Pissed Off - Lyrics - Mahogany Soul - Angie Stone

Title: Pissed Off
Album: Mahogany Soul
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Rufus Moore, Angie Stone, Eran Tabib, Stefanie Bolton

Lyric:
Uh, yeah, try to be cool
Tired feeling all that, you know what I'm sayin'?
Positive, you know what I'm sayin'?
Check it

So pissed off
Lookin' at life through the glass that you shattered
Little shit like love doesn't matter anymore
Baby, whassup?

Nigga, you so ticked off
Can't let up long enough to get over it
Brotha, can I live, can a sister live?
Goddamn

So pissed off
Lookin' at life through the glass that you shattered
Little shit like love doesn't matter anymore
Baby, whassup?

Nigga, you so ticked off
Can't let up long enough to get over it
Brotha, can I live, can a sister live?
Goddamn

I tried to find a tree
Where we could lay happily
In the shade gradually
There were things revealed to me

I can't even hold down a job
Tryna follow up and behind me
You're over-protective and you're jealous
Change when you're around the fellows

Every man I speak to, something's goin' on
Look at you, look at you
Running around like a damn fool
So busy accusing me when it's your insecurity

So pissed off
Lookin' at life through the glass that you shattered
Little shit like love doesn't matter anymore
Baby, whassup?

Nigga, you so ticked off
Can't let up long enough to get over it
Brotha, can I live, can a sister live?
Goddamn

You need an inner appeal
So your anger just relieve
I never meant to cause you pain
But it was there before I came

Makin' crazy accusations
Tracing all of my footsteps
Overreactin', got me packin'
Tryna get out before you get back in

Look at me, look at me
I can't allow you to live rent free
In my heart or in my head
Can't let you back in my bed

So pissed off
Lookin' at life through the glass that you shattered
Little shit like love doesn't matter anymore
Baby, whassup?

Nigga, you so ticked off
Can't let up long enough to get over it
Brotha, can I live, can a sister live?
Goddamn

So pissed off
Lookin' at life through the glass that you shattered
Little shit like love doesn't matter anymore
Baby, whassup?

Nigga, you so ticked off
Can't let up long enough to get over it
Brotha, can I live, can a sister live?
Goddamn

Baby, what's wrong with you?
What's got you so pissed off?
Can't get along with you
Love, I got to move on
Gotta get him outta my life

Can't let you go on with it
Now 'cause you pissin' me off
I don't wanna be stressed out
Gotta get my life
You know I gotta get my life

So pissed off
Lookin' at life through the glass that you shattered
Little shit like love doesn't matter anymore
Baby, whassup?

Nigga, you so ticked off
Can't let up long enough to get over it
Brotha, can I live, can a sister live?
Goddamn

So pissed off
Lookin' at life through the glass that you shattered
Little shit like love doesn't matter anymore
Baby, whassup?

Nigga, you so ticked off
Can't let up long enough to get over it
Brotha, can I live, can a sister live?
Goddamn

So pissed off
Lookin' at life through the glass that you shattered
Little shit like love doesn't matter anymore
Baby, whassup?

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Riotstarter - Lyrics - Soulfly

Title: Riotstarter
Artist: Soulfly
Composer(s): Max Cavalera

Lyric:
Zumbi e o senhor das guerras
Zumbi e o senhor das demandas
Quando Zumbi chega
E Zumbi quem manda

Zumbi e o senhor das guerras
Zumbi e o senhor das demandas
Quando Zumbi chega
E Zumbi quem manda

[Incomprehensible]
[Foreign Content]

I'm a riotstarter
Molotov's on fire
Flame is getting higher
Higher, higher, higher

Well, I'm the bullet holes
I'm the nailbomb
Sodom and Gomorrah
I'm in tribal war

I'm spitting on your grave
A face without a name
The killer and the prey
The song remains insane, insane

I'm the cop blaster
Fuel and disaster
I'm society's end
Yeah, you know my name

Pissed off and get the fuck out
Pissed off and get the fuck out
Pissed off and get the fuck out
Pissed off and get the fuck out

