Love Song - Lyrics - See You on the Other Side - Korn

Title: Love Song
Album: See You on the Other Side
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Lauren Christy, Scott Alspach Spock, Jonathan Howsman Davis, Atticus Ross, Reginald Arvizu, James Christian Shaffer, David Randall Silveria, Graham Edwards

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Lyric:
Mother
You're holding my heart, screaming
Motherfucker
They left me broken, bleeding

Son of
The man you loved and left for
The son of a bitch
Who tried to show me death's door

Everything's eliminated
Everything is dedicated
My belief destroyed my hated?
Never get what's overrated

Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted
Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal

Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
I'm dying here

As in
Obituaries rain down
It's okay
We're lying naked face down

Wasn't it decapitated?
Can you see me fascinated?
You're the only thing I've damaged
What you get to be mismanaged

Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted
Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal

Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
I'm dying here

Dying here
Dying here
Dying here

Don't bring me daffodils
Bring a bouquet of pills
See some geranium
Cracked to the cranium

Protect me when you can
Respect me when I am
Dying

Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted
Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal

Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
I'm dying here

Love song for the dear departed
Head stone for the broken hearted
Arms to kill
Or flowers to steal

Head trip for the mortal earthbound
One sip of the blood that I found
Lying here
I'm dying here

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Make It Work For You - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Make It Work For You
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Marco Rodriguez Diaz, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jay W Jenkins, Bigram John Zayes, Matthew Del Giorno, Laron James

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Lyric:
Boy, let me show you how to make that crack
How to spend that money, how to make that back
Girl, let me show you how to hit that strip
How to get that grip, don't give back lip

Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you

Put the coke in the pots, whip it over the rocks
Ship it over the blocks, it's movin', movin'
I do the damn thang, I get a brick, shit
I don't let it sit quick, I move the damn thang

I can show you how to mix that shit
How to whip that shit, how to twist that wrist
I can show you how to get back more
And the shit that you get back is just as raw

Girl, I can show you how to hit that Ave
With that big fat ass and go get that cash
But you know you got to give back half
I'm somethin' like a pimp, now go, get that cash

Boy, I don't play when it comes to money
I guess that's why I'm okay when it comes to money
I got two coups a truck and one four door
I can pick up all my hoes and have a one four org

Boy, let me show you how to make that crack
How to spend that money, how to make that back
Girl, let me show you how to hit that strip
How to get that grip, don't give back lip

Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you

Copped ten, sold five then I hide three
Baking soda residue, I'm gone with the other two
Fuck a magic stick, Jeezy got a magic wrist
David Copperfield on the stove, all types of shit

Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips
AR-15, all type of clips
G.A., yeah, Atlanta
Dipset Harlem World call Santana

Hit Jim on the hip, Cam on the celly
We gon' call Ace, I get 'em for R.Kelly
That's seventeen a chicken, I know the birdman
140th and Lenix, I know the birdgang

Boy, let me show you how to make that crack
How to spend that money, how to make that back
Girl, let me show you how to hit that strip
How to get that grip, don't give back lip

Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you

Ugh, you can smell it through the wrapper
That's that shit nigga, sit it in a pamper
I still got two sittin' in the hamper
I let 'em sit and air out or else you on them dampers

My lil brother got piff on them campers
We call him The N.O Capo
New Orleans that's what we ride for
We got Cash Money on the table layin' underneath the flo'

Shit it's like I got a pan, how I heat the flo'
Aye, but I really got a pan when I hit the blo
Shit, aye, [Incomprehensible] this beat is so
Motherfuckin' G.I. Joe and the hydro

Got me high, I can't see where I go
When the rap stop movin' you just follow the coke
When your bitch start choosin,' she won't ride wit a pro
I'ma have that hoe swallowin' coke, Birdman Jr

Boy, let me show you how to make that crack
How to spend that money, how to make that back
Girl, let me show you how to hit that strip
How to get that grip, don't give back lip

Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you
Go head, do what you do, make it work for you

