Kill Yourself - Lyrics - Shock Value - Timbaland

Title: Kill Yourself
Album: Shock Value
Artist: Timbaland
Composer(s): Timothy Clayton, Garland Mosley, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
Get out, get out, you can't be in here
You have to get out.
I implore you, please, please
You're all going to die down here

It's life or death, either one
The king is back to heat and run
I piss and take a shit on your beat for fun
I killed the game, I ain't even use a gun

Who better than me? Don't make me laugh
I run this shit, babe just chase my ass
I ain't talkin' shit nigga just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whack

I be hearin' this niggas, what they say in their rimes
I took my spot, nobody gave me mine
I make the beats, that "Boom Boom Boom" in their trunks
You disagree homie then go on in the junk

You can pump your gun, you can say what you want
That's all you gon' do 'cause you niggas is punk
I'm number one, you ain't number shit
When they need a hit, who do they come to get, talk to me

If you got love for me I got love for you
If you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you

Go 'head
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself

Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself

I'm tired of niggas, niggas is tired
You ain't a G, I see bitch in your eyes
If you're close to me, you're supposed to be
But most you rap niggas is hoes to me

Wherever you from, the question I ask
Is do you think I give a fuck, belittle me that
'Cause you in my hood and you dump into hell and back
This sinister shit, to hell with that

I seen them come, I seen them go
I doubt if you can show me something I ain't seen before
Who's supposed to be in charge, I need to know
When I shake your hand, I'ma step on your toe

Go get your gun, go get your clique
I'ma be right here chillin' with your bitch
You mad at me 'cause I'm getting' rich?
Put the pistol to your head and enter the clip, fuck nigga

If you got love for me I got love for you
If you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you

Go 'head
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself

Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself

See my heart, feel my pain
Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow little trans to get they fame
I ain't snap my damn fingers to get in the game

You claim you rich, show me son
If you got so many dollars then owe me one
Fools think they're killers they own a gun
When you know you bought a suit it's a honey bun

Trashy broads, final bar
Like you tattooed your frontnin' heart
VIP bands don't make you a star
Like we really still don't know who the fuck you are

Don't talk behind my back, just call me nigga
Move my heart to the side, make room to forgive ya
If you still wanna hang, we'll come to get ya
Put the rope around your neck, jump my nigga

You're all going to die down here
Get out get out, you can't be in here
You're all going to die down here

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Please Kill Me - Lyrics - Death Before Musick - Amen

Title: Please Kill Me
Album: Death Before Musick
Artist: Amen
Composer(s): Casey Karim Chmielinski

Lyric:
This house of shit
And I live in it
In this house of shit
And I breathe in it

Said don't you want to feed the blind?
This festival of demise
Kissed you lead the blind
Lay back and open wide

There is no time to talk about it
No time to sit and smile
We talk but we say nothing
There's no time to reconcile

It's been too long
In this alone time
Said it's been too long
In this lonely time

Please kill me, don't wanna be alive
Just kill me, don't stay alive
Just kill this life of guns and kill your sons
Please kill me, don't wanna be alive
Just kill me, don't stay alive
Just kill this life of guns and kill yourself

In this house of shit
And I live in it
In this house of shit
And I breed in it

There is no time to talk about it
No time for your corporate smiles
Fill up on your fast food diets
Fill up on your denial

It's been too long
In this alone time
Said it's been too long
In this whore less time

Please kill me, don't wanna be alive
Just kill me, don't stay alive
Just kill this life of guns and kill your sons
Please kill me, don't wanna be alive
Just kill me, don't stay alive
Just kill this life of guns and kill yourself

In this house of shit
This house of shit
Built on regret
In this house of

Please kill me, don't wanna be alive
Just kill me, don't stay alive
Just kill this life of guns and kill your sons
Please kill me, don't wanna be alive
Just kill me, don't stay alive
Just kill this life of guns and kill yourself
Please kill me, why don't you kill me?
Why don't you kill me?