Pissed off and get the fuck out
Pissed off and get the fuck out
Pissed off and get the fuck out
Pissed off and get the fuck out, get the fuck out

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Apollo - Lyrics - Downward Is Heavenward - Hum

Title: Apollo
Album: Downward Is Heavenward
Artist: Hum
Composer(s): Jeffery Dimpsey, Tim Lash, Bryan St. Pere, Matt Talbott

Lyric:
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two

She said, you can find a space between my arms if you will stay
Like if we ignore the systems, they'll just blink out and quickly go away

She said," I'll keep all the signals that you send home to me
And I'll meet you back here on the ground"
It's lift off, lift off again, she's pissed off, pissed off again

Moonlight brings me back again this day
And I know if she had a way, I'd always be through
And tethered to a glass ring, she keeps beside the phone
And never ever stepping out into

Blankness and darkness like underneath the leaf
Have settled on me here and scraped away the sound

She said, you can find a place inside my heart if you will stay
And I need you back here on the ground
It's lift off, lift off again, she's pissed off, pissed off again

Moonlight brings me back again this day
And I know if she had a way, I'd always be through
And tethered to a glass ring, she keeps beside the phone
And never ever stepping out into

I'm thinking of a number between everything and two

And moonlight brings me back again this day
And I know if she had a way, I'd always be through
And tethered to a glass ring, she keeps beside the phone
And never ever stepping out into

And moonlight brings me back again this day
And I don't feel a thing here anymore
The strings of information slowing to a stop
The tether's end is slipping from its knot, I'm stretching out in two

I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
And it's molecules of you

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People Hate Me - Lyrics - Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls - Murderdolls

Title: People Hate Me
Album: Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls
Artist: Murderdolls
Composer(s): Nathan J Jordison, Joseph Poole

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Lyric:
I'm wretched I'm infested rejected and infected
I'm a loser I'm a winner a born again sinner
Cut my throat and watch me bleed addicted tragedy
And I hate you and you hate me
So stand in line motherfuckers don't waste my time

See me in the headlines
Manipulate your simple minds
So put your hands up and praise
I'm your God and you're my slave

And people hate me 'cause I'm better than you
And people hate me
And that's the motherfuckin' truth
People hate me and you can all fuck off
I'm perfect pissed off beautiful, I'm God

I'm a hooker I'm your priest
I'm you brand new disease
I'm Satan with distortion your overdue abortion
And now I'm singin' out of key the God of your TV
And all you children will worship me
So give me drugs your bitches and your S.T.D's

See me in the headlines
Manipulate your simple minds
So put your hands up and praise
I'm your God and you're my slave

And people hate me 'cause I'm better than you
And people hate me
And that's the motherfuckin' truth
People hate me and you can all fuck off
I'm perfect pissed off beautiful, I'm God

I'm wicked addicted middle finger double fisted
I'm neurotic drug induced and chemically abused
Cut my throat and watch me bleed addicted tragedy
And I hate you and you hate me
Wipe the snot on to my sleeve for I'm your new disease

See me in the headlines
Manipulate your simple minds
So put your hands up and praise
I'm your God

I'm homicide on parade
A bloody nose serenade
I'm a human hand grenade
I'll never rot and never go away

And people hate me 'cause I'm better than you
And people hate me
And that's the motherfuckin' truth
People hate me and you can all fuck off
I'm perfect pissed off beautiful, I'm God

And people hate me 'cause I'm better than you
And people hate me
And that's the motherfuckin' truth
People hate me and you can all fuck off
I'm perfect pissed off beautiful, I'm God

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Pissed Me Off Again - Lyrics - God Doesn't Care [ENHANCED] - Instruction

Title: Pissed Me Off Again
Album: God Doesn't Care [ENHANCED]
Artist: Instruction
Composer(s): Adam Marino, Tom Capone, Ti Kreck, Arthur John Shepherd

Lyric:
Pissed me off again, test my patience
You wish sentiments weren't contagious
Pissed me off again, so elated
Yes, you've made yourself overrated

