Mx Missiles - Lyrics - Mysterious Production of Eggs - Andrew Bird

Title: Mx Missiles
Album: Mysterious Production of Eggs
Artist: Andrew Bird
Composer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird

Lyric:
Those that will judge
Will say you're aloof
But you know the truth is a seed
You know what you need
Is a conflagration

'Cause when I see your blood
And the bits of your broken tooth
It gives me the proof that I need
It's the proof that you bleed
And it's a revelation, it's a revelation

I thought you were a life-sized paper doll
Propped up in the hardware store
Propped up on the front lawn watching the parade
Of the legionnaires with 2/4s
Marching off to wars

I didn't know what you were made of
Color of your blood, What you're afraid of?
Are you made of calcium or are you carbon based?
'Cause if you're made of calcium I'll have to take a taste

Calcium is deadly
But tender to the tooth
But it's one sure-fire way to know
If you're MX-missile proof
Or if you're just aloof

And you were in the ground in late November
Though the leaves and earth were damp
Did you think they would remember
How you almost made state champ?

And when you're running for the game against Alfonsus
And you fell up on the ground and chipped your tooth
That might really have surprised us
To learn that maybe you weren't really MX-missiles proof

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Gods Cop - Lyrics - Happy Mondays

Title: Gods Cop
Artist: Happy Mondays
Composer(s): Gary Whelan, Paul Davis, Mark Day, Shaun Ryder, Paul Ryder

Lyric:
I can virtually do anything I read
Someone, somewhere, swamp between your knees
Hand me out fish, did some big tease
Ohh, man did you fuck it? Baby brother I took it

And I pilfered the bag, the MX gold
Then I pilfered the young bag for the MX gold
Because the lord chief constable knows I'm Owen
Ohh, and everybody said I told you so

God made it easy
God made it easy on me
God made it easy on me

God made it easy
God made it easy on me
God made it easy on me

'Coz me and the chief got soul to soul
Me and the chief got slowly stoned
Ohh, me and the chief got soul to soul
Ohh, me and all the chiefs get slowly stoned

I like it and I want it and I just don't need to stop it
'To me and all the rich got mobile homes, homes
Ohh, me and all the rich got mobile phones, bones

God made it easy
God made it easy on me
God made it easy on me

God made it easy
God made it easy on me
God made it easy on me

'Coz me and the chief got soul to soul
Me and the chief got slowly stoned
Ohh, me and the chief get soul to soul
Ohh, me and all the chiefs get slowly stoned

God made it easy
God makes it easy on me
God makes it easy on me

God made it easy
God makes it easy on me
God makes it easy on me

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Mx - Lyrics - Around The Fur - Deftones

Title: Mx
Album: Around The Fur
Artist: Deftones
Composer(s): Chino Moreno, Stephen Carpenter, Abe Cunningham, Chi Cheng

Lyric:
You're so sweet, your smile
Your pussy and your bones
You're on fire, you move me
Like music with your style

Let me think
(And you think about what?)
About girls
(And what else?)
And money, and new clothes
(And what do I get?)

Thirty nights
(Uh huh)
Of violence
(Yeah)
And sugar, to love

Come here come here
Closer to the lung
So I can, I can
Shove her over railing

You're sweet but I'm tired
Of proving this love
See you're a bore but you move me
Like a movie that you love

Let me think
(And you think about what?)
About girls
(And what else?)
And money, and new clothes
(And what do I get?)

Thirty nights
(Uh huh)
Of violence
(Yeah)
And sugar, to love

Come here come here
Closer to the lung
So I can I can
Shove her over railing

Let me think
(And you think about what?)
About girls
(And what else?)
And money, and new clothes
(And what do I get?)

Thirty nights
(Uh huh)
Of violence
(Yeah)
And sugar, to love
(Fuckin' rock star)

Come here, come here
Closer to the lung
Come here come here
Closer to the lung
So I can I can
Shove her over railing

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Get It Live - Lyrics - Redman

Title: Get It Live
Artist: Redman
Composer(s): E Sermon, R Noble

Lyric:
Yo, if this pussy nigga can't get it live
Get him the fuck out and let Doc take the job
I guarantee hardcore funk for three months
Warranty within that three months is like prenups
I take half, of everybody's sales, I don't give a fuck
You're rap, R & B or, folk or country

You could do a duet LP with Billy Dee
I'm the Doc pure water lettin' Bay Watch the slaughter
I jump off stage and kick him in the fade
I'm lifted like my back carry helicopter blades
Fuck a police raid, this a bum rush
You'll agree like Siskel and Elbert with your thumbs up

Like Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Hah yo, I see y'all niggaz tryin' to win, dyin' to sin
Liquidate my formats then apply it to skin
I put work in, my label should be buyin' a Benz
'Cause with the chrome I'm swift like the hand on Sharon Stone
C'mon, it's about the scrilla
Metronomes put holes in bitches silicones then they peel 'em
I hang with ghetto hoes that, thumbtack they ceiling
'Cause when it's time to throw joints, they the ones illin'

I'm way above 90 plus tax, kleptomaniac
Take the change out your blue mousetrap
Lo-Jacks is no match to locate, what I demonstrate
You need two Dr. Dre's to phone tap, me
Capital D.O., yo
I keep a dirty piss when I see P.O., yo

My phone number's 9 9 fuck you
My crew swing like Bruce Lee num-chuks do, up to
No good, to make myself clear
Any girl ask for drinks is the biggest chicken in here
Like Run say, "This is the way"
Def Squad lock it like that channel on Super bowl Sunday

Y'all niggaz ain't ready, for Reggie
I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly
Break Cool C out then ask her what the dilly?
Pass them the AK so we can get busy
I'm at 112 with Jacque with my neck up
This chicken scopin', "Who the fuck parkin' that Lincoln?"
It's D-O-C, Def Squad crew
I'm ready to fuck baby, how about you?

Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you ain't fresh
Still crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
Spit a rhyme to make your neck disconnect your chest
This Gillette style be Acura and XX, well it's
Doc, blow your wife MX
At the hotel Niko, spankin' that Coleco

I get you hot if you're, lookin' through the peephole
Niggaz start duckin' out, like I work for repo'
Fo'-fo' Italian chrome, bitches yellin', "Champagne"
I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside a hoe
Just 'cause I can flow, I'm not a sucker
I just love to fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya

Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Give me five, feel my vibe on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Yo, I said Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah I blow my fuckin' weed if you're out of skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then
Well alright then, well alright then, yeah

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