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Foolish Heart - Lyrics - Alison Krauss

Title: Foolish Heart
Artist: Alison Krauss
Composer(s): Steve Perry, Randy Goodrum

Lyric:
I think I'll take my foolish heart, my friend, and head right for the door
There'll be a better world waitin' if I do
'Cause I know I've been down this road a time or two before
The only time I let my heart turn to you

Now, I won't be blue with dreams that won't come true
I'll take my heart, head right for the door

Still somethin' deep inside keeps tellin' me to make the sacrifice
And askin' me to walk the extra mile
I've walked it now too many times with freedom for the price
Too many times to fight back tears behind my smiles

Now, I won't be blue with dreams that won't come true
I'll take my heart, head right for the door

I know I must seem quite unkind to wander off tonight
And leave the moon up above to hold your gaze
It's only that my foolish heart is bound with foolish pride
Maybe some day I'll see the sunshine on your face

Now I won't be blue with dreams that won't come true
I'll take my heart, head right for the door
I'll take my heart, head right for the door

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X-Is Coming - Lyrics - It's Dark And Hell Is Hot - Dmx

Title: X-Is Coming
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

Who's afraid of the dark? Responsible for the murders in the park
When I bark, they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
Niggaz wanna see me taste my own medicine
Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back
Retaliate, if it hates for you to think I took a loss
When all I did was shook it off, yeah, you heard me, shook it off

Man, if we was up north, niggaz would have been fucked you
But then we in the streets, niggaz should haven been stuck you
Plucked you like a chicken wit' your head cutoff
They'll find you wit' your back open and your legs cutoff
And as for your man, don't you ever in your mutherfuckin' life
Know when I gotta gun come at me wit' a knife?
And forgettin' you ever saw me is the best thing to do
Don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting with you

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

You got yourself in a predicament, that you can't get out of
You already in some shit but it's about to get hotter
Fuckin' wit' a, nigga like you, runnin' your mouth
Will, have that same nigga like you, gun in your mouth
But won't be like the last time when you run in the house
'Cuz I ain't knockin' on the door
I'm comin' in the house and I'm gunnin' for your spouse
Tryin' to send the bitch back to her maker

And if you got a daughter older then 15, I'ma rape her
Take her on the living room floor, right there in front of you
Then ask you seriously, whatchu wanna do?
Frustratin', isn't it? When they kill me, but I'ma kill you
Now watch me fuck just a lil' while longer, please, will you?
This is revenge, no time before you die
And despite how much I hate to see a grown man cry
I'ma make you suffer, see your ass in hell, motherfucker
Click, boom, boom, see your ass in hell

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

When I speak you better listen, the harder it gets, the more follows
And I'm hittin' 'em wit' shit that they can't all swallow
I keep my slugs hollow, keep families with sorrow
Keep motherfuckers like you, not seein' tomorrow
I will borrow a gun, then run 'til I catch you
Let you slip up, just once then I'ma wet you
Stretch you out like a limousine
'Cuz where I catch you is where I catch you, that's what killin' means
Fuck whoever's standin' there when you get what you got comin'

'Cuz once I hit you in your head, the witnesses start runnin'
Niggaz started somethin' but they chose not to finish it
So I'ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cuz I'ma winner, shit
Fuck it yo, let's end this shit, I don't need the plaques
And I ain't a DJ, nigga, so I don't need the wax
Gimme slugs from my gats
Gimme hoods from my rats
Gimme wood from my bats
Then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

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'Whats Your Fantasy' - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: 'Whats Your Fantasy'
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Shondrae L Crawford

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
While the Dirty Birds kick for tree
And if you like in the club we can do it
In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.

Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop
Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop
Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand

Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park, to the Point, to the Flatlands
That man Ludacris, woo

In the public bathroom or in back of a classroom
However you want it lover, lover gonna tap that ass soon
See I cast 'em and I past 'em, get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em

And if ain't good then I trash 'em
While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free
And the tell me what they fantasy
Like up on the roof roof tell yo' boyfriend not to be mad at me

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the bath tub
With the candle lit you give it up till they go out
Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
'Cause you know I got sold out

Or red carpet dick could just roll out
Go 'head and scream you can't hold out
We can do it in the pouring rain
Runnin' the train when it's hot or cold out

How 'bout in the library on top of books
But you can't be too loud
You wanna make a brother beg for it
Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud

We can do it in the White House
Tryna make them turn the lights out
Champaign with my campaign, let me do the damn thing
What's my name, what's my name, what's my name

A sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie
You can stratch my back and rule me, you can push me or just pull me
On hay in middle of the barn, woo, rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
Eating fresh fruits sweep yo' woman right off her feet

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
That's the way you like to fuck, clogged up, fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt
In the garden all in the dirt

Roll around, Georgia Brown that's the way that I like it twerk
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade

Tag team, off the ropes, on the ocean or in the boat
Factories or on hundred spokes
What about up in the candy sto'
That chocolate chocolate make it melt

Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt
Scream help play my game, Dracula Man, I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reigns
School teacher let me get my brains

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, ahh ahh, you make it so good, I don't wanna leave
But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

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Headsprung - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: Headsprung
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
They call me Big L'y, Big Silly
Big money, Big Billy
When I'm sliding in them all can ya hear me?
I be sexing with these bars so ya feel me
Let me grip it up for 'cause in the back
Let me grip it get a buzz in ya hat
I'm a tell ya how to cause an attack
Timbaland, ladies love on the track

Lovely get the ice, pop champagne
Don't forget I used to ride on the train
When I bump it right, call my name
Go crazy in the mall with James
Dump that, not ill like me
Bring the women in to chill for free
Let me tell ya girl, don't try me
You better have I.D. 'cause we be

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

Lord have mercy! If the broad is thirsty
I'll have her man reimburse me
The part that hurts me, is when they try to work me
But I could never let ya jerk me
Steady sticking to the wall, give it up
Sneaking through the back door live it up
Got the champagne, pour me a cup
Got the girls looking raw in the front

Got a call your man's in town
Tell the bar, another round
Got all my mans holding me down
Kinda thick ma, let's get down, so get wit it
I'm saying what time wanna dip wit it?
Got playas on the grind, wanna skip wit it
Backstage you mine, I'm a spit wit it, hey

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

Hey ladies! No need to get your hair done
I said, "Yo ladies!", no need to get your hair done
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I said, "Yo fellas", no need to throw them ones
I said, "Yo fellas", no need to throw them ones
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung

Hey, when we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

Yeah, keep chillin' wit 'em
Yeah, keep chillin' wit 'em

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Why - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Why
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Fredderick Watson

Lyric:
Out and about and I saw an angel come down from heaven
Having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand
I laid whole on the dragon, that old serpent
Which is the devil and Satan, and [unverified] a thousand years, see

I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan
Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands
International dope man, known as a D-Boy
If ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoy

Me, all I do is move blow off tha corner
Paper chasin' 'cause I'm tryin' to stack dough like Colma
Watch me, I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night

Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ
I did a lot of ridin' in my time and God blessed me still
I look out for tha one the knocks

So why the devil keep on fuckin' with me? Why?
Why he knockin' at my door, my door?
Why the devil keep on fuckin' with me?
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for?

Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?

You thinkin' life's a joke, I'll slice your throat
Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked
I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap
I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope

I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins
My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name
It's just me, him and my blunt in the Range
A young nigga with the filthy slang

Ha ha, I hop out like a 'Jack in the box' with three macs and a glock
I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props
I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops, it ain't ya lad, I ain't bad
It's the devil, why don't you tell 'em to stop

So why the devil keep on fuckin' with me? Why?
Why he knockin' at my door, my door?
Why the devil keep on fuckin' with me?
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for?

Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?