Fate says it's hard to do
I'm harder than you

Here we go again, so I'm waiting
Wasted, obvious, lost and straying

Fate says it's hard to do
I'm harder than you

Fate says it's hard to do
I'm harder than you
I'm harder than you
I'm harder than you

'Cause I gave you too much time
Tell me what I said, 'cause I was wasted
But I hope you know that I'm still standing
I won't piss my standards away

Pissed me off again, test my patience
You got something to say, I don't care
Pissed me off again, pissed me off again
Pissed me off again, pissed me off again

Fate says it's hard to do
I'm harder than you

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Rockin' The Suburbs - Lyrics - Ben Folds

Title: Rockin' The Suburbs
Artist: Ben Folds
Composer(s): Ben Folds

Lyric:
Let me tell ya'll what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
It's a bitch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD, sham on

I got shit running through my brain
So intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains

I'm rocking the suburbs
Just like Michael Jackson did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that he was talented

I'm rocking the suburbs
I take the checks and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Mixes all my shitty tracks

I'm pissed off but I'm too polite
When people break in the Macdonald's line
Mom and dad you made me so uptight

I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight
I don't know how much I can take
Girl give me something I can break

I'm rocking the suburbs
Just like quiet riot did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that they were talented

I'm rocking the suburbs
I take the checks and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Mixes all my shitty tracks

In a haze these days
I pull up to the stoplight
I can feel that somethings not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me

With hate and bass
Sending dirty vibes my way
'Cause my great, great, great, great granddad
Made someone's great, great, great, great granddaddy slaves

It wasn't my idea, it wasn't my idea
It never was my idea
I just drove to the store
For some preparation h

Ya'll don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
Being male, middle class and white
Being male, middle class and white
Being male, middle class and white

It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
Fuck

Just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rocking the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rocking the suburbs

I take the checks and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Mixes all my shitty tracks these days

I'm rocking the suburbs
I'm rocking the suburbs
You'd better look out because
I'm gonna say fuck

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Rockin The Suburbs - Lyrics - Ben Folds Five

Title: Rockin The Suburbs
Artist: Ben Folds Five
Composer(s): Ben Folds

Lyric:
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
It's a bitch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD, sham on

I got shit running through my brain
So intense that I can't explain
All alone in my white boy pain
Shake your booty while the band complains

I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Michael Jackson did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented

I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the checks and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Mixes all my shitty tracks

I'm pissed off but I'm too polite
When people break in the McDonalds line
Mom and dad you made me so uptight
Gonna cuss on the mic tonight

I don't know how much I can take
Girl, give me somethin' I can break

I'm rockin' the suburbs
Just like Quiet Riot did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that they were talented

I'm rockin' the suburbs
I take the checks and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Mixes all my shitty tracks

In a haze these days
I pull up to the stoplight
I can feel that something's not right
I can feel that someone's blasting me

With hate and bass
Sending dirty vibes my way
'Cause my great great great great granddad
Made someone's great great great great granddaddy slaves

It wasn't my idea, it wasn't my idea, it never was my idea
I just drove to the store for some Preparation H

Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white

Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white
Y'all don't know what it's like
Being male, middle class and white

It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say
It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say, fuck!

Just like Jon Bon Jovi did
I'm rockin' the suburbs
Except that he was talented
I'm rockin' the suburbs

I take the checks and face the facts
That some producer with computers
Mixes all my shitty tracks these days
Yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' the suburbs
Yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' the suburbs, yeah, yeah

You'd better look out because I'm gonna say fuck!
You'd better look out because I'm gonna say fuck!
You'd better look out because I'm gonna say fuck!
You'd better look out because I'm gonna say fuck!

