New York City - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: New York City
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it

There's a million albums out there
With that opera and Shakespeare shit
I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap
I don't hear shit, you niggas are excess waste

A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs
With cancer, my voodoo ready to roll
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit

HMV at the cash register, girls tryin' to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R and B, I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin' by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it
I guarantee you get bad karma, fly leather coat with the Coach bag

You step in shit, choose the Daily News
The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles
You got a lot around your feet, motherfuckers, not a little bit
Wipe that shit off your soles

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it

I'm straight up on the butt ass transit
I don't give a fuck, I smell the piss in the subway
My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit
Women lookin' scared, borin' ass statues

Bitch, you need to get out the boroughs
And move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin'
Sittin' up with braids in your hair like a fuckin' Halloween pumpkin
Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin'
Eat your breakfast muffin'

My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin' leather
I ain't say nothin' 'cause in your panties secretly
I know you readin' the magazine comin', the freak on the train is bustin'
I was sittin' here first, you wasn't I know you goin' home to masturbate
Your girlfriend is messed up, datin' her own fuckin' cousin

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it

Y'all just reachin' your damn horizons, so what?
You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you prepaid
Girls and guys I'm not frontin'
Y'all bullshittin' talkin' to nobody lookin' good at the dinner table

Runnin' your fuckin' bill up on Verizon
You ain't shoppin' with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags
Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded ass herb niggas are thin
Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin'

The datin' and courtin' shit got everybody hyped up and sportin' shit
The Bell system fraud, dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot
Ladies don't invite me over
Just cover the mattress with the piss and the cum spot

Don't blast the same lame ass singin' MC a lot
Now move the ticket off your window
Manhattan traffic cop
You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parkin' lot

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it

New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it

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Shit Expands - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: Shit Expands
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Bronx, Brooklyn
Queens, Manhattan
Staten Island
Keith in the house

It ain't about the bitch with a wig like she comin' from China
Y'all fronted in rented Benzes with Avis on 'em
No breakfast, I'm goin home, fuck Chelsea or diner
Let the guys with the chrome buckets expose the cuffs
Be a co-signer

I'm in your ass man, close like your Starter jacket liner
Dr. J sharper, plug your asshole up with a tub stopper
Your wife's a New York City Breaker
Your baby's mom is a pop-locker, know the metropolitan area

Custodian nigga, you sanitation worker, shit cleaner
Floor mopper, look down on the city with binoculars
Piss out at choppers, defecate 80 thousand feet in the air
I flip your small game, take your small urban territory
Put the street in the air

My shit rise, increase like subway fare
Scuffle your dinner wear
Your sneaker line ain't makin it, I piss on four pair
You know the big head boy from the projects

Retarded motherfucker, you know you be in child care
You better stay there
Your crew get picked up with shitty diapers from daycare
Your foe be his crib death

The top rappers receive hot dogs up they ass, they get F
Mark flush the toilet, you shit next
Expand your stomach range with tummy pains
Shit in the back of your Bentley when it rains

Leave your wooden panels with shit stains
Throw the turds out the windows
Watch them bounce in the carpool lanes

Hot 97
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

Yo, where's the block at? Uh
They say 106th and Park is on the mad, fuck it is on
I haven't heard a hard record in years, uh
Everybody dancin', Harlem shakin, strip free naked

And put a pole up and watch the ratings go up
And if AJ steps, take his Jacob and slap off the makeup
I'm in the crowd like Lee Malvo, with a sniper rifle
A hockey mask, a butcher knife, yo, who knows what I'll do

They sellin' dreams with a rap battle, uh, huh
Look, yeah, you rappers are kids and rappin' with a rap rattle
Nobody ever comes out, that's right
No twelve inches, no fires, no jets

Early retired, no links
No chains, no videos, no baguettes, uh
Don't Speak, uh huh, I'm gettin Gwen Stefani
Tossed up, sellin' pussy like every week

So don't fight me, uh, you can hype me, that's right
I'm liable to go out with a terrorist style
I'm liable to flow out with a terrible style
Viacom bought you, suckers
I'm outta here nigga I'm changin' the dial

Hot 97
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

No more cars and shit, we suicide bombers
Nigga, walk up in your radio station
We get gas from the gas station, nigga
You better ask public relations, blow out your DJ booth

With hats off, like motherfuckin' Dr. Seuss
No buckets, strictly bombs under the North Face goose
Caught you with acid, baby
We put it in your motherfuckin orange juice