It's like somebody's lookin' over my shoulder
It's hard to focus in the open, I'm surrounded by vultures
So many haters, I don't know where to turn
And niggaz be starin' us down like we got money to burn

First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs
You feel me, you a enemy if anything
'Cuz in memory of death to the powers that be
See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier, ain't no coward in me

Somebody is constantly watching and following me
Throw shades over my eyes, won't allow me to see
Allow me to peek, forget about reading the fine print
My lyrical content on some Vietnam shit

Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line, I'm back on my grind
Satan in the back of my mind
Go ahead with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised
I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious

So why the devil keep on fuckin' with me? Why?
Why he knockin' at my door, my door?
Why the devil keep on fuckin' with me?
Can you tell me why he huntin' me for?

Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?
Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me?
Could you tell me what he huntin' me for?

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for Thou walk with me
It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs
Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop

Da Band, the next generation, God first
And we won't stop, yeah let's go
Yeah get off me, get off me, you know what team I'm on
One life, one God, one family, Bad Boy

I'm like Micheal baby, Dark Angel
Yeah you feel me, I see all you devils out there
You'll never stop us, Da Band, 2003
The next generation, yeah and we won't stop

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Thank God For The Suffering - Lyrics - Damnation And A Day - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Thank God For The Suffering
Album: Damnation And A Day
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Dani Davey, Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Martin F Powell, Gianpiero Piras, D Pybus

Lyric:
I, I still recall the first full moon of May
?Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain for wicked flights of pleasure

Those visions fade like ghosts to life?s parade
Though incisions once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore with both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid

Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Only a slip from whence I beg her

That I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the suffering

Yeah, love would have conquered all but for the rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied faith skies that would have set her free
It seems again, dreams wend to capture

Once, dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes
The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine intervention

Regardless that the author of sin was me
And I lay chaste of hate in faith?s embrace
As mortals warred with more, besides
They warred with life itself

And in those frozen moments won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing
I thank God for the suffering

And I thank God for the suffering as still I burn for her return
I would make my peace with everything

I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Only a slip from whence I beg her

That I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the suffering

Love would have conquered all, were we not parted?
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score, finale started

Love would have conquered all
Love would have conquered
Hate, hate, hate

[Incomprehensible]
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing
I thank God for the suffering

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Don'T Push The River - Lyrics - Head for the Door - Exies

Title: Don'T Push The River
Album: Head for the Door
Artist: Exies
Composer(s): Dennis Wolfe, Scott Stevens, David Walsh, Fred Herrera

Lyric:
I need a meaning, I need a soul
This circle is vicious but precious like gold
Don't push the river, don't stop the flow
Dead in the water, caught in the undertow

You are the ocean, I am a wave
Fell out of motion, I lost my way
You are the ocean, I am a wave
I fell out of motion

And I learned a lesson, I learned it so well
I won't forget it, I've got a truth to tell
My last confession, my faith was long dead
I pushed the river was more that I could bear

You are the ocean, I am a wave
Fell out of motion, I lost my way
You are the ocean, I am a wave
I fell out of motion

With a pain in my heart for so long
A pain in my heart for so long
A pain in my heart for so long
With a pain in my heart

I need a meaning, I need a soul
This circle is vicious but precious like gold
Don't push the river, don't stop the flow
Dead in the water caught in the undertow

You are the ocean, I am a wave
Fell out of motion, I lost my way
You are the ocean, I am a wave
I fell out of motion

With a pain in my heart for so long
A pain in my heart for so long
A pain in my heart for so long
With a pain in my heart

A pain in my heart for so long
A pain in my heart for so long
A pain in my heart for so long
A pain in my heart

I need a meaning
I need a soul
Don't push the river
Don't stop the flow

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Rob All Night (If I'M Gonna Rob) - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: Rob All Night (If I'M Gonna Rob)
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): D Stinson, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