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American High - Lyrics - Hellalive - Machine Head

Title: American High
Album: Hellalive
Artist: Machine Head
Composer(s): Adam Duce, Robb Flynn, Dave Mcclain, Ahrue Luster

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Lyric:
Oh, my God
I fuckin' love it
Come on
Check it out

I was that kid sittin' over in the corner
Smiling with a shit-eating grin
And I was that kid smilin' in the back of class
'Cause I'm fryin' on mescaline

Well, I was that kid drinkin' 40's on the bleachers
Getting drunk after school
And gettin' home too late, fallin' on my face
Way too drunk to skate, actin' a fool
[Incomprehensible] actin' a fool

I was that kid never doing good at
Nothing except for maybe at P.E.
And I was that kid getting bullied by the Filipinos
Rollin' with ABT

Me and my friends reading the satanic bible
Thinking we should start a band
Cutting class to jam, cutting class to jam
In my dad's garage we learned to

Act a fool, don't need to be cool
Pissed off too and breaking the rules
Mama told me, stay in school
Don't rock 'n' roll but this was my American high

Check it out
I was that kid that was tryin' to fuck your girlfriend
Couldn't get a goddamn date
And I was that kid that was getting hella busted
For pissin' on the subway

I fuckin' hated school except for hanging out with my friends
The outcast that was startin' up a band
Fremont was the town, California-bound
Bay area sound, taught us to

Act a fool, don't need to be cool
Pissed off too and fucking the rules
Mama told me, stay in school
Don't rock 'n' roll but this was your American

Asteroids beat out homework
But [Incomprehensible] beat out Zeppelin
Not the sharpest noggin
That's why I'm in this band

And what you got against me
I don't need a new job
What you got against me
I'll get by on my own

Tellin' me I'm never getting by from my songs
I love it when you're proven wrong

Act a fool, don't need to be cool
Pissed off too and breaking the rules
Mama told me stay in school
Don't rock 'n' roll but this was my American

Act a fool, don't need to be cool
Break the rules 'cause this is your American high

Your American high

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Riot Girl - Lyrics - The Young And The Hopeless - Good Charlotte

Title: Riot Girl
Album: The Young And The Hopeless
Artist: Good Charlotte
Composer(s): Benjamin Combs, Joel Combs

Lyric:
She's got tattoos and piercings
She likes minor threat, she likes social distortion
My girl's, a hot girl
A hoodrat who needs an attitude adjustment

Christina, wouldn't wanna meet her
She hates you Britney, so you better run for cover
My girl's, a hot girl
A riot girl and she's angry at the world

Emergency, call 911
She's pissed off at everyone
Police, Rescue, FBI
She wants a riot, she wants a riot

And everywhere we go she gets us thrown out constantly
But that's okay
'Cause I know, I know, I know
My baby would do anything for me yea

Christina, wouldn't wanna meet her
She hates you Britney, so you better run for cover
My girl's, a hot girl
A riot girl and she's takin' on the world, I said

Emergency, call 911
She's pissed off at everyone
Police, Rescue, FBI
She wants a riot, she wants a riot
She wants a riot, she wants a riot

Aah aah aah
Don't you know that all I really want is you?
(Aah aah)
Gotta know that all I really want is you

Emergency, call 911
She's pissed off at everyone
Police, Rescue, FBI
She wants a riot, she wants a riot

Emergency, call 911
She wants a riot, she wants a riot
Police, Rescue, FBI
She wants a riot, she wants a riot

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Off The Record - Lyrics - My Morning Jacket

Title: Off The Record
Artist: My Morning Jacket
Composer(s): Jim James

Lyric:
Sorry 'bout the things that I had to say
And I'll make it up to you right now at the penny arcade
In an open car or wherever you are
Push yourself too far and it might get hot

Well, I really don't need the confusion
And you know, I just ain't the type
To get all wrapped up in the illusion
Of doin something that I know ain't right, right right

You've got to want to rearrange
And keep it off the record, off the record
You've got to know that we will change
And keep it off the record, off the record, come on

In a crowded room, near the box of boom
To an artificial tune, I see you swoon
Well, you knew all this would turn to mist
If your idea wasn't kissed, why're you so pissed?