Why don't you live a while in this house of shit
This house of shit
This house of shit
This house of shit, live it

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Pedophile - Lyrics - Dead Yuppies - Agnostic Front

Title: Pedophile
Album: Dead Yuppies
Artist: Agnostic Front
Composer(s): Vinnie Cappucchio, Jimmy Colette, Roger Miret, Rob Kabula

Lyric:
You're the lowest form of life
You don't deserve to take another breath in this world
Your perverted mind will bring you down to this
She's barely ten years old, you're fucking sick

Kill yourself suicide, it's about time you fuckin' die
Kill yourself suicide, kill yourself suicide

You've got a sick mind with no problem
Kidnap a little girl, tie her up and all that
Built a secret room to hide her from the world
Normal guy with a normal job and I'm the only one disturbed?

Never thought you you'd be caught
Everything leads back to you
Underneath the TV was a room they found it too
Kill yourself, kill yourself, I got the feeling that it's time you die

Crucify yourself with a rusty nail
Or get fucked up in a prison cell
Raping children of their innocence
Hope you get what you deserve fuckin' quick

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Lift Your Head Up High - Lyrics - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Lift Your Head Up High
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): James M Franks, Matt Stagliano

Lyric:
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out

Do you still go to raves? Do you think that Christ saves?
Do you spend your days in a Purple Haze?
Do you contemplate what a grape nut is?
Or could you live drinkin' your own whiz?

Are you hooked on a feelin'? Are you hooked on gin n' tonics?
Are you hooked on fistin'? Are you hooked on phonics?
Did you ever have sex with a box of Kleenex?
Did you like the movie 'Malcolm X'?

Or do you own a record by Stryper?
Do you have a mongoloid cousin wearin' diapers?
Were you born an' raised in New Jersey?
Did you like the taste of Crystal Pepsi?

Are you deaf? Well if you are, you can't hear me
But what's the use of livin' if your ears be
Broken, even if I spoke clearly
You're still not able to hear me

'Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a head start the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit
No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it

Life's short an' hard like a body building elf
So save the planet an' kill yourself
If you're feelin' down an' out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out

Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out

Does your girlfriend look like the chick from 'M.A.S.H.'?
Dead ringer for Klinger with a thicker mustache?
When you're at a get-together does everybody always ask
"Ain't no Halloween party, why's she wearin' that mask?"

Does she got more Chins than the Chinese phone book?
Would you rather make out with a rusty fish hook?
Does she stick to linoleum when she squats?
Does she look pregnant although she's not?

Did you first see your boyfriend on Cops?
Or at a Star Trek convention or on top
Of your best friend or maybe at Wendy's
Workin' third shift, late New Years' Eve

Does he live under a bridge scare kids an' kill squirrels?
Does he do keg stands until he hurls?
Could a blind man mistake his complexion for Braille?
Does he have time to sit around an' wait for the mail?

Life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a head start the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit
No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it

Life's short an' hard like a body building elf
So save the planet an' kill yourself
If you're feelin' down an' out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out

Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out

So take your life instead of takin' it for granted
I'm thinkin' you should can it, I think I'll help you plan it
Live today like it's gonna be your last
Hang out, blow your mind, have yourself a gas

I hope you take this the wrong way
And misinterpret what I say
Rewind an' let me reverse it
Backwards like Judas Priest first did

'Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a head start the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit
No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it

Life's short an' hard like a body building elf
So save the planet an' kill yourself
If you're feelin' down an' out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out

Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
...

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Lift Your Head Up High (And Blow Your Brains Out) - Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Lift Your Head Up High (And Blow Your Brains Out)
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): James M Franks, Matt Stagliano

Lyric:
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out

Do you still go to raves? Do you think that Christ saves?
Do you spend your days in a Purple Haze?
Do you contemplate what a grape nut is?
Or could you live drinkin' your own whiz?

Are you hooked on a feelin'? Are you hooked on gin n' tonics?
Are you hooked on fistin'? Are you hooked on phonics?
Did you ever have sex with a box of Kleenex?
Did you like the movie 'Malcolm X'?

Or do you own a record by Stryper?
Do you have a mongoloid cousin wearin' diapers?
Were you born an' raised in New Jersey?
Did you like the taste of Crystal Pepsi?

Are you deaf? Well if you are, you can't hear me
But what's the use of livin' if your ears be
Broken, even if I spoke clearly
You're still not able to hear me

'Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a head start the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit
No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it

Life's short an' hard like a body building elf
So save the planet an' kill yourself
If you're feelin' down an' out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out

Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out

Does your girlfriend look like the chick from 'M.A.S.H.'?
Dead ringer for Klinger with a thicker mustache?
When you're at a get-together does everybody always ask
"Ain't no Halloween party, why's she wearin' that mask?"

