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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Golden Strip - Lyrics - Hit And Run Holiday - My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

Title: Golden Strip
Album: Hit And Run Holiday
Artist: My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult
Composer(s): Marston Daley, Frank Nardillo

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Lyric:
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Hot box foxy teaser
Thrill kills got mondo fever
Wild eyed child of fury
In bed for bread dirty beatnik movie

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Night world, red light gambler
Outlaws and way-out dancers
Who do you think that you are?
Mad mod world class superstars

Camera, action, bring on the beat
Bomb gang girls really turn on the heat
Camera, action, repeat
Sex bomb babes got a bomb gang beat
Are you hungry for a hard ride, hard ride, hard ride?

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Hot box foxy teaser
Thrill kills got mondo fever
Wild eyed child of fury
In bed for bread dirty beatnik movie

Camera, action, bring on the beat
Bomb gang girls really turn on the heat
Camera, action, repeat
Sex bomb babes got a bomb gang beat
Are you hungry for a hard ride, hard ride, hard ride?
Are you hungry for a hard ride, hard ride?

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip
Everybody's downtown, everybody's downtown
Everybody's downtown on the golden strip

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Ain'T Nut'In Personal - Lyrics - Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told - Snoop Dogg

Title: Ain'T Nut'In Personal
Album: Da Game Is To Be Sold, Not To Be Told
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Corey Miller, Craig Lawson, Calvin Broadus

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Lyric:
Kill, kill, kill
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin' pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder and Silk the Shocker, no limit biatch

Nigga nigga I'ma rida, ride with G's
And ship keys overseas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silk in da back of the Lac
With that AKs limosine tint with a infra-red

Mother fucker gonna die tonight
That's why I smoke weed get high tonight
I'ma no limit soldier with tru dated in blood
I went to jail for years, for movin' bundles a drugs

Murda murda, kill, kill if you put me in danger
I ain't trippin' on and ain't be needin' no strangers
I'ma tank representer till I'm history
Making playa hatas into a mother fucking memory

So throw 'em up if you a soldier
And Snoop Dogg pass tha mother fucking dosha
I know you mother fucking feel me
C-murder ain't gonna die, till a bitch nigga kill me

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Now how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and come back?
Then get hooked up with the number one label and rap, like that?
Shit I can't be duplicated but I'm highly playa hated
And I been reinstated and I thank God that I finally made it

Fated many niggas, just to get one mack
Remember I'm that young nigga that put gangsta rap on the map
He never craps, only five deuces
I mix that Moet, white star with them orange juices

I hang out with real niggas like Silk and C-Murder
Tru niggas, do niggas like you niggas
Ghetto ass, lower class never hesitate to blast
And I'm so serious about my hustlin' gots to have my cash

Can you imagin' if I was broke? Shit I wouldn't be bustin' no raps
I'd have my strap running up in your fuckin' throat
Takin' all your dough and your gold and your cars
'Cuz big Snoop Dogg ain't no mother fucking rap star

See I'ma gangsta and you are not
And you a sucka and I rock
I'm draped in my army fatigues blowing on green trees
In the Navigator and keep the heat for them paper hatas

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
I'm never got slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Now look at murda, murda, murda and this kill, kill, kill
Shit's real, stay strapped with capped, do get pealed
And mama always told me if you ain't down to ride with God
Down to die with God you ain't no mother fucking soldier

No limit datted on my back and my stomach
'Cuz I'ma mother fucking fool, uh, show me love
'Cuz when I make music with thugs, I make moves
Told you I was coming out hard I was coming out large
Seen this guy named Van I bring the pain 'em
Everybody coming out stars

See now me, C, and Snoop in da coupe
Conversatin' about loop
I told niggas rap shit isn't bad, I blast 'em 'fore I ask 'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga 'bout raising hell and makin' mail
You a trip I told you I was doing this shit on bail, it's cool

Back up nigga, can't flame that shit like drugs
And see I'ma nigga, I'm gonna hang like a nigga
Bang that shit like it was crips and bloods
Now deal weed nigga strapped up in my fatigue can't hold me down
Don't even trip my nigga Snoop if you a soldier now

Do what ya think bitch
For this tank bitch I stay quick and work
And I got no limit scattered on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much dirt

Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
Ain't nut'in personal tru you see it's all about respect
Kill, kill, kill, murda, murda, murda
I'm never caught slippin', keep my heat on the dash