Here we go again fuckin' right
Dog man X baby dog for life
Know how this shit go? Built off fights
Bitch dog be like aigh aigh aigh
This rap shit be gettin' kinda hectic
It's not a game nigga cats don't respect it
Real shit's been neglected for far too long
Let's get it on
I jump off slugs like packages from UPS
But you run when you see X
Pull out the front when you see Tex
The light is what you see next
Fuck who you listenin' to I'm the badest
Ninety eight percentage of the industry is faggots
Stewart little niggaz don't want no static
When they say, "Who shot J R? It won't be Dalas"

If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

You all niggaz don't know how the dog livin'
No matter what I do I keep on winnin'
Can't stop me now it's just the beginnin', be'nin'
Gonna be there till the endin', endin'
In 2005 you don't know
Stop drop open up shot let 'em go
Hit 'em with the same flow I hit 'em with before
This time I'm goin' around the back door
Got me like God you niggaz is stupid
Get the drum crack four bars horn then loop it
Same shit that you did to me took what you did?
Got niggaz movin' but not institution
Dog done did it again
Dog is in it to win
Dog did a nigga and then
You thought dog was afraid?

If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

My niggaz some niggaz that you don't wanna try
But then again I be that one to bust a nigga in his eye
I don't give a fuck bitch all my niggaz ready to die
Hit you with the things so you niggaz ready to fly not
You don't want no more
Bring all you got to even the score
E5 is hot? You want more?
You really don't know what you're askin' for
Listen old man don't do that
We all dogs over here don't act like a cat
We like touch balls round table with a bat
Start with the cheers crack crack crack

If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right
If I'm gonna rob I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin' for somethin' then it's prob'ly a fight
If I'm gonna fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead then the head better be right

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Taste - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Taste
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
The time has come for the blood
To run into the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each other
For the hatred of others
We must move into the suburbs
And punish the rich for their ignorance

For the horror of death
That is part of our life in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the governments' children
And the streets smell of death
Maybe then we will see our situation in a new light
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings

Heard what's going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta warn you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm gonna be cutting throats till the
Break of dawn, can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho now they coming with me

That's straight when we team up
'Cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain it's fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we killing you instead of killing each other

Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Leaned back the head and pulled the brains out
My list are strong it's only a saw
The government fronts like they don't know what is going on

Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
'Cause I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the nogging

About 30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick with the
Psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one place
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste

Fucking you up won't let you pass
Fucking you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe
12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks
I'm sick of this shit, I see on the TV
They showing psychopathics and I see me

And ya calling me a homeless hobo
While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo
Snipe ya in the head from a tower
Or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower
Finally catch ya on the block
Take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye

Who ya fucking wit governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
Then swing ya by ya foot
Mister Drumma looking bald headed punk, bitch

Stroll to the banquet party
Drank all they brew then shot everybody
They set it up wrong created the ghetto
And thought it wouldn't last long
Thought we'd kill each other off didn't think
We'd come to the suburbs, jackoff
The clowns stick this knife in ya face, motherfucker, have a taste

In Detroit doing time
Time being done without not another solution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas I've know through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear

Now I 'll tell ya 'cause I been in many schools for this
'Cause I'm drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instincts to kill in the street

I'm going to war and I sent you caution
Jumpsteady stepping over the governments' brainwashing
(Take it, take it farther, take it far)
Don't let them even judge ya, 'cause you know who you are

Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war
Money's on the Jews in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn they're stupid, the mine are surrounded
Think I like to pay a lesson
To a gallon and save a human life or two

End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew
Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes, hoe)
I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change
On the holes on my jacket I cradle my gage
What ya gonna do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste

Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste
So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream

Everyday thang, thank it to ya
Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting like he know ya
Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya

Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked
(Come up wit it, bitch)
Now ya don't know how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a mother

Happens everyday, one after the other
But the suburb living is high class
With a high class leather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough times
Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime

And bitches working the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow
And I hear ya making fun of that ICP
(What's up E?)
Gets ya bats

It's time for you to crack some necks
And if they don't know now, show them what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city taste
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood

Guess who's rolling with the ICP
That black devil coming straight from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham to tip off a German
And looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can
Violent J know the way so I'm gonna getcha

If ya standing in my way I'm getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya don't know
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my name?