Fuck a turned up cap
How bout a burnt up motherfuckin' baseball cap
With a whack-ass rap
We detonate with three sticks of dynamite through your turntables
Blow out your ass crack

You ain't the motherfuckin' pimp, you ain't the motherfuckin' mack
Review this right, you gon' drink a daquiri
Are you gon' come back to me?
Are you gon' get smacked from me?
Fuck around look how you act to me, bitch

Hot 97
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
The shit expand, over your Jacob, the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand

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Sex Style - Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Title: Sex Style
Album: Sex Style
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Now the first drop of juice is there for her to see
Honey, that's when she backs off and just lick her teeth

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

You want free style, that's right, the style is free
Niggas suck my dick and they girls drink my pee
I'm on some S and M shit, you can't get with
Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick

Suckers back to pull their style's transsexual
Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual
You on the mic, and when you rhyme, I start to jerk off
Let my dog lick you, German Shepard want to bust off

I tell your legs and swat 'em, MC's having anal sex
Step around like a Tampax, and step up next
I enter New York, no problem with my dick out
California porno star, my ass, you can lick out

Saying, "What?", with sperm dripping down your partner's butt
I see MC's in my face with their ass up
Let me put my cape on, my rubber and my mask up
Not, no horror-core shit, this is porno-core

I'm in the club naked man, I'm the fucking pro'
Niggas can't wax no ass, girls should let them know

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

Back I wreck shit, so what nigga? I masturbate
See your girls' cocked back, her legs tied like a figure eight
I'm on stage getting sucked by Madonna
Sticking piped in your ass until you stop the free style drama

I pioneered this shit, you keep sucking dick
Your girl's in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick
I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere
Piss in your face and urinate all in your hair

You name a group that's shit, I will pooper-scoop
Fuck with this, miss, I will damage on the premises
Niggas step back with Dax grease, watch their ass twist
I rhyme any nigga, golden showers up in Greek Alley

Movie star bitches, MC's lining up in Cali
Drinking vodka, absolute, sipping Tanqueray
MC's jump off, I stung your rectum like a stingray
Girls, heinie-wipe, MC's say my style is hype

Pussies relax, I'd rather fuck them with a cordless mic
Could rob a horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

May they beat his bowels with a ten-pound hammer
'Til his asshole whistles the 'Star-Spangled Banner'

Now the nurse is here, Dr. Butcher to your anus
I don't care who you are, and if you think you're famous
You could be waxed, seventy-five fucking rap groups
Bisexuals on stage eating Fruit Loops
Sugar smacks, I got the rhythm for your ass cracks
Bring your girl, she fantasize in my sex world

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

(Sex style)
Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss
(Girls pay a fee)

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Piss Virus - Lyrics - Amen

Title: Piss Virus
Artist: Amen
Composer(s): Casey Chimielinski

Lyric:
This virus
Piss virus

I fuckin' hate you well I fuckin' hate myself
Tear me off these computer wings of cyanide
I cannot take myself, can't tolerate myself
Naked and napalmed in the schoolyard of benign

I don't know you and I don't really care to

We're the sedated in their celebration
Sell the slaves for their skin until it dries
I cannot take myself, can't tolerate myself
Beautiful servant you are perfect in demise

I come into this hole to get out of this

Piss virus inside us
Take the nation of millions divided
Piss virus inside us
Take the nation of millions divided again

Again
Again

Lead me to water so I can drain it
I hope all you necrophiliacs in California fucking die
I cannot take myself, can't tolerate myself
Sit and rape, sit and rape, sit and rape this life

It's in, it's out, get in get out of this

Piss virus inside us
Take the nation of millions divided
Piss virus inside us
Nations of the millions divided again

Divided again
Divided again

This piss virus, this virus
Piss virus inside us, get out inside us
Fucking cunt open wide
Let us bury it until you're alive again

Again
Again

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Gettin' There - Lyrics - Pummel - All

Title: Gettin' There
Album: Pummel
Artist: All
Composer(s): Karl Matthew Alvarez

Lyric:
It takes a lot to piss me off
But once I'm there, it's hard to cool me down
Take as lot to piss me off
So why you want to go and do that now?

It takes a lot of effort and time
To push me over that line
Take a lot to piss me off
But you're gettin' there

It takes a lot to piss me off
If I get mad, I feel like a jerk
It takes a lot to piss me off
So why do you want to do that much work?