Kill, kill, kill

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Coma Black: Eden Eye/The Apple Of Discord - Lyrics - Holy Wood (In The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death) - Marilyn Manson

Title: Coma Black: Eden Eye/The Apple Of Discord
Album: Holy Wood (In The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death)
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): Jeordie White, Brian Warner, John Lowery

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Lyric:
My mouth was a crib and it was growing lies
It didn't know what love was on that day
My heart's a tiny blood clot, I picked at it
It never heals it never goes away

I burned all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run too dead to die
I burned all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run too dead to die

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I would have told her then, she was the only thing
That I could love in this dying world
But the simple word of love itself
Already died and went away

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

I burned all the good things in the eden ye
We were too dumb to run too dead to die
I burned all the good things in the eden eye
We were too dumb to run too dead to die

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

This was never my world
You took the angel away
I'd kill myself to make everybody pay

Her heart's a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And we can never repair

Her heart's a bloodstained egg
We didn't handle with care
It's broken and bleeding
And we can never repair
And we can never repair

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

911 For Peace - Lyrics - A Benefit for Victims of Violent Crime - Anti Flag

Title: 911 For Peace
Album: A Benefit for Victims of Violent Crime
Artist: Anti Flag
Composer(s): Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Patrick Christ Bollinger, Christopher Lee Barker

Lyric:
It's in the paper every day
I see it in the headlines and I feel so sick, yeah
As another life leaves this world, this world
So full of hate but short

Short on compassion
Short on humanity
Asking myself in vain, shaken by the shock
"Do we even have a chance?"

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

This is a plea for peace, world peace
To the oppressors of the world and to
To the leaders of nations, corporate profit takers
To the everyday citizen

Greed, envy, fear, hate, the competition has to stop
When you see someone down
Now's the time to pick them up
Set your differences aside, never look back, no

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

Isn't everybody tired of the fighting? Hey, hey
Isn't everybody tired of the killing? Hey, hey
Isn't everybody tired of the dying? Hey, hey
Isn't everybody tired of the hatred? Hey, hey
Violence hey hey, fighting hey
Killing hey, dying hey

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow
I still have a dream, we will be able to speed up that day
When all of God's children, black men and white men
Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics
Will be able to join hands and sing "Free at last, free at last
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last"

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

I don't wanna die
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna kill
I don't wanna die
We are all human
Let's start to prove it

We are all human
Let's start to prove it
We are all human

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Goodbye Apathy - Lyrics - OneRepublic - Onerepublic

Title: Goodbye Apathy
Album: OneRepublic
Artist: Onerepublic
Composer(s): Ryan Tedder

Lyric:
I can't sleep, no not like I used to
I can't breathe in and out like I need to
It's breaking ice now to make any movement
What's your vice? You know that mine's the illusion

All at once
(As I'm trying)
I can help you out
(Just to keep things right)
I'll be what you need, I'll do anything
(I kill myself to make everything perfect for you)
Goodbye apathy, so long apathy

So don't sit still
Don't you move away from here

So goodbye apathy
(As I'm trying)
So long fancy free
(Just to keep things right)
Goodbye apathy, I don't wanna be you
(Kill myself to make everything perfect for you)

I don't walk right, not like I used to
There's a jump in my step as I rush to see you
I could be happy here as long as you're near to me
As long as you're close to me

Now that I'm alright
(As I'm trying)
I can help you out
(Just to keep things right)
I'll be what you need, I'll do anything
(I kill myself to make everything perfect for you)
Goodbye apathy, so goodbye apathy

So don't you stop pushing me
I can take so much

So goodbye apathy
(As I'm trying)
So long fancy free
(Just to keep things right)
Goodbye apathy, I don't wanna be you
(Kill myself to make everything perfect for you)

Everybody is watching you
Everybody is watching me too
Everybody is watching you
Everybody is watching me too
(I can't sleep)

Everybody is watching you
(No)
Everybody is watching me too
(Not like I used to)
Everybody is watching you
(I can't breathe in)
Everybody is watching me too
(Not like I need to)

Everybody is watching you
(It's breaking ice now to make any movement)
Everybody is watching me too
Everybody is watching you
(What's your vice?)
Everybody is watching me too
(You know that mine's the illusion)