Does she got more Chins than the Chinese phone book?
Would you rather make out with a rusty fish hook?
Does she stick to linoleum when she squats?
Does she look pregnant although she's not?

Did you first see your boyfriend on Cops?
Or at a Star Trek convention or on top
Of your best friend or maybe at Wendy's
Workin' third shift, late New Years' Eve

Does he live under a bridge scare kids an' kill squirrels?
Does he do keg stands until he hurls?
Could a blind man mistake his complexion for Braille?
Does he have time to sit around an' wait for the mail?

Life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a head start the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit
No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it

Life's short an' hard like a body building elf
So save the planet an' kill yourself
If you're feelin' down an' out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out

Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out

So take your life instead of takin' it for granted
I'm thinkin' you should can it, I think I'll help you plan it
Live today like it's gonna be your last
Hang out, blow your mind, have yourself a gas

I hope you take this the wrong way
And misinterpret what I say
Rewind an' let me reverse it
Backwards like Judas Priest first did

'Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a head start the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit
No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it

Life's short an' hard like a body building elf
So save the planet an' kill yourself
If you're feelin' down an' out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out

Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
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Kill The World - Lyrics - Hammered - MotÖRhead

Title: Kill The World
Album: Hammered
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Delaoglou

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Lyric:
Out of the way, you're in the lost and found
Been a long time waiting 'til we hit the ground
See the fool, lose it all
Ain't no lifetime long enough to use it all

They say, it's here tomorrow, gone today
Tell the judge it's my way or the highway
And in the end it's all the same

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

We got to get you home because you're burned out
Didn't take too long before we found it out
See the drowned, drink it all
Ain't no ocean deep enough to sink it all

They say, it's here right now and gone before
Tell the hand we're harder than a hardcore
And in the end it's all a game

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

So now you're back, I hope, you know your place
Didn't take too long to get in your face
See the burned, light your fire
Ain't no hell that burns enough for my desire

You say, it's blasphemy that's too bad
Could have been the best time that you ever had
And in the end, the hungry flames

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

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Kill The World - Lyrics - Motorhead

Title: Kill The World
Artist: Motorhead
Composer(s): Ian Kilmister, Philip Campbell, Michael Delaoglou

Lyric:
Out of the way, you're in the lost and found
Been a long time waiting 'til we hit the ground
See the fool, lose it all
Ain't no lifetime long enough to use it all

They say, it's here tomorrow, gone today
Tell the judge it's my way or the highway
And in the end it's all the same

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

We got to get you home because you're burned out
Didn't take too long before we found it out
See the drowned, drink it all
Ain't no ocean deep enough to sink it all

They say, it's here right now and gone before
Tell the hand we're harder than a hardcore
And in the end it's all a game

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

So now you're back, I hope, you know your place
Didn't take too long to get in your face
See the burned, light your fire
Ain't no hell that burns enough for my desire

You say, it's blasphemy that's too bad
Could have been the best time that you ever had
And in the end, the hungry flames

You got to move, momma didn't raise no fools
You got to fight, live or die shoot out the lights
Pass the word, save yourself and kill the world
Save yourself and kill the world

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My Plauge(New Abusive Mix) - Lyrics - Slipknot

Title: My Plauge(New Abusive Mix)
Artist: Slipknot
Composer(s): Nathan J Jordison, James Donald Root, Mickael Thomson, Paul D Gray, Corey Taylor, Craig A Jones, Michael Shawn Crahan, Sid Wilson, Chris Fehn

Lyric:
I'm in conniptions for the final act
You came here for the one derivative
You manage is the one I abhor
I need a minute to eliminate for everyone the
Everyday bullshit things that you have done

Your impossible ego fuck is like a
Megalomaniacal tab on my tongue
You fuckin' touch me I will rip you apart
I'll reach in and take a bite out of that shit
You call a heart, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed, made to feel minuscule
When you consider the source it's kinda pitiful
The only thing you really know
About me is, that's all you'll ever know

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself

I'm turning it around like a knife in the shell
I wanna understand why but I'm hurting myself
I haven't seen alot reasons to stop it
I can't just drop it, I'm just a bastard
But at least I admit it, at least I admit it