I lose my temper
And then it's hard to find it again
It takes a lot to piss me off
So why you gotta piss me off
It takes a lot to piss me off
But you're gettin' there

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Powertools And Piss - Lyrics - Gluecifer

Title: Powertools And Piss
Artist: Gluecifer
Composer(s): Frithjof Jacobsen, Rolf Yngve Uggen, Arne C. Skagen, Danny Young, Stig Atle Amundsen

Lyric:
I got your beep and now I am on my way
Light falls and I am on my way

'Coz I?ll nail that picture right through your wall
I got a black bag ready when nature calls
I got a two by fours by one to twelve
I got a generator buzzing with a sound from hell
From hell

I got the powertools and piss
I got the powertools and piss

Well, you called for it once
And now you want it some more
'Coz you?re domesticated
And I poop on your floor

I?ll leave a stain in the middle of a carpet so clean
I?m going ancient, baby, if you know what I mean
I got a Titan club for a porcelain bell
Got a generator buzzing with a sound from hell
Alright, with a sound from hell, alright

Yeah, I?ll nail that picture right through your wall
I got a black bag ready when the nature calls
I got a two by four by one to twelve
I got a generator buzzing

I want you all to listen
And I want you all to see
And I want you all to feel it

I got the powertools and piss
I got the powertools and piss
I got the goddamn tools and piss
I got the powertools and piss

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Troublesome - Lyrics - West Coast Resurrection - Game

Title: Troublesome
Album: West Coast Resurrection
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Marcelle Tom, Jayceon Terrell Taylor

Lyric:
Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Y'all niggaz see me when I come through
And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six double, oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Mines hustle, Mucho Dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine
And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline

The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nuthin' but a gangsta party

And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And The Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards
So, keep that little ass horn and that Neil Armstrong, nigga

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Trust me, dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster

But that don't stop the heater from bangin' or me comin' through
Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder

Dog, we can get this shit over, I got ten on The Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains

And the corner's real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other, how I do 'em in line

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook, then I'm bringin' the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin' a clone but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig

When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block
And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac

A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey

And ain't nuthin' to do a drive by in the hood
We ain't even got survival but I'ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

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Down Human - Lyrics - Amen - Amen

Title: Down Human
Album: Amen
Artist: Amen
Composer(s): Casey Chmielinski

Lyric:
Destroy, what I embrace
'Cause I am stuck to the walls and I piss for another taste
Pill just to cure from your imprisonment
And your incisionment to the

'Cause I stranded, violated, hit, violated

Down in a home
Human hole
Bring down the human
Down in a home
Human hole
Bring down the human

Because I sleep with these handcuffs on
And I piss with these handcuffs on
And I am locked and I belong and I belong
And I belong to no one

Yeah
'Cause I'm stranded, violated, hit, violated

Down in a home
Human hole
Bring down the human
Down in a home
Human hole
Bring down the human

Because I sleep with these handcuffs on
And I piss with these handcuffs on
And I am locked and I belong and I belong
And I

Because I can't wash this dress with blood and piss
Bring down the invalid human
Piss, drinking piss, feel like piss
Destroy, destroy

Yes I'm stranded, violated, hit, violated

'Cause I'm down in a home
Human hole
Bring down the human
Down in a home
Human hole
Bring down the human

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Piss Off - Lyrics - Saxon

Title: Piss Off
Artist: Saxon
Composer(s): Douglas Scarratt, Petery Rooney Byford, Paul Quinn, Timothy Carter

Lyric:
How come every time you feel real good
Somebody drops you a piss off bomb?
How come every time you roll the dice
Somebody offers you the wrong advice?

Oh no, not again, just when I'm feeling happy
Oh no, not again, just when you're feeling fine

Take it slow, don't go fast
Looking good never lasts
Different day, same old song
Then somebody drops you a piss off bomb

In and out, round about, try to sort your feelings out
Can you see the full moon rising?
Break the spell, ring the bell, trapped inside your private hell
Can't you see the far horizon?

Down, down, drag you down, just when you're feeling happy
Down, down, drag you down, just when you're feeling fine

Take it slow, don't go fast
Looking good never lasts
Different day, same old song
Then somebody drops you a piss off bomb

How come every time you feel real good
Somebody drops you a piss off bomb?
How come every time you roll the dice
Somebody offers you the wrong advice?