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Shoot 'Em Up - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Shoot 'Em Up
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, uh, one 44, two 45's
Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives
500 Benz, six reasons why this kid should die?
We shootin' every motherfucker outside

Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand
At the same time everybody ran
There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd
Let the trigger blow, seven shots, now he lying on the ground

Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
Niggas, he was with
Two niggas hit, one nigga fell

One tryed to run, go get him, son
Make sure he's done before we bail, I ain't trying to go to jail
Must handle beef, code of the street
Load up the heat, if these nigga think they could fuck around

Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowin how we get down, it goes

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet
Six tinted windows and I'm on my way
To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out

Ringin' the bell, where in the hell
Could they be at, I'm about to leave
Steppin' slow, where my truck was at
Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack?

Now pull my strap, it's my man
And we have the same plan
There them bitches go
Civic ninety-four, looking funny though
Open up the car door, funny smile

Fuck two already, third ass was heavy
"Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas and his man, ready?"
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them hoes
Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like

Can't find my man, heard a blam, blam
Now I'm wonderin', "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
He killed the hoes, took all they doe
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky
Comin' down the stairs

Now he wantin' mine, reachin' for my nine
Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
"Put your gun down, we can skip town"

Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Lift off his chain, took his shit, emptied out close range

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what?
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Why Is Everybody Always Pickin' On Me? - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Why Is Everybody Always Pickin' On Me?
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): J R Cobb, Mike Shapiro, Harry Middlebrooks, Buddy Buie

Lyric:
Why is everybody always pickin' on me?

The morn' that I was born my old man beat up the doctor
He clocked the doctor 'cause the doctor said I looked like Chewbacca
The doctor said sir you're misled sir which infers you mistook me
I did not mean your lovely wife was shackin' up with a wookie

What I mean is Wolverine is less hairy than your son
He's looks like Chewie and Hong Kong Phooey all in one
(Baba Booey Baba Booey)
To put it mild your new-born child's completely nutty fu-fu lookin'
I'd shove him back into the oven until he is done cookin'

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby
Why's everybody always pickin' on me?

Always pickin' and rippin' apart poor ol' Jimmy Pop Ali
I got a schnoz like the 'Cos' but there's a lot more wrong with you
So back me up Bill
(Yea and you're ugly too)
So what if I brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese
Or where a fish net shirt by Chams with my Sergio Valentia jeans
And my mirror never lies but it always verifies
I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie
You compare me to a Mon chichi but I don't understand

Why I'm scorned like I'm deformed like the
(Elephant Man)
And yea I took my mom to the prom but hey she asked me first
But at least this time I didn't find my date in the back of a hearse
About as popular with the girls with Englebert Humperdink
And that might be 'cause everybody calls me Shrinky Dink
I know I'm known as Polaroid I'm not a total retard
It's cause I'm done in sixty seconds and you'll still want it enlarged

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
You took your mom to the prom but still got lucky

Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of being teased
And he breaks into the professor's lab and makes some LSD
Peaks freaks and eats the skipper's brains
Then beats ginger with coconuts

As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside their grass hut
Oh he'll kill again that Gilligan they he should of let him be
And like a postal clerk I'll go berserk if you don't stop teasing me
See the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm
Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause no one likes you monkey boy

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Why'S Everybody Always Pickin' On Me - Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Why'S Everybody Always Pickin' On Me
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): J R Cobb, Mike Shapiro, Harry Middlebrooks, Buddy Buie

Lyric:
Why is everybody always pickin' on me?

The morn' that I was born my old man beat up the doctor
He clocked the doctor 'cause the doctor said I looked like Chewbacca
The doctor said sir you're misled sir which infers you mistook me
I did not mean your lovely wife was shackin' up with a wookie

What I mean is Wolverine is less hairy than your son
He's looks like Chewie and Hong Kong Phooey all in one
(Baba Booey Baba Booey)
To put it mild your new-born child's completely nutty fu-fu lookin'
I'd shove him back into the oven until he is done cookin'

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby
Why's everybody always pickin' on me?