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself, yeah

Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you, yeah
Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you, yeah
I can't fucking take it anymore
A snap of the synapse and now it's fucking war
Kill you, fuck you, I will never be you, yeah

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself

I know why you blame me
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you plague me
I know why you plague yourself

Well, I know why you blame yourself
I know why you blame yourself
I know why you blame yourself
And I know why you blame yourself

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Change Yourself - Lyrics - Soul Mover - Glenn Hughes

Title: Change Yourself
Album: Soul Mover
Artist: Glenn Hughes
Composer(s): Glenn Hughes

Lyric:
Don't confuse me with the drama
Now and then you lose your karma
Don't you trust yourself at all the life you've lead?
Why do you keep looking back? You move ahead

Don't throw your life away
You got so much to say
Anticipatin'

In this crazy world you must change yourself
In this open road you must change yourself
In this crazy world you must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever

Confiscate your malady your blindness
Kill the root of evil and madness
You have worn the color black for far too long
So you go no turning back, you won't be wrong

Don't throw your life away
You got so much to say
Anticipatin'

In this crazy world you must change yourself
In this open road you must change yourself
In this crazy world you must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever but the song

In this crazy world you must change yourself
In this open road you must change yourself
In this crazy world you must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever

In this crazy world you must change yourself
In this open road you must change yourself
In this crazy world you must change yourself
Nothing lasts forever but the song
Nothing lasts forever but the song
Nothing lasts forever

You've gotta change yourself
Yourself

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Cars &Amp; Trains - Lyrics - Patience - George Michael

Title: Cars &Amp; Trains
Album: Patience
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): Jonathan Simon Douglas, George Michael

Lyric:
Mama's gone and got herself a new man
It's a shame, he's the same
Mama please, please, stop pretending
This time, it won't end in tears
I find myself, with a new daddy
My mama needs love you see
Guess she don't wanna be lonely

And nobody's keeping score
I don't say hi to those guys no more
Said, mama "Can't you feel me"
Holding my breath as they knock, knock, knock on our door

You're just taking your ass to the top of that building
Throwing yourself under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels, the same, the same

Johnny's gone and got himself a new man
He gets laid every day
Johnny please, please, stop pretending
This time, may just end in tears
Take care of yourself
Because you won't find Daddy
When you're popping those pills
Oh Johnny, "Is the danger just part of the thrill?"

And nobody's keeping score
Johnny those guys that you shake it for
I said, "Johnny can't you hear them"
Sayin' mama knows best as they knock, knock
Knock on your door

You're just taking your ass to the top of that building
Throwing yourself under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels, the same, the same

Taking your ass to the top of that building
Throwing yourself under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels, wheels, wheels

You're just taking your ass to the top of that building
Under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
The same, the same, the same

Pretty girl, little girl, what were you thinking
Just 18 at the time
You were a mother and child, at the same time
You were a mother and child
So young and fucked up baby
Always higher than a child should see
Forgive me

To the top of that building
Under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels, wheels, wheels

Taking your ass to the top of that building
Throwing yourself under cars and trains
Taking the pill that you know will kill you
Under the wheels, the same, the same

Mama don't you let him stay
From bastard to loser, hurt you, used you in every way
Mama, don't let him stay, please
Don't let him stay

I said Jesus, Mary, and the Saints above
Won't you show him love?
I said Jesus, Mary, and the Saints but
Won't you show him love?

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A Cowards Eyes - Lyrics - Buried Alive

Title: A Cowards Eyes
Artist: Buried Alive
Composer(s): Kevin Corcoran, Joe Orlando, Matt Roberts, Scott Sprigg, Scott Vogel

Lyric:
Selfish ways, mindless shames
I pray to watch you bleed
Even the score, weapons theirs
Let's see what a man you are

Tradition lies, coward's eyes
Drown you in the blood you drain
Have your fun, you'll be shunned
As you fall, their lives redeemed

Blind to destruction
Call to redeem
Instead of them
Why don't you kill yourself?

Selfish ways, mindless shames
I pray to watch you bleed
Even the score, weapons theirs
Drown you in the blood you drain

Blind to destruction
Call to redeem
Instead of them
Why don't you kill yourself?
Why don't you kill yourself?