Well, I know you don't need the confusion
And I know you just ain't the type
To get all wrapped up in the illusion
Of doing something that you know ain't right, right, right
Right, right, right, right, right

You've got to want to rearrange
And keep it off the record, off the record
You've got to know that we will change
And keep it off the record, off the record

You've got to want to rearrange
And keep it off the record, off the record
You've got to know that we will change
And keep it off the record, off the record, come on

[Inaudible]

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Let'S Just Get Naked - Lyrics - Joan Osborne

Title: Let'S Just Get Naked
Artist: Joan Osborne
Composer(s): Eric Bazilian, Joan Osborne

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Lyric:
I know what you're hidin' from me
You know what I'm hidin' from you
I know that you hurt me real bad
You know that I hurt you bad too

Let's just get naked
Just for a laugh
Let's just get naked
It's a trip and a half

Here comes that story again
All about that television show
Here comes my typical response
Won't you tell me something I don't know?

And I'm pissed off about bein' on cops
And you're pissed off about bein' a maid
And how long till they shut off the phone
Till the next time we get laid?

Let's just get naked
Just for a laugh
Let's just get naked
It's a trip and a half, trip and a half

We've been together so long
I hope it wasn't just the drugs
What happened to the energy we had
The morning glories and the rodeo hugs?

And I know you like the back of my hand
With a stamp that says,"I paid to get in"
And yes, I am your television show
And you're the nicest place I've ever been

Let's just get naked
Just for a laugh
Let's just get naked
It wouldn't be so bad

Let's just get naked
Just for a laugh
Let's just get naked
It's a trip and a half, trip and a half

Let's just get naked
Just for a laugh
Just for a laugh

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Useless - Lyrics - Buzzcocks

Title: Useless
Artist: Buzzcocks
Composer(s): Pete Shelley

Lyric:
Life's full of disappointments
Wonder where the good times went
Craving for recognition
Rather than accomplishment

Nobody cares what your name is
And it's gonna stay that way
Everything is off the record
Face it, there's nothing to say

Life's only temporary
And then you fuckin' die

It's a useless situation
Can't you see that I'm between
Patience and persuasion
Every single time

Mingling amongst the masses
That much would be enough
He used to be my rival
Quit when the going gets rough

I never witnessed the moment
When all you ever wanted was me
Understand, now the penny's dropped
Pissed off, bunny not happy

Don't want to think about it
It makes me fuckin' mad

It's a useless situation
Can't you see that I'm between
Patience and persuasion
Every single time

It's a useless situation
Can't you see that I'm between
Patience and persuasion
Every single time

I never witnessed the moment
When all you ever wanted was me
Understand, now the penny's dropped
Pissed off, bunny not happy

Life's only temporary
And then you fuckin' die

It's a useless situation
Can't you see that I'm between
Patience and persuasion
Every single time

It's a useless situation
Can't you see that I'm between
Patience and persuasion
Every single time

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Wcsr - Lyrics - Cocky - Kid Rock

Title: Wcsr
Album: Cocky
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Kenny Olson, Calvin Broadus

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Lyric:
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
All world class

Kid Rock, mother fucker, yo, I ain't no fag
I fuck bitches dry, I fuck 'em on the rag
Tag their toes, check 'em off my list
Hoes get fucked, they don't get kissed

A simplistic pimp getting much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
Just to show you how a real pimp works

Remove your shirt, show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas

Snoop Dog, I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog, I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog, I got the sex rhymes
All world class

It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your mama and your sister, bitch
I play hoes like a mother fucking football game
I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good y'all came

Y'all did y'all thing, worked a nigga front to back
In the Bill Clinton Presidential Cadillac
We smoked a sack, the bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain

I can't complain, shit it's all done with game
I've fucked so many hoes, I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that bitch, I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo mouth at

Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, you got the sex rhymes
Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes
My nigga

I'm on a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's and feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherfuckin' Clinton sittin' next to me

We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt

So, I stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet

Yeah, 30,000 mother fuckin' feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Shit we got the sex rhymes

Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
'Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this

Oh shit,, some gangster shit
All I need is a gangster bitch
If gangster shit is all I kick
I fucked with a black brown or a white chick

Bitch, you can act like you ain't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Lookin' for love, fuck love, it's too racists

Smoking it up in too many places
Busting a nut in too many bitches faces

Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up
You's a player, nope, I'm a flat out slut

Got what you came for, yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack

You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
Pissed off, pissed off

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed

Let's do it
Should we do it?
Can we do it?