Always pickin' and rippin' apart poor ol' Jimmy Pop Ali
I got a schnoz like the 'Cos' but there's a lot more wrong with you
So back me up Bill
(Yea and you're ugly too)
So what if I brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese
Or where a fish net shirt by Chams with my Sergio Valentia jeans
And my mirror never lies but it always verifies
I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie
You compare me to a Mon chichi but I don't understand

Why I'm scorned like I'm deformed like the
(Elephant Man)
And yea I took my mom to the prom but hey she asked me first
But at least this time I didn't find my date in the back of a hearse
About as popular with the girls with Englebert Humperdink
And that might be 'cause everybody calls me Shrinky Dink
I know I'm known as Polaroid I'm not a total retard
It's cause I'm done in sixty seconds and you'll still want it enlarged

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
You took your mom to the prom but still got lucky

Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of being teased
And he breaks into the professor's lab and makes some LSD
Peaks freaks and eats the skipper's brains
Then beats ginger with coconuts

As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside their grass hut
Oh he'll kill again that Gilligan they he should of let him be
And like a postal clerk I'll go berserk if you don't stop teasing me
See the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm
Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby

But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady
But why's everybody always pickin' on me?
'Cause no one likes you monkey boy

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Cereal Killer - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Cereal Killer
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Willie James Clarke, Clifford Smith, Clarence Henry Reid, Reggie Noble, Robert Diggs

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Lyric:
Yeah, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
I'm going to kill

Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house slept
I disconnect the phones and the rest find a butcher knife
Cut the power lines to the lights now a nigga wild for the night
I come like the living death, straight from the dirt
Back to avenge his own death on this earth

Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Pissing on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels
So there's no escape from the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror taking place

Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs
To the bedroom on my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out, "It's a stickup, hit the floor"
You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up with it?
I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream out, "It's just us bitches"
Don't shoot, out the phone booth

I aim at your party, hit the wrong group, "Happy birth"
Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn Velcro, when night falls
Central park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae Bo, five flo's lizard, centipede, snake
I'm a killer, I'm a killer
This is the sound of a cow

Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley, after P P P strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound fourth of July was three months ago
Shoulda pad 'em down no one will fold both thumbs
And eight fingers to square with Joe Young
Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron
For white boys to snowboard on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

Chew spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by piece
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
Body, you and supermarket, no thrills

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill

Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
Titanic MC rock the boat meth
Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex line
Next time don't forget the TEC-9 step
Five digital, context is critical
Bomb threat these individuals thats on deck
So you the ill est nigga in Nebraska? Hell naw
It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex

I think too much, I drink too much
My crew don't really give two fucks, about you ducks
We over here Shaolin', what, spontaneous combust
When I smoke a bag of dust, what a rush, cigar be the dutch
Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch
I crush MC's can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
I'm a killer

Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer
Cereal, cereal killer

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Come Kill Me - Lyrics - S.D.E. - Cam'Ron

Title: Come Kill Me
Album: S.D.E.
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Darrell Branch, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
Yo, Weez, wasup man
Yo, word man
What happened?
You hear them niggas man
Them niggas is pussy man, word man
What happened?
Yo, them niggas is dead man, we gon' kill them niggas man
Today, I

Straight like that today man, we gon' murder them niggas man
Assed out man, I heard they do they thing though
Son, don't worry about that man, we gon' do our thing nigga
Yeah, I'm feelin' that let's go kill them niggas man, no doubt

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
Yo, check it out now, uh, yo, yo

Yo, subliminal thoughts, 107th street, criminal court
Pissy drunk up in here, Gordon gin the court
It's like a biscuit, judging my dick though, case acquitted
When it's dough I do whatever it takes to get it

So, chain danglers are in danger
When I skate wit ya ice like the Rangers, assume later
Boss bitch though, goin' out like Tomb Raider
Booth razors, a few blazers, who raised her

He speak Eboni, me and my God daughter C-Hanni
Come through with the mean Tommy
Ask you if you seen mommy
And she three feet behind me

Why my whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi
Me and G O D, from C O C
Like got dough C O D
A S A P, A S A P

Play me, you crazy and your mother ass fat
So I laid her on her stomach
Bust your brothers on her back
Never rubber on or cap, I'm a raw specialist

Make me more devilish
Me and my whores never kiss
Though, motherfucker we was prone to die
Just my green top, yo, we own inside, motherfucker

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

Ayo they used to call me, 'Work Out'
'Cause before I brought my work out, I used to work out
Niggas wanna make deals, na, na I want work out
Now, murk out, before you get cursed out

Bangin' they fun, same as the sun
Hidin' from the church when you slang to the nuns
Chumps come through with giraffe and orangutang guns
Vetty vest, you petty theft, you seem soft

I'm seven judges up in Supreme Court
Mean thoughts all over a teen porch
Wait, don't have to tell you shit
Matter fact, pat him down, who the hell you wit?