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Do It Yourself - Lyrics - Drive By Truckers

Title: Do It Yourself
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): Patterson Hood, Mike Cooley, Earl Hicks, Jason Isbell, Brad Morgan

Lyric:
My Daddy called me on a Friday morning
So sad to tell me just what you've done
You tried so hard to make us all hate you
But in the end you was the only one

Sick, tired, pissed and wired
You never thought about anyone else
You tried in vain to find something to kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself

Who's to blame for the loveless marriage
Who's to blame for the broken band
You ran from life and all of it's pleasures
Your own teeth marks on your own damned hand

Thrown out before the date expired
You rather die than let anyone help
You rather die than take a stab at living
Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself

Everyone has those times when the night's so long
The dead-end life just drags you down
You lean back under the microphone
And turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound

And it's a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister
It's a sorry thing to do to your little boy
It's a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you
Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy

Some should say I should cut you slack
But you worked so hard at unhappiness
Living too hard just couldn't kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself
Living too hard just couldn't kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself

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Permanently - Lyrics - Superjoint Ritual

Title: Permanently
Artist: Superjoint Ritual
Composer(s): Joe Fazzio, Jimmy Bower, Philip Anselmo

Lyric:
We're taking on, too much at once
Tables turning, the traps are set
We're sticking our big dick into the business
That hardly concerns us, he's ignorant

We're pissing off, our biggest rivals
With a shrug or a shoulder
If we're going into this half-cocked
We'll get cold cocked, clean clocked

To permanently kill yourself
To permanently kill your family
To permanently kill your God
To permanently kill the rest of the fucking population

Malaise, contagious cadaver undisposed of
Flowering bacterial, death display
Some will cry that this is the vengeance of death
Walk to the last breath, nothing will hesitate
Only death, no great rewards

To permanently kill yourself
To permanently kill your family
To permanently kill your God
To permanently kill the rest of the fucking population

Destined to lay, suspended like a fetus in the womb
Your death experience is common and sobering
To the radiating children of the dead God

Children of the dead God
Children of the dead God
Children of the dead God
Children of the dead God
Children of the dead God

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Let Yourself Go - Lyrics - Daddy's Home - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Let Yourself Go
Album: Daddy's Home
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Lou Donaldson, Antonio Hardy, Tadone Hill-Wilson

Lyric:
Somebody tell me who's that? What's that?
It's the man with the silk drawers stuck up his butt crack
Don't even front and try to ask who is this
'Cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah Witness

Stronger than Listerine, moppin' up rappers like Mr. Clean
Oh Lord, the Kane just hit the scene
Booyaka bo buck, rappers have no luck
'Cause when I come through, I'm catchin' wreck like a tow truck

'Cause ain't no way in the world the Kane could ever fade
I'm stayin' on top of this thing, in order for me to get paid
And anyone comin' to me for a battle is gettin' slayed
Whenever it comes to the lyrics, I'm rappin', I got it made

So back up off me 'cause yo' rap
Have no hap' so slow dat and act like you know dat
'Cause you can dream about bein' this up to par
But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are

Competition, I'll drill 'em and definitely out skill 'em
To make the long story short, I kill em
'Cause I face em like Jason, bizarre
And when I come through, it's like tchk tchk ahh

Come on, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go
Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go

Come on, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go
Come on, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go

Givin' you mo', ready to go, kickin' the flow, rippin' the show
Comin' to blow, check out a pro, look at the glow, act like you know
Left the lonely, lonely through lyrics loose in me
Leave the lowlife left lingerin' lost like [unverified]

Anything you can imagine done to a microphone I did it
Ripped it, flipped it, hit it, split it, let it, so dig it
But don't make me get ill or chill 'cause if I exercise my skill
Rappers'll hit the floor like Johnny Gill

The smoothest soloist with this to exist to bliss
And diss who risk to test this
'Cause this ain't no game, I treat you like
A picture of my ex girl and rip that ass out the frame

I come pursuant, pursuant, pursuant, pursuant
And step it to him, to him, to him, to him, to him
I leave a rapper's career ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined
And watch him fade like my voice is doin', doin', doin'

Ease back when I attack
Your poetry is wack so don't ask for no slack
'Cause I'm tell you straight up, I'ma bring it son
You want Poetic Justice, go see John Singleton