I'm down with notics, nuts on train
So give me mine 'cause it ain't about black or white
It ain't about wrong or right on devil's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new case so give me a taste

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Head Bussa - Lyrics - N.O.R.E.

Title: Head Bussa
Artist: N.O.R.E.
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Victor J Santiago, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Head bussa
Head bussa
Head bussa
Head bussa

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

Hey yo
Yo, N O R, you can catch me in my favorite car
Drop lex, black truck, Gordo the lazy R
I'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy far
And if you is what you smoke then hey y'all
I'm never faired up I got some lead what
And keeps some chicks in my whips
And they always just fuck my head up
I'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard?

I rock a Neptune's beat like it's a leather garm
Know about you, but I'm a bed crusher
See I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussa
You see it's God favorite, he built the project bricks
Chicks love us anyway, 'cause we just make hits
No re my, I'm good with just water and fish
Thugged out militainment see we focused
Stand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivot
Or you can catch me in L.A., with a Mexican midget

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

Yo, yo
See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a Dutch chick
Automatic whips, can't fuck wit a clutch shit
Jose I'm so relaxed it seems
The first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machine
Shit star tek I hold my gun in the raids
And I can make planes crash through a two way page
Niggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad classics

Like I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastards
But that's aight 'cause I'm a still make more
And I could sell bad work, still say that it's raw
I make songs for the poor niggas
The most grimey and raw niggas, the ki ki kickin' your door niggas
Go arm wrestle next, see whose neck I break
I send my little man home have to check out late
She a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa

Duh
Ain't a damn thing the same
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name
Millionaires, that change the game
That got 9/11 clouds and bullets that grain
Don't calm down this is soldier game
Kill for money, the raw and the Caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga
Fix your fingers, show me what you are

See I'm a head bussa it ain't hard to tell
That I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sell
And them def jam niggas put that paper behind us
We left that other label, and the hatin' behind us
Niggas want beef, it ain't hard to find us
We in the 'lac truck, them niggas in path finders and
The crime scene like N O R E N O R E
People wanna scream they like N O R E N O R E

Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, too
We in L.A. getting' sucked off in Malibu
A new car, ask the Jake, they call me "No shit"
'Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shit
And hold this, yea nigga just know this
I always drink henny, hardly know the 'cris
Straight monster wrist, I keep a I'll beat
And niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak

Duh
Ain't a damn thing the same
Look, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name
Millionaires, that change the game
That got 9/11 clouds and bullets that grain
Don't calm down this is soldier game
Kill for money, the raw and the caine
Let me, see you flag, the color of car nigga
Fix your fingers, show me what you are

I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa
...

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Joker'S Wild - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Joker'S Wild
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's
Number one game show, The Joker's Wild!
Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants
Hey, motherfuckers
Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

Woohoo!
Everybody smile, guess who's back on your underground dial
It's the game show host with the most
And tonight we finna have a little pig roast

Cop copper, it's been a long while
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle
Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel
But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin' wheel

Looks good, nice try
Now let's see just how ya gonna die?
Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed
He just pounds nails in your forehead

The pig got lucky that time
But let's take a look who's next down the line
Oh, the 43rd District judge
Hey pal, remember me, you threw me in jail

Take a spin or I'll snap your neck
The clicker's landed, let me check
The Jokey, hey, it ain't bad at all
We just cut your face off and slap your skull

Who's next for the games and fun?
Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run
The redneck that sicked his dog on me
Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy

Spin around and around it goes
Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes
Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?
Jeffrey Dahmer
No, the correct answer would be your mother
Shaggs?
Aww, shit, motherfuckers
Get ready for round two of this bitch
So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped
Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

