera, yeah
Can't hold us down

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Hollywood - Lyrics - Erykah Badu

Title: Hollywood
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): A Fischer, D Wolinski

Lyric:
He's on his way
He's moving to Hollywood
He's bussing into Hollywood
Show him the way
He's moving to Hollywood
He's hopping into Hollywood

He's waited at bus stops, all his life
He's been in and out of lost places
Seen eyes that spoke to him
From sad and empty place

He's on his way
He's moving to Hollywood
He's bussing into Hollywood
Show him the way
He's moving to Hollywood
He's hopping into Hollywood

You know he's gonna be dressed to kill
He's gonna find some brand new thrill
What ever it is he's looking for
You better tell him that there's so much more
In Hollywood, Hollywood

He's on his way
He's moving to Hollywood
He's bussing into Hollywood
Show him the way
He's moving to Hollywood
He's hopping into Hollywood

Painted faces, sunburned skin
Mixed expressions, smile whore thin
Caught in the blink of Hollywood
And in battle of maneuvering skin
False expressions, washed out dreams
Everybody makes believe in Hollywood

He's on his way
He's moving to Hollywood
He's bussing into Hollywood
Show him the way
He's moving to Hollywood
He's hopping into Hollywood

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Dubz - I Swear - Lyrics - Uncle B - N

Title: Dubz - I Swear
Album: Uncle B
Artist: N
Composer(s): Dino Contostavlos, Tula Contostavlos, Junior Edwards, Richard Rawson

Lyric:
Yo, I swear

I swear I miss the times when you would tie me to a chair
And tease me from the back of my neck right up to my ear
She would have me to herself, she didn't want nobody else
But I see that was at the time

I see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
I never thought she would have done a thing like this
So I'm sorry make your way towards the door
And never show your face again, bitch

So who do you think I am? Who do you think you are?
What the fuck's this? What's he doing here?
This are my apartment, tell him to duck home
I swear, I get him stripped down to his boxers
He's chilling and see time, end up in your library it looks

Tell me what do you see in a dude like this?
He can't even look me in the eyes
I can see straight through him, he's just a bitch
Do you feel him 'cause he's rich and did you leave me 'cause I'm broke?
You was only with me yesterday, you still bustin' my coke

You know I'm a sicko, sicko like my local pubs owner
What was Stanley Suk and ball screwdriver, straight canvas soldier
I'ma fuck ya, thought you love me
I mean these days you see me and you don't even hug me

Now you and I, yeah we share some thing special
Are you out of your mind?
But I'm really sorry give me one more try
'Cause everything you do got me goin' and I just can't lose this

Yeah, I swear, I swear I miss the times when you would tie me to a chair
And tease me from the back of my neck right up to my ear
She would have me to herself, she didn't want nobody else
But I see that was at the time

I see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
I never thought she would have done a thing like this
So I'm sorry make your way towards the door
And never show your face again, bitch

I swear I know I lied to you, I should've told the truth
I couldn't hurt your feelings so I lied when I told you
That I was chillin' with my girl when really I was somewhere else
Baby if you gave me all the love I needed
Then this wouldn't have happened

Have you forgotten the days when
Where you did the same thing to me and I forgave you baby?

Now you and I, yeah we share something special
Are you out of your mind?
I'm really sorry give me one more try
'Cause everything you do got me goin' and I just can't lose this

I swear, I swear, I miss the times when you would tie me to a chair
And tease me from the back of my neck right up to my ear
She would have me to herself, she didn't want nobody else
But I see that was at the time

I see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
I never thought she would have done a thing like this
So I'm sorry make your way towards the door
And never show your face again, bitch

Yesterday morning coming home at 5:34
The final show was canceled, I'm back early from tour
Soon as I open the door I see a pair of shoes on the floor
I know they ain't mine, I'm hundred percent sure

Now there's wild thoughts just running through my head
I'm thinkin of war, pacing up the stairs as quick as I can to the top floor
Half way there, pick up a tool that's laying on the floor boards
Saying Lord don't tell me this girl's turned to a whore

Who the hells shoes are these, I thought they were your new Nike's
Don't take me for a fool, I don't wear shoes like these, so don't lie to me
What do you mean? Where's he hiding?
I know you got a man up in here so why the fuck you lyin?

You and I, yeah we share some thing special
Are you out of your mind?
But I'm really sorry give me one more try
'Cause everything you do got me goin' and I just can't lose this

I swear, I swear I miss the times when you would tie me to a chair
And tease me from the back of my neck right up to my ear
She would have me to herself, she didn't want nobody else
But I see that was at the time

I see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
I never thought she would have done a thing like this
So I'm sorry make your way towards the door
And never show your face again, bitch

I swear I miss the times when you would tie me to a chair
And tease me from the back of my neck right up to my ear
She would have me to herself, she didn't want nobody else
But I see that was at the time

I see her kissing some other guy underneath the bridge
I never thought she would have done a thing like this
So I'm sorry make your way towards the door
And never show your face again, bitch

It's N-Dubz, N-Dubz, what?
Yeah, it's N-Dubz, N-Dubz
Two thousand and sexy
Tulisa, Dappy and Faze, na, na, nye

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American Psycho - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: American Psycho
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Denaun Porter

Lyric:
I'm the devil if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
I'm a mind fuck, completely dis-gus-ting
I'm a human mutt, fuck a being
I'm a dog fuck lambs, I'm silencin' 'em all
I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve
Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers
Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor

Each thought's completely warped
I'm like a walkin', talkin', ouija board
Speakin' in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before
H-hem delle la, ennich me noughh mi niche mick norr
Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em
'Til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em?
Well if so, get ready for some shit yo
"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin' schitzo

So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes
This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes
Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with
So someone this disturbed, sa sippin' on si zzurp
So lock your doors, drop to the floors
Get your shotguns drawn here comes another "Clockwork Orange"
Look at Bizarre, you really think he's right in his mind?
What the fuck you think's goin' through it when he's writin' his rhyme?

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his silent screams
You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams

It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again
Pickin' up transvestites on my Harley Davidson
My girlfriend's a crackhead whore
She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor
And take your bottles to the store
Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat
Run the street and suck another nigga's meat?
My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay

I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face
And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated
My girlfriend had a miscarriage I had to eat it
My dick is burnin', it ain't 'cause of disease
Because I'm jackin' off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze
I'm livin' in Waco Texas, me and my girl, fuck David Koresh
I'm startin' my own world, it's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary
Eatin' a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his silent screams
You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams

I was born feet first, smoke forties and drink weed
The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed
A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's
Got more power than five a iontons Dragon's python so
"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer"
Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro gas spiller
Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller"
Rifle slash knife faggit that's your "Cop Killer"

As a yung'un, I was beat where I was sleeping
Cross dressed just to get thrown in the women's prison
I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum
Being pressed 'cause the stress that caused the Ritalin
Pressed stressed and Ritalin' caused the cop's feelings
To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children
I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek, I throw you face flat off the terrace
So you can have somethin' to stare at

You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his silent screams
You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer
Blood spiller, mentality much iller
Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams
You'll feel his pain and his violent screams

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