Because a battle ain't no thing to me
And I don't look nothin' like Tarzan
So don't think you can swing with me
Just let the Kane take control, I'd like to know
If you really ready for some super dynamite soul

Then come on, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go
Uh huh, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go

Uh huh, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go
Come on, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go

So what's this? A new attitude, you're tryin' to act rude
You saw Menace and now you in a gangsta mood
What are you kiddin' me? That's the heart of stupidity
If you wanna be a gangsta, join the mafia in Italy

Fakin' and frontin' on stage like you're hard
I hope when you get to Detroit, the real thugs gon' pull your card
Flashin' guns like you got somethin' to prove G
What, you wanna be in the next John Singleton movie?

You're sayin' that you're buck whylin'
But don't convince me, convince the brothers on the Island
Otherwise just forget it unless niggaz that did ten years
Say you a gangsta, I ain't wit it

Yo, I raped his mother, yo, I shot and killed him
Is that what you wanna get across to the children?
I guess you're not gonna be happy til it's for real
Four year old kids, doin' drivebys on Big Wheels

Or maybe you wanna see it be more fatal
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh
Now I don't mean to take the fun out the jam
I just want some to understand about the gun in the hand
We gotta show our people how to live equal
Peace out, I'm catchin' folks on the sequel

It go, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go
Uh huh, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go

Come on, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go
Come on, Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hoe
And yo I got the funky flow
So let yourself go

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Telephone Girlfriend - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: Telephone Girlfriend
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Hello?
This Keith, you're all by yourself?

Girl you're about to take a shower
Get in the bathtub, get your back scrubbed
Massagin your neck, feet rubbed
Baby oil on your toes while you get wet to my flows
I get turned on by the belly piercing
Your little ring in your nose
Decision makin you chose
Smell my cologne, fluctuatin your clothes
Me and McBenson
Project chicks in the green S-500 with extensions
From New York to Virginia to the Pocanos
In Cancun I send you to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
{Out of service} Keith ill
First man from New York City housin to have his face on a $30 bill
Chauffeur impressed, with sneakers on, dressed to kill

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill)
Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill)
Telephone girlfriend

Answer the phone honey
You lay on my chest like Max Julien, Cleopatra status
Coke bottle shape, Miss Nubian
Watch your sheer nightgown in the bathroom light
With cameltoe showin, I can tell you tight
Loose jeans don't work, my job is to convert
Act like I don't know the bottles are there
I can see through your shirt
While you listen to some wack MC's turned Smokey Robinson on
No time for incoming calls, b-boys stay mad
Actin buddy and funny, walkin around for beats won't work
Shut your status and timin
I don't wanna have a career too extreme
But ladies think I'm Frankie Lymon
{Out of service} They think I'm Frankie

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill)
Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill)
Telephone girlfriend

In the living room, on the couch and sofa
Mature female, you act older
No problem at all when I walk witchu to the mall
Circle the parking lot, you park and hot
At night you booty call, we order things from Pink Dot
Blockbuster movies, Maxim, Hustler, got you in Spike leather jackets
With tats on your stomach like a wrestler
You challenge the taste tester
Like Gomez used to kiss on Morticia, in front of Uncle Fester
Charming my dear, kissin you around your ear
Arms and palms, legs and thighs
Don't be surprised (don't be surprised)
{Out of service}

Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill)
Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill)
Telephone girlfriend

(Dressed to kill, dressed to kill, dressed)
Telephone girlfriend
{If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again}
{If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator}
{Out of service} {We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

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Marathon - Lyrics - Neighborhood Watch - Dilated Peoples

Title: Marathon
Album: Neighborhood Watch
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, Alan Maman, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor

Lyric:
Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
To show our appreciation for your support
Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Thank you, DJs

Dilated, let's go
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
Check it
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands

Yo, first up, I stay updated
Stay in the zone, an' no question, stay 'Dilated'
Understand, I exercise patience
Respect my paths 'cause the road, these cats paved it

Now that we've got that straight, it's time to move on
I don't train for sprints, I train for marathons
A long haul, we're built for this
It's proven, every year, more people cop our shit

The point I'm gettin' at, we're buildin' a army
Couldn't thank 'em enough, for real, I feel strongly
Right now, we're parked in a comfortable spot
By 2004, we're out to own the whole lot