Yo, you wack money, wait around all day for pack money
Get a gold chain talkin' 'bout you 'bout to have money
But everything's gonna be all right, why?
'Cause every ring's gonna be all ice and
You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

This nigga with the ice mug stuntin'? He won't bust nothing
Yo, talkin' 'bout he gon' touch somethin', he won't bust nothing
Yo, sayin' that he too much frontin', he won't bust nothing
Yo, he just a fake thug bluffin', he won't bust nothing

And his man with the ice grill frontin', he won't kill nothing
Yo, he outside with the mil frontin', he won't kill nothing
Talkin' 'bout he some real somethin', he won't kill nothing
Sayin' yo, I'ma kill something, he won't kill nothing

Not a collecter of Picasso
But everybody in my scepter got dough
Neglect a rock row
Go to charve and not dough ho

But Hector, Comancho, mi amigo rockin' in the side bitch
Maxin out to Marvin, can't know it
That's why I keep the blam, blam loaded
Club grand open, next week we grand close it, come and kill me

Get the fuck outta here
This shit is fuckin' closed
Get the fuck outta here motherfucker
I'll kill you

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We gon ball 'til we fall, gon' ride in the five
Keep pies in our eyes, stay high 'til we die

You wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
Diplomats live it up, clak, clak, give it up
We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip
Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Brand New Thing - Lyrics - Kill the Headlights - Adema

Title: Brand New Thing
Album: Kill the Headlights
Artist: Adema
Composer(s): Marshall N Altman

Lyric:
The sun shined on our face
Our imaginations took us to any place
At the end of that altered road
Where we'd all stopped runnin'

We were living without no plans
There was never a doubt that someday
One of us might shake hands with the devil
The other one might break free

What if we were young again, yeah
When all of the was just pretending

Everybody wants to belong, whoa
To a brand new thing
That doesn't mean that much to me

Everybody's singing along
To the song the others sing, yeah
'Cause it's a brand new thing

The summer went by so fast
Caught up in something that we thought would last
Yet the hope grows cold
But the fire's still burning

Thinking about that time of giving up everything
I thought was mine, I know
Something tells me that the end is near

What if we could start again, yeah
When all of this was just beginning

Everybody wants to belong, whoa
To a brand new thing
That doesn't mean that much to me

Everybody's singing along
To the song the others sing, yeah
'Cause it's a brand new thing

We don't know, we will follow
They just know, they will follow
They just know, they will follow

Everybody wants to belong, whoa
(Everybody wants to move one)
To a brand new thing
That doesn't mean that much to me

Everybody's singing along
(Everybody's singing along)
To the song the others sing, yeah
'Cause it's a brand new thing

Everybody wants to belong, whoa
(Everybody wants to belong)
Everybody's singing along
(Everybody wants to belong)

Everybody wants to belong, whoa
(Everybody wants to belong)
Everybody wants to belong

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Don'T Make - Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Don'T Make
Album: Living Legends
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Shondrae L Crawford, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Marlon J Goodwin

Lyric:
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot

You got me fucked up, we shoot guns and hit targets
Meat market, chop haters up who start shit
MJG, rippin' holes in body gaurds
Outta line, polices' and boys who think they body hard
And when the party started, I thought we was all chillin'
I figured that everybody be leavin' here all livin'
You standin' too close partna, you askin' too much baby
You need to get way from round me, before our clique goin' crazy

They ma-ny niggaz come round, talkin' 'bout
They hot, but they not, fuckin' with fat boy and MJ
Nigga we the truth, holla at a playa man
Streets are the booth, we poppin' at you hatas man
Soft ass niggaz make they chin hit the floor
Off bran niggaz take they cheese and they hoe
Mafio, Mafio, niggaz know, niggas know
When them real live G's hit the door, hit the door

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot

I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger
A winchester pistol grip pump tha'ts a head ringer
A two shot derringer, not little millinater
A big 40 glock, just call me the gun slanger
Some AK spray to kill the front line
One houndred and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time
All you muthafuckin' niggaz, that yappin' that fly lip
Let it rip, don't slip, I'm workin' with fly clips