'Round, 'round, turn you 'round, just when you're feeling happy
Down, down, drag you down, just when you're feeling fine

Take it slow, don't go fast
Looking good never lasts
Different day, same old song
Then somebody drops you a piss off bomb

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Piss On The Wall - Lyrics - J. Geils Band

Title: Piss On The Wall
Artist: J. Geils Band
Composer(s): P Wolf, S Justman

Lyric:
Now, some people think the world is what it ain't
To some I'm a sinner, to others a saint
Some folks say, the world ain't what it is
All I know is I just got to take a wiz

But where am I goin' and where have I been
My head's in the clouds and my tail's in a spin
Jumpin' out of planes for the thrill of it all
Then I bounce right back and take a piss on the wall

Politics, shmolitics, they oughta save their breath
A mean streak,a blue streak, they sentence me to death
Harangue me from a tree, twist and shout until I crawl
Do the flip, do the flop, but piss on the wall

Well, the Yanks hate the Reds and the Greeks hate the Turks
I really hate to say it, but they're all a bunch of jerks
Seems like everybody's shakin' 'cause the big one's 'bout to fall
I'm just tryin' to hold it steady while I piss on the wall

Piss on the wall, piss on the wall

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Real Gangstaz - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Real Gangstaz
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big, big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine

Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine
And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline

The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin'
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through

Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster

But that don't stop the heater from bangin', or me comin' through
Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-ten's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder

Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the game
Let's say the Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains

And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A-one good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin' the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin' a clone, but if I live
Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig

When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block
And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac

A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey

And ain't nuttin' to do a drive by in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'm a still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you

Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few

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Taking Pictures - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: Taking Pictures
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Mathew Thornton

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Lyric:
Whassup baby?
C'mere let me feel your pussy a lil' bit
Turn around, that's right
Let me see that pretty ass
Lean over
Let me put a little grease in your ass
Knahmsayin baby?
Fine ass bitch

Bitch let me see one of the titties
Hit you in the face with one of these fitties
Watch pictures, pass out
In the leather sofa with the ass out
Piss in your pocketbook
With a patch over my eye like Captain Hook
Fuck all the romance and love books
Still they help your pussy like a crook
Break you down to the name of your asshole
Connected to the Chevron station and the gas cable
Motherfuckers cooperate, don't be hateful
Lotion your ass up, you're ungrateful
Take a shit in the underground picture
Make it commercial
More tasteful, parental advisory
Clean your vagina with ammonia and ivory

Piss in your face
Piss in the right place
Piss in your face
Piss in the right place

Raisin mutilation
Reynolds and Wrap, Tupperware
New Jersey sexy shit
Hype nipples, eatin your own defecation
Vicks in my nose
Sniffin glue while you smell ass
I specialize in bitches who communicate, and sell ass
If I'm upset, I get a ride and tell ass
Put your ass in a butt cast
Fingerpop you with my Jason mask
You can't sleepover and crash
Ginseng up yo that's right
Everybody's gettin pissy, with chronic and hash
Waterbed and the table
Leave urine in the back of your Taurus Sable
Tie my underwear to the back of your car
Spray your ass with
Dress you up and grab the Vaseline jar

Piss in your face, girl you know
Pissin in your face, pissin in your face
Pissin

Your eyes feel my dick in the dark
Part of your bathroom, you think I'm sick
I fill the soggy shit and you split
Over 40 to 50 plus
Old bitches who smoke PCP and dust
Fuck the lust, pour milk on your Bally with Orange Crush
Cover your asshole with a Slurpy slush
Orgy over here, that's right they doin it over there
But I'm the director with a camera, everywhere
I'm the photographer, Jim take pictures
Yo, y'all be first, cause there's seven of us
And I'm not gonna do this
I'm gonna get through this, and do this like Brutus
Taking pictures
Photographers, Nikon and Pentax

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Don'T Piss Me Off - Lyrics - David Lee Roth

Title: Don'T Piss Me Off
Artist: David Lee Roth
Composer(s): Freebo Steve Hunter, Jack White, Monty Byrom, Brett Tuggle

Lyric:
You know I'd never lie to ya, baby, don't get me wrong
And though I wasn't true to ya, baby, don't get me wrong
'Cuz satisfyin' you is the thing that gets me off

I do a lot of thinkin', some I shouldn't think about
Just a little somethin', you know I can't live without
Gotta fever that's burnin', you just can't slow me down

Don't piss me off, don't cool me down
I've been lied to, from town to town
You got somethin' that just blows my top
Hey now baby well you drivin' me crazy
When it comes to your love now I ain't a bit lazy

Baby, don't you worry, you ain't gotta play no fool
Just a little lovin' is all I need from you
Never met nobody makes me feel the way you do