Out for the top, to settle for less, the short change
So we keep our heads with us, as there's more to gain
An' with war is pain, so we roll the dice
It's all for the love, but some pay the ultimate price, check it out y'all

Yo, they go off when they go on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself

Yo, they go off when they go on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it

I crack my own tooth, man, rap's a tool
Just to spit crowns an' leave your head wrapped with jewels
Respect that, even if you don't respect that
Label politics is just a minor setback

As long as we're willin' an' our heart is still in it
In the marathon, the artists will win it
Even though they want me to bite my tongue
Where I'm comin' from it's like 'Fuck that, I'll still win it'

The long run separates the weak an' strong one
Never underestimate how deep the songs run
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself

Yo, clap your hands, your hands you clap
Expansion Team rap, then expand the map
With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular
Stamina, Rakaa's a party flow master like this

Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself

Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it

I'm like Axel when they kill Mike for the bearer bonds
Driven to fight, livin' in the marathon
Some can't carry on, they're tired or feel ill
But in the end, real soldiers are still will

Sometimes, it's just spectators an' gladiators
Same party, next year, haters congratulate us
To Buddy, Princess an' Jalen, congratulations
This year, there's less funerals than graduations

Yo, pace myself 'cause sagas continue
Standin' ovations, Dilated blows up every venue
A new era, placed first, style pursuin'
The shoe fits? Wear it, it's based on you an'

Your off beat DJ, anythin' he play
Sounds like Babu, pulled the plug with no delay
This homestretch, I've saved my last breath
I push full throttle, no rest 'til nothin's left, it's the marathon

Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself

Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it

Clap your hands, clap your hands, come on
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
Check it, Expansion Team forever an' the Alchemist
It's the marathon

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Women Lose Weight - Lyrics - Slick Rick

Title: Women Lose Weight
Artist: Slick Rick
Composer(s): Ross Charles Godfrey, Ricky M L Walters, Paul Corfield Godfrey, Skye Edwards

Lyric:
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser

The name of this entertainment is "Women lose weight"
Our first years of marriage everything was just great
But after two kids and the weight gain factors
Fact is now she's completely unattractive
Look fat chicks I don't mean to sound rude
I tell her nice "Hit the gym and don't eat so much food", but no
"You're shallow, you need to run the course
Of unconditional love and so forth"

But how if desire's is not there that's just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My unhappiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out this marriage
Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed
"When you gonna leave your wife?" I tell her
"Soon mommy soon" I assume or my destiny is blue
Interestingly the only thing left for me to do is to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin
Knowin' nothing 'bout poisoning and I can't swim
Bad intentions pumpin' might as well become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this?
Who could I get to help me murder this fat chick?
Guess I'll have to play a dude Robbin
On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping

Anyway long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
Sent her clean over the divider, "You bastard", she said
As the wreck went tumblin' down the hill
I thought, "She has to be dead"
Later on get a call from a Lieutenant O Rourke
Had me leapin' like a frog "We need you at the morgue"
So I selfishly pursue, boohoo, there was nothing else
For me to do I had to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
C'mon ya'll know I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

"So you mean to tell me officer you don't have no clue
Who did this hit and run", "No sir we don't have no clues right now"
"This is terrible what am I gonna tell the kids?"
"Pull yourself together sir"
"I'm so broken up inside I just can't believe this"
"I understand, understand"
"Catch the person who did this"
"We're gonna try sir", "Please"

Screamin', "Who done took my heart" acting shakin' up a lot
At the funeral though everyone was lookin' at me odd like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain murmuring
"I heard he was displeased with her weight gain"
While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde can't cook
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want I doubt could address
Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and

Talkin' to detectives that was waitin' outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale and because of betrayal they indicted me
Gave me an impossible bail
Good fortune to anyone admiring the raw tent
Moral of the story is, "Desire is important"
So watch your weight it'll keep you mate smitten it's a given
Though looking back I realized I didn't have to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, I killed her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

Well there you have it
Keep thin, trim
Keep your marriages healthy do you know what I mean?
Small message from Morcheeba and Slick Rick the ruler
Peace

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Women Lose Weight - Lyrics - Morcheeba