You like big money and prizes, don't ya
You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
Free money, now spin again

Oh goody, the unzip your drawers
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls
Raise ya upside down for the bang bada
Now we bust your head like a pinata

The audience loves that shit
Listen to 'em cheer when your forehead splits
Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah
We got guts on the camera

The Joker's Wild is brought to you by, Faygo
Everybody sing!
Send your momma straight up to the store
Tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo

Welcome back to the Carnival Show
Here's your chance for the big money cash flow
Hit your buzzer, pull your lever
Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head

Pick a door, one, two or three
It's the same behind every door, me
There's no escape, now gimme that bald head
The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead

At home they just watching your doom
We broadcast from hell to your living room
I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

It's time to play hit or miss
Contestant number one, open your mouth
Contestant number two, get ready
Will he hit or miss
He hit! What's next?
We got money, we got cash, we got prizes
We got blood, we got guts
We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild

I got my yellow suit and my purple tie
Somebody's gonna die, oh my
It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor
Always bitchin, yellin' from the kitchen window

See, he died and he went to hell though
We meet again, I got my own game show
Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around
Bonus round!

Oh shit, the end of the game
Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang
You gotta chance for money and prizes
You gotta chance at death, too

So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast
Your chance for freedom at last
Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?
"Uh, I think so", load the gat

The cop in here?
Eats butt
Yes, the square root of two?
Uhh
Correct, nutsacs don't belong in?
Butt cracks
Right
Richboys eat?
Caviar
No, the correct answer's, bullets
Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying
"So long till next week folks
See ya later, goodbye"

That's it, go home

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Boogie Woogie Wu - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Boogie Woogie Wu
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night
The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice
Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself
Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to
The darkness from which it came

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu

Boys and girls, it's nighty night time
Happy J, the clown has a nursery rhyme
It's about, the Boogie Woogie man
Keep your light on as long as you can
'Cuz when it cuts off, so does your head
Boogie Woogie Woogie waits under your bed
With a shank, splah!, up through the bottom
Little Jimmy Jimmy, uh, got 'em

It's the one and only Boogie man
He creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides
If you little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed
You're running on stumps motherfucker

Well, moonlight fills the room that you sleep in
Things go bump in the night, me creeping
Ouch! Fuck! I stubbed my toe
If you'd just quit leaving your shit all over the fucking floor
Fuck it, you're dead anyway
And I'm gonna leave your head smack dab in the hallway
In the morning, when your daddy walks out
Ah! His foots in your mouth, thanks to the Boogie man

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

Does the Boogie man really exist?
Well, is your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? Yes
You fall asleep and you wake up dead
With a broken broom sticking out your forehead
I sing lullabies till you dose off
Tie you down and chew your fuckin' toes off
And then spit em out back in your face
Splat! Fuck, wash your feet bitch

The world's famous Boogie Woogie Wu will come to you
Slumber parties, sleepovers, intimate nights
What the occasion for the midnight hour
He will gladly come and fuck that shit up

I don't beat woman, fuck that, I'm about it
But I'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it
I bet you didn't know the Boogie man was a clown
But when you see the juggla, your holding your jugular
With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop
You're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop
And the cops do the best they can
They pull the axe out your face and say
Was it the Boogie man?

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

Please, don't let me fall asleep
'Cuz the boogie man will creep
Through my window in my room
Stab me with a broken broom
Please, don't let me fall sleep
'Cuz the Boogie man will creep
Through my window in my room
Stah! Boogie Woogie Woogie!

It's the incredible, undeadable Boogie man
Go ahead, pull the covers over your head
Hide under them, he don't give a fuck
It'll just make it that much more easier
For him to suffocate your face

There's three ways to stop me from doing what I do
What? You think I'm a tell you
Mom, can you leave the door open a bit?
Thanks, an easy way in, you fucking idiot
Now I stretch your neck out and play in like a Banjo
Boomchicka boomchicka like that shit, yo?
Then I stretch it out more and fling your head through the wall
It's the Boogie man y'all

Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Here comes the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Haha haha haha haha)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Make way for the Boogie man)
Boogie Woogie Woogie Woogie Wu
(Mom! Dad! Ah!)