Don't piss me off, don't cool me down
I've been lied to, from town to town
You got somethin' that just blows my top
Hey now baby well you drivin' me crazy
When it comes to your love now I ain't a bit lazy

Talkin' dirty, dressin' clean, dancin' nasty by the record machine
Do the walk, love to ball, just one look I believe that's all
Little girl loves to boogie woogie, looks so fine like some sweet sugar
Destination is on the floor, give it up just a little bit more
Hey baby, can I be excused, I can't take no more

Don't piss me off, don't cool me down
I've been lied to, from town to town
You got somethin' that just blows my top
Hey now baby well you drivin' me crazy
When it comes to your love now I ain't a bit lazy

Don't piss me off, don't cool me down
I've been lied to, from town to town

I can't take no more
You're not that kind of girl
I can't take no more

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One Of These Days - Lyrics - Imani Coppola

Title: One Of These Days
Artist: Imani Coppola
Composer(s): Imani Coppola, M Mangini

Lyric:
One of these days
I'm gonna be happy
One of these days
I'm gonna piss all over myself laughing
One of these days
I'm gonna get the punchline
I said one of these days
I'm gonna be happy

Until that day I'm gonna
Bitch and moan and groan
And--hold the phone
I'm not done
Where's everybody goin?
What the fuck?
This shit sucks
I'm bored
I'll take these two calls
To hell with me
To hell with you
To hell with hell
I'm gonna be happy

One of these days
I'm gonna be happy
One of these days
I'm gonna piss all over myself laughing
One of these days
I'm gonna get the punchline
I said one of these days
I'm gonna be happy

Happy, happy
Happy yeah
Happy, happy
Happy, happy yeah
Piss all over myself
Laughing, happy
Piss all over myself
Laughing, laughing
I'll be happy

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Serrated Edge - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Serrated Edge
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Rodney Linderman, David Shulthise, Dean Sabatino, Joseph Genaro

Lyric:
Up on the hilltop where the vultures perch
That's where I'm gonna build my church
Ain't gonna be no priest, ain't gonna be no boss
Just Charles Nelson Reilly nailed to a cross
I don't piss, I don't shit, I'm gettin' no relief
People shake their heads in disbelief, go

Just me on a hilltop with 15 girls
In a Nelson Reilly orgy that'll make your hair curl
I don't piss, I don't shit, I'm gettin' no relief
People shake their heads in disbelief

Yeah, Charles Nelson Reilly, he's our man
He can't heal the sick with the touch of his hand
He can't walk on the water, can't make wine flow
Just another greedy actor on the late, late show
I don't piss, I don't shit, I'm gettin' no relief
People shake their heads in disbelief, go

Just me on a hilltop with 15 girls
In a Nelson Reilly orgy that'll make your hair curl
I don't piss, I don't shit, I'm gettin' no relief
People shake their heads in disbelief

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The Boys From Alabama - Lyrics - The Dirty South - Drive By Truckers

Title: The Boys From Alabama
Album: The Dirty South
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): Patterson Hood, Mike Cooley, Jason Isbell, Brad Morgan, Shonna Tucker

Lyric:
We gonna take you up to McMary county Tennessee
Back in the days when Sheriff Buford
Busted around things around there
Sheriff Buford Pusser
Was tryin to clean up McMary county Tennessee
From all them boot leggers that was bringin' crime and corruption
And illegal liquor into this little dry county
And for his troubles he got ambushed
And his wife was murdered and his house got blown up
And they made a movie about it called, "Walking tall"
This is the other side of that story

Well, they caught you smokin' grass
And the judge threw the book
And I saw a little opportunism in your look
You can take it from me, boy
Take it from a crook
We got friends on the inside
And friends on the outside
They'll sneak up beside you
So keep on their good side

I can see you standin' there
Starin' down at your shoes
Thinkin' 'bout your mom and dad
And wonderin' what to do
Well you best look inside yourself, boy
We're all watchin' you
We got friends in jail
Who can see you through
Boy, don't forget no matter what you do

Don't piss off the boys from Alabama
You know we won't let it slide
Well, they might find your body in the Tennessee river
Or they might not find it at all
And there'll be no place to run and hide
And your family ain't safe at all
So don't piss off the boys from Alabama
We're keepin' an eye on you
Were're keepin' an eye on you

Don't piss off the boys from Alabama
You better take it like a man
Ain't nobody gonna stick anythin' up your ass
If you remember who your friends are
We got good help down in Franklin county
They'll hunt you like a dog
You can take your fall or lose it all
The choice is up to you
I wouldn't piss off the boys from Alabama
If I was you
If I was you