Title: Women Lose Weight
Artist: Morcheeba
Composer(s): Ross Charles Godfrey, Ricky M L Walters, Paul Corfield Godfrey, Skye Edwards

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Lyric:
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser

The name of this entertainment is "Women lose weight"
Our first years of marriage everything was just great
But after two kids and the weight gain factors
Fact is now she's completely unattractive
Look fat chicks I don't mean to sound rude
I tell her nice "Hit the gym and don't eat so much food", but no
"You're shallow, you need to run the course
Of unconditional love and so forth"

But how if desire's is not there that's just delayment
Divorce is, child support, alimony payments
My unhappiness I doubt discouraged
So hurry for an easier way out this marriage
Meanwhile my secretary June, well groomed
"When you gonna leave your wife?" I tell her
"Soon mommy soon" I assume or my destiny is blue
Interestingly the only thing left for me to do is to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I'm gonna have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

My plans against or shenanigans kinda ran thin
Knowin' nothing 'bout poisoning and I can't swim
Bad intentions pumpin' might as well become numb
Cut her lungs or the obvious robbery gone wrong
But the catch is do I have the nerve to dispatch this?
Who could I get to help me murder this fat chick?
Guess I'll have to play a dude Robbin
On Wednesday the day she usually goes food shopping

Anyway long story short hit the side of her Chrysler
Sent her clean over the divider, "You bastard", she said
As the wreck went tumblin' down the hill
I thought, "She has to be dead"
Later on get a call from a Lieutenant O Rourke
Had me leapin' like a frog "We need you at the morgue"
So I selfishly pursue, boohoo, there was nothing else
For me to do I had to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
C'mon ya'll know I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, kill her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I had to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

"So you mean to tell me officer you don't have no clue
Who did this hit and run", "No sir we don't have no clues right now"
"This is terrible what am I gonna tell the kids?"
"Pull yourself together sir"
"I'm so broken up inside I just can't believe this"
"I understand, understand"
"Catch the person who did this"
"We're gonna try sir", "Please"

Screamin', "Who done took my heart" acting shakin' up a lot
At the funeral though everyone was lookin' at me odd like I did it
Like I was the reason my mates slain murmuring
"I heard he was displeased with her weight gain"
While my secretary sort of a sexy blonde can't cook
All she does is order from restaurants
All of the sex you want I doubt could address
Clothes not washed proper and house look a mess and

Talkin' to detectives that was waitin' outside
How I took a long lunch break day the wife died
I darn near turned pale and because of betrayal they indicted me
Gave me an impossible bail
Good fortune to anyone admiring the raw tent
Moral of the story is, "Desire is important"
So watch your weight it'll keep you mate smitten it's a given
Though looking back I realized I didn't have to kill her

What a surpriser, open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss, I killed her
What a surpriser open your eyes, a woman adviser
I didn't have to kill her
Course there's laws which enforces divorces
Send that ass right to the morgue Miss

Well there you have it
Keep thin, trim
Keep your marriages healthy do you know what I mean?
Small message from Morcheeba and Slick Rick the ruler
Peace

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Ambulances - Lyrics - Distort Yourself - Institute

Title: Ambulances
Album: Distort Yourself
Artist: Institute
Composer(s): Gavin Rossdale, Christopher Traynor

Lyric:
This staying alive can kill you
It's taking years off of my life
Build my world within you
But loneliness comes

You can cure you're iodine
The world is better for your grace
If I plead insanity
Can I still crash at your place?

There are only so many ambulances
To go around
There are only so many accidents
It's the universe coming down

Not trying to kill you
It's just proof of life
Not trying to kill you
One day at a time

She feeds off desire
She's in me
To world's I'd never guessed
I am sure she'll be with me until the very end

There are only so many ambulances
Less you ask the more you see
There are only so many accidents
It's the universe and nothing's free

I'm not trying to kill you
It's just moves of life
Not trying to kill you
One day at a time
Not trying to kill you
One day, one day

Oh, life can be so unwell
Oh, speeding between heaven and hell
Oh, lately there's been so much to tell

There are only so many ambulances
There are only so many ambulances

Not trying to kill you
It's just proof of life
Not trying to kill you
One day at a time
Not trying to kill you
One day, one day, hey

There are only so many ambulances
To go around, to go around
To go around

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