We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on
Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones
Crush your bones when it's on, we ain't never scared
Them Memphis boys, we so serious when it's 'bout that bread
Kidnap family members, them niggaz don't leave no witness
They all love a gangsta, that shit be so addictive
When we pull up, they know who we are by the car
We blowin' big, and you know Diddy he gonna buy the bar

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot

Take your vest off, I'm blowin' your neck off and eyes out
High speed chase, I'll follow you to your hideout
Shoot your fuckin' tires out, don't try to ride now
What happend to the bass in your voice, you just cryin' now?
Thought you was a man, you starting to look fine now
The grim reaper been lookin' for ya, and boy it's time now
And blow the roll, shit out the right side of your head man
Ain't no way for retaliation when you's a dead man

Not a scared man, we keep it, out the frame
We stayin' away from lames, and run the whole game
I do it like G, you ain't fuckin' with me
Eightball, MJG, we reppin' for Tennesee
With murder and homicide, and daily niggaz die
And daily niggaz ride, it don't mean with we you wise
Money, and the power, the weak, they get devoured
Them boys that disrespect, with bullets they get showered

Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done made me hot, me hot
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Friday, August 20, 2010

All Original - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: All Original
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Triple platinum, nigga, digga and still thuggin' with
The roughest muthafuckas in my city and a nigga wonder
How they still chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga
That's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya? No

I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine
'Cause I got an AK-47, shootin' trey-O times
You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say, oh, my
But check it out, though

I done made enough money to buy my ghetto
A lot of weapons, y'all and I made it, takin' out my weed
Here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor
When a nigga wanna act up, nigga, figure, I'm quiet

Then he look at my sawed-off's and they figure
They can try me like a muthafucka
Won't swang back or somethin' or even pull a nine
Out my jacket and start dumpin', fuck 'em

I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate
And say that we ain't true to what we say but then again
When you see us on the street and playa hate
We bang them fuckin' brains, we bang them brains

But then we switch subject and fuck with them
Clones that suck the thug dick, run around foul
Tellin' people we stole your style, muthafucka
We ain't never been in your town

It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
So here we go, got a gun, should I buck 'em on down
Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?

Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy
Wish and flesh? I'm so full anguish, gotta style so cold
Everybody and their mama wanna claim it
But they can't get the hang of it, yeah

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold
I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time
That they shot a nigga straight to the temple done
A little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin'

Get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em
Time from time and again, here to pick all that know
With the bone, it's a party everyday, so say, mo'
And it's still this strong to brain

I hop on the phone with the homies to see
What's happenin' in the hood, it's all good
Niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep
In they own cut but they gon' sacks sellin' for life

If you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank 'em
And leave 'em naggin' for the sake of come up, yeah
Takin' ends and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah

We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it
I thank 'em and hope for respect 'cause shit
He got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst
Of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin'

Send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug
And they thought that I bruise easily come
They go through this little, spin 'em
Most of what goes around, comes around, ooh

Bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna
Test us to the chest, flesh buck, buck
Haters guess with a gun, they change
In a whole new muthafuckin' attitude

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Nigga, let me in, double glock and never about to change, man
To the temple, I aim and claim to gain control, fin to rid your soul
Creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that
Yo, they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know

Got a nation of my niggas out to back me
Got another nation, killas out to try to jack me
Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull?
Fool, try to jack a St. Clair, true, you lose, you lose

Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction
They down with the puffin', the passin', lookin' for some action
Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse
If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps

I'm a give a little game in this world that
We livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me
You get it how you take it but the only way
You'll make it, givin' peace to the G O D, your Lord

And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit
Because the hater's gonna hate and then the real
It's gon' feel but I bet that after all of y'all fall
That the faker's gonna perish in the fire

Dip and you know when I'm rollin', I'm equipped
With the ruger on my hip with the infrared beam
And I gladly put it on ya from the land of California
Leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean, yeah

So quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with KB
We gonna take a little journey around the world
And see what we see, any y'all niggas comin' with me?
So, come on

Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the bone
Bite the bone, didn't a muthafucka say, I'm wrong?' Well, I get down
For mine, for my nine and blow, we shoot 'em up, buck, yeah
Strange we erupt on playa hation, anybody hatin'? Erase 'em

And biters, every time I see you on TV, it makes me feel good
'Cause I know when we run up on you, you'll see we
We gotta get paid good, nigga, don't shit come for free
In this land of poverty, bone in harmony, we hungry
Since it's all about money, give bone a little bit of that evil money

Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve
Top of line in my Benz, should I let 'em spin on all of y'all?
Should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters?
Everything we write, I swear, it's all original
Niggas mad at bone because we be all original

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Waiting To Die - Lyrics - Broke - Hed Pe

Title: Waiting To Die
Album: Broke
Artist: Hed Pe
Composer(s): Chad Benekos, Doug Boyce, Wes Geer, Jerrad Shain, Ben Vaught, Mark Young

Lyric:
I don't give a fuck, I'm a hitman, I'm a stalker
I'm a solider, I'm a street walker
Fuck you, you don't know me, I'm a freak
Never slow down, never sleep

I get so high, don't play with me
See me, stay away from me
Just let me ride, no, you can't fade me
I ain't trying to hear shit that you saying to me

Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Just let me

There is nothing wrong with me
I'm not trying to see things your way
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning
I'm not lost, I'm just waiting, waiting to die

I drink too much, see me fall down, see me laugh
See me fuck up, see me laugh
I'll bust yo' lip, keep talking shit, guard your grill
A killer, will fire at will

I fuck the system that first fucked me
I question the authority to kill a minority
Fuck you, no, fuck you, I'm a freak
I ain't trying to hear shit that you saying to me

Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Just let me

There is nothing wrong with me
I'm not trying to see things your way
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning
I'm not lost, I'm just waiting, waiting to die

Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies

Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Just let me

There is nothing wrong with me
I'm not trying to see things your way
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning
I'm not lost, I'm just waiting
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning
I'm not lost, I am waiting, waiting to die

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Respect - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Respect
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): John Jackson, Laban Reeves

Lyric:
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But y'all niggaz gonna make me one
For real, leave me alone, shit
You fuckin' with the wrong one brother
I'm telling you

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about killin' you
With machine guns, shotties, desert E Dillingers
(Ooh, ooh)
Putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz' anatomy
(Uh, uh)
And watchin' him die slow
You need full clips to push up in the joint
(Uh)
When you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
(Uh)
'Cuz these motherfuckers will push him to the point
(Yeah)
That you'll end up locked down doin' push ups in the joint
(Yeah)
But they'll box you in a corner
(Uh, huh)
And you can throw your fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
(Uh, huh)
Ride wit' ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
(Uh, huh)
You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
(Uhh)
Till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
(Uhh)
Till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall
(Run)
Till there's a mural on your block and some candles
Who wanna die?

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
(Uhh)
'Cuz I'm a have to kill someone just to get some respect

My Teflons will have you screamin' like Wyclef Jean
(Huh)
(Someone please call 911)
But if they ever get the watch on my left arm


I'm a have more buried than that guy Stephon
(Uh, huh)
First they put that white seed over you brother
(Yeah)
Then the newspapers put you all over the cover
(Yeah)
Then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
(Yeah)
Next you in the earth with the dirt over your brother
A tinted hearse is what most men leave in
(Uh, huh)
Followed by a limo full of family and close friends grievin'
When you pull the Marijuana
I'm a wanna kill you as bad as the Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
(Uh, uh)
But I'm losin' my patience
Fuck it, send me to the island I could use a vacation
Now it's easy for me to understand
How you could just kill a man
(Uhh)

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
'Cuz I'm a have to kill someone just to get some respect
(Uhh)

I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by the six
(Yeah)
My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
(Uh)
My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
(Uh, huh)
If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
Picture me putting my hearse
Like I ain't gotta a clip full of hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit 'em up outta here and get 'em up outta here
I got the juice like Bishop had wit' him
(Uh, huh)
That just don't give a fuck, semi
Like ol' Dog had wit' him
(Uh)
I'm sayin' prayers for my enemy
(Uh)
I hope God bless him before the fucker run into me
I dunno what the fuck has got into me
(Uh)
But I know I don't want them slugs goin' into me
(Uh)
I'm just tryin' to live my life
(Yeah)
So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life
(Uhh)

I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' punk
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' chump
I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin' clown
'Cuz I'm a have to kill someone just to get some respect

Look what you made me do man
Look what you made me do man
I ain't wan' it to come to this, right?
But fuck it
Niggaz will push you to that point, man
Niggaz will play with you so fuckin' much, man
Aggravate you so fuckin' much, man
You wanna kill a nigga, man
Yeah