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Family Reunion - Lyrics - The Mark, Tom And Travis Show (The Enema Strikes Back) (Live) - Blink 182

Title: Family Reunion
Album: The Mark, Tom And Travis Show (The Enema Strikes Back) (Live)
Artist: Blink 182
Composer(s): Tom Delonge, Mark Hoppus

Lyric:
Shit, piss, fuck cunt, cocksucker
Motherfucker, tits, fart, turd and twat
Shit, piss, fuck cunt, cocksucker
Motherfucker, tits, fart, turd and twat

Shit, piss, fuck cunt, cocksucker
Motherfucker, tits, fart, turd and twat
Shit, piss, fuck cunt, cocksucker
Motherfucker, tits, fart, turd and twat

I fucked your mom
And I wanna suck my dad
And my momma too
Oh, is this thing on?

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Madam Me - Lyrics - Maybe I'll Catch Fire - Alkaline Trio

Title: Madam Me
Album: Maybe I'll Catch Fire
Artist: Alkaline Trio
Composer(s): Daniel Michael Andriano, Derek R Grant, Matthew Thomas Skiba

Lyric:
The sunrise fills your eyes, cannot hear your cries
Pleading, "Please just go away, I can't take another day of this"
No surprise, a surplus of lies, freed from the skies
Is there something that I missed? Can't even take another day of this

Lower than piss, have you ever felt like this?
She can't recall the last time she avoided it
Lower than piss, have you ever felt like this?
Judging by your eyes like crystal balls
Madam Me is predicting that your answer will be yes

The sunrise burned out your eyes, failed to apologize
As it was eating at your face
Took your smile away without a trace of it
Warmer than piss, have you ever felt like this?

Just might take a fever to encounter it
Knee deep in shit, there's no avoiding it
From your knees, you're coated brown
To your toes there is no sound like this

And I will keep you warm in Hell
And I will keep you warm in Hell
And I will keep you warm in Hell
Way down in Hell

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Beautiful When You'Re Mad - Lyrics - Out Of Your Mouth

Title: Beautiful When You'Re Mad
Artist: Out Of Your Mouth
Composer(s): Gavin Brown, Jason Darr

Lyric:
Who said masochist?
Nothing with a closed fist
Just a little damage with the tongue
Kinky little dark side
Play a little hard to like

Just try to have a little fun
Stickin' it in stickin' it out motherfucker
Are you shittin' in your own back yard?
Why do I like it so hard?

You're beautiful when you're mad at me
I piss you off so I can see
The crazy way you yell and scream
You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me

Who said masochist?
Nothing with a closed fist
Just a little damage with the tongue
Kinky little dark side
Play a little hard to like

Just try to have a little fun
Stickin' it in stickin' it out motherfucker
Are you shittin' in your own back yard?
Why do I like it so hard?

What you want?
Don't come from me
What I expect is not reality
'Cause I am sick and honest

You may be hot, but you're jumping up
And down with a bitter little frown
And I am gonna turn you inside out

You're beautiful when you're mad at me
I piss you off so I can see
The crazy way you yell and scream
You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me

You're beautiful when you're mad
You're beautiful when you're mad at me
You're beautiful when you're mad
You're beautiful when you're mad at me

You're beautiful when you're mad at me
I piss you off so I can see
The crazy way you yell and scream
You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me

You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me
You're beautiful when you mad at me, at me

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Deadbeat Holiday - Lyrics - Warning - Green Day

Title: Deadbeat Holiday
Album: Warning
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
Wake up, the house is on fire
And the cat's caught in the dryer
Philosophy's a liar when
Your home is your headstone

Icon is the last chance for hope
When there's no such thing as heroes
Your faith lies in the ditch that
You dug yourself in

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are goin' down

Oh dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
On a noose over your home

Oh dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
But at least you're not alone

Christmas lights in the middle of August
Grudges come back to haunt us
Your oldest allies are your long lost enemies

Grounded in a duplex to find
That you're livin' on a landmine
Vacation hotspots is a cemetery drive

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay
When the lights are going down

Dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
On a noose over your home

Dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
But at least you're not alone
(All the day)
(Shall I start)

Last chance to piss it all away
Nothing but hell to pay when all you
Want to do, not to give up
(Give up)

Dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
On a noose over your home

Oh dead beat holiday get on your knees and pray
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
But at least you're not alone

Oh dead beat holiday celebrate your own decay
There's a vacant sign that's hangin' high
On a noose over your home all the day

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