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Neighbors Next Door - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Neighbors Next Door
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mathew Thornton

Lyric:
Yo Jacky, this Keith
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug

There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin' throw it out tonight
I'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza
Alright, I'ma come back, yeah

Chewin' alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin' on old newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 Dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green

With spots eatin' blueberry Pop Tarts
With the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumps
Walkin' from the sanitation dump with rotten skulls
On my watered with Miller beer kegs

Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin' the Raptors play the Houston Rockets
With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle
Puttin' fingerprints on my bicycle

Walkin' up to have a drink at the club
There is three Irish chicks, lookin' at me like I'm sick
Walkin' by Chin-Chins I stole the keys from ya friends
Lookin' out ya Madrion hotel window

Like Elvis Presley coming down the elevator
Good evening mister, excuse me, pardon me with body parts
And credit cards walkin' down Sunset Boulevard past the red light
I threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lights

Four blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beams
I fake like I'm vomiting, smoking sick, threw acid on their stomachs
And drove off with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by Slayer

Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King
Eatin' a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers
I blast a CD by the Staple Singers

The cops told me to turn it down
They like my shoes from Buster Brown
I went up the block and bought some incense
For the bone smells in the air conditioner vents

Hey, kid need twenty cents
Havin' a cook-out with my neighbor
How ya like the meat flavor ? Mmm

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
See ya at twelve midnight comin' over

Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad blood Vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out, suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what

Attraction recarnations in a slump twenty five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa' from the jump junk
In veins impedes the brain hijackin' planes

Pull a Kotex out of Louis Lane, explain the sky rain
Cadillacs and dead bitches consort with witches
Twenty five sistas pussies with blisters we burn 'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines

Have you ever asked yourself will you fuck Marilyn Manson
Or become Charlie Manson death wish
Or become Charles Bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom

In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar
With nose and tits smoking a cigar
Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith A K A Dr. Dooom
Twenty five dead chicks with an ice pick

Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two
Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads an ten horns
Side died ripped open eyeball for a subway token
Asshole broken manics in a cave Spandex Columbo smokin'
Panties in liquid Pinesol soakin'

Selling glass to Dr. Bones, Dr. Dooom ass lie on cellphone
Sportin scuba fins in a limo, eatin' fingers on a hunt
Attached with a pick ass out dick out
Nigga what you want? I want a Kotex with whip cream

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
I'm comin' over at twelve midnight to borrow some sugar

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Walk Away - Lyrics - Live From Mars - Ben Harper

Title: Walk Away
Album: Live From Mars
Artist: Ben Harper
Composer(s): Ben Harper

Lyric:
Oh, no
Here comes that sun again
That means another day
Without you my friend

And it hurts me
To look into the mirror at myself
And it hurts even more
To have to be with somebody else

And it's so hard to do
And so easy to say but sometimes
Sometimes, you just have to walk away
Walk away

So many people
To love in my life
Why do I worry
About one?

But you put the happy
In my ness
You put the good times
Into my fun

And it's so hard to do
And so easy to say but sometimes
Sometimes, you just have to walk away
Walk away
And head for the door

We've tried the goodbye
So many days
We walk in the same direction
So that we could never stray

They say if you love somebody
Than you have got to set them free
But I would rather be locked to you
Than live in this pain and misery

They say time will
Make all this go away, away
But it's time that has taken my tomorrow's
And turned them into yesterday's

And once again that rising sun
Is dropping on down
And once again you my friend
Are nowhere to be found

And it's so hard to do
And so easy to say but sometimes
Sometimes, you just have to walk away
Walk away
And head for the door

You just walk away
Walk away
Walk away
Just walk away
Walk on
Turn and head for the door
Just walk away

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