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Silver - Lyrics - Silver - Moist

Title: Silver
Album: Silver
Artist: Moist
Composer(s): Kevin Young, Mark Makowy, Jeff Pearce, David Usher

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Lyric:
Close your eyes, your Christ has come
The crippled boy that you once knew
The charmed enigma chosen one
With painted lips, skin ripped and torn

Come touch and feel and lick and smell
This envy that I've worn so well
Everybody wants, everybody says
Everybody begs in time

So drink me in like tainted wine
Come bite down on my sharpened cup
And taste the dreams that numb the mind
A simple word, a harmless glare

That binds me with the thinnest thread
And pins me down to pleasure's bed
Everybody wants, everybody says
Everybody begs in time

And you will be the first to fall
Every feeling will dissolve
We are silver

Morphine baby's final breath
Ever smothered to my chest
We are silver

So shy and poised with few regrets
A Judas kill, a complex thrill
A memory I won't soon forget
Been washed out clean till all runs dry

Come touch and feel and lick and smell
A hurt that only you could sell
Everybody wants, everybody says
Everybody begs in time

And you will be the first to fall
Every feeling will dissolve
We are silver

Morphine baby's final breath
Ever smothered to my breast
We are silver

Trip, sister I will follow you
This time knowing I will follow you
Everybody wants, everybody says
Everybody begs in time

And you will be the first to fall
Every feeling will dissolve
We are silver

Morphine baby's final breath
Ever smothered to your breast
We are silver

Silver

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Prom Queen - Lyrics - Tunnel Of Love - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Prom Queen
Album: Tunnel Of Love
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Won't you be my prom queen?
(Another morning)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Won't you be my prom queen?
(It's time for my senior prom)
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Another morning, I must get up and go to school
I'm taking too long gettin' dressed, tryin' to look my best
Because today is not your ordinary every morning
My high school prom is coming and I heed my daddy's warnings

I'm going to find myself a girl to take to the prom
I shouldn't have too much trouble because I'm
I'm very nice, my mother says, I'm very handsome
When I wear my good vest and mother knows best

I got to school, I straggle through the hallways
I stop and gaze at all the girls just like always
But this time, I must now approach them
Or my daddy might get mad and break my wrist again

And so I choose her, her hair, it matches with her face
She is so lovely, my heart and pulse begin to race
I make my way between her friends and to her presence
Hello, Christine, would you be my prom queen?
(I'd rather die, I'd rather die, I'd rather die)

There was a time when I could except a no
That was before, Christine is gonna have to go
My parents will be proud of me when I bring her home
So now I sit and watch her practice in the gym dome

Christine is famous, she has so many different friends
Will they miss her when she's dead or will they just pretend
Nobody talks to me, I only talk to I
And I been telling myself all day, she's gotta die

Good morning, everybody
This is Principal Rogers and I would just like to congratulate
Our Senior class
And wish them a great time at tonight's prom dance

Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)

Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Everybody has a real good time

It was really fuckin' easy, I'm a human hater
I took a towel from the locker room to suffocate her
I had to throw away her gym bag and all her folders
And when it got dark, I carried her home on my shoulders

My daddy was asleep, when I snuck her in the back
I thought about my situation and it's kind of whack
It sounds cheap, but we're having prom in my cellar
But she's dead, I guess, I'll never have to tell her

I took the bottles up to Meijer's, four dollars worth
I took the 17 dollars that was in her purse
I bought balloons, and streamers, and stuff to munch
I had a dollar left, I bought a Faygo punch

I hung the streamers and balloons on my basement wall
I banged my head a couple times, I'm just too fuckin' tall
I would have took her to the school like a normal man
But I had to kill her first they'd never understand

I put a record on and then I picked her up to dance
I pray she cannot feel the woody growing in my pants
I know my daddy would be proud of all that I've done
Instead of burning me, he'll probably come and hug his son

I think about it as I dance slowly to the beat
The more I think about it, tears are rolling down my cheek
I hope that I showed Christine a night like no other
Cause after all, that's how my daddy did my mother

Our Seniors deserve a night to celebrate with friends
And celebrate all their great work
Prom night is your very own special night
And everybody always remember their high school prom

Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)

Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Won't you be my prom queen?
(I can be your prom king)
Everybody has a real good time

Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time
Won't you be my prom queen?
Everybody has a real good time

Everybody has a real good time

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