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Last Call Casualty - Lyrics - A Hangover You Don't Deserve - Bowling For Soup

Title: Last Call Casualty
Album: A Hangover You Don't Deserve
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Jaret Ray Reddick, Butch Walker

Lyric:
You, you called me out
You said you're done with me
But I can't seem to remember anything at 3 a.m.
Am I that guy, the one that's happy hangin' with my friends
And five drinks in I'm in love again?

So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed and don't hang up
I know it's late but it's never too late to be
Another last call casualty

I can't remember what I said
But I swear I meant no harm
I tried to knock on your window
But I set off your alarm
And the days dragged on like a tail pipe band
The nights they ain't so long
And the taxi cab I'm riding in is blaring our favorite song again

So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed and don't hang up
I know its late but its never too late to be
Another last call casualty

I'm sorry a guy picked up the phone
My mind couldn't leave well enough alone
And after the seventh time he hit star sixty nine
He said if he finds me I'll be dead
But I'm already in my head
Since he's the one that's lying with you in your bed

So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed, don't hang up
I know its late but its never too late to be
Another last call casualty

So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed and don't hang up
(Another last call casualty)
I know its late but its never too late to be
(Another last call casualty)
(Another last call casualty)

So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed and don't hang up
(Another last call casualty)
So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed and don't hang up
(Another last call casualty)
So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed and don't hang up
(Another last call casualty)
So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed and don't hang up
(Another last call casualty)
So if I get drunk and call you up
Don't get pissed and don't hang up
(Another last call casualty)

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Clean Up Man - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Clean Up Man
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Byron O. Thomas

Lyric:
Spark it up make it happen, grab your piece
You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh, it's pure beef
Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there
Nothin' in between but air, bitch I don't play fair

I come through like an Amtrak, what'cha gone do?
Got a strap but it's on safety, mine ready to let loose
I hit'cha spot, niggas scatter, I ratta-tatta, whatever it don't matter
Hollows come out like blat-blatta

I gotta shop across town, applied it so they doomed
Soon as it hit Noon I'm blastin' off in the room
First thing flinch I go boom, with the sweeper, I sweep like a broom
Creep like the Grim Reaper leavin' everything wound

When the moon come out, that's when the snakes come out
The fakes go in, you got it, hide out in the drought
You leave a gat open I'm squeezin' it 'cuz I'm scopin', hopin'
I can catch a nigga with some birds just locin'

So I can uh-abuse the bitch
Misuse the bitch, refuse me then his family gone lose the bitch
I'm colder than ice, I'm smoother than sand
Baby Gangsta headbusta just a clean up man

On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast, I'ma clean up man
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man

B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in the dirt
Ride with Juvey, Lil' Wayne, and Turk
Puttin' faces on shirts, you know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass
Fifty shots, out each clip we blast

Full of that trash, out the St. T, we mash on the gas
Hangin' out the window, hit the heat
Apply pressure to yo head nigga
And little bullets take red from yo head nigga

Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga
But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga
It's all On U, if you got beef, would you freeze, ha nigga
Grab the ass kicker and hit the enemy block nigga

If you got beef would you squash it and eat it?
Make a nigga bleed or think it's cool and now you eatin' it?
If you got beef would you try to sleep on it?

If it's with me you ain't thinkin' cuz I'll creep homie
If you got beef better squeeze trigga nigga
Kill it no matter what even if it takes four beats nigga

On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast, I'ma clean up man
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast, 'ma clean up man
On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand
Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man

I come hard enough, ya feelin' me?
Fa shiggedy, bitch niggas gone get they wiggadys splitti, splitti
You done pissed these niggas off from Chopper City
In each and every K we tote, they got fifty

So bring it on however you wanna bring it on
Yo block explode like a bomb, I'm dangerous and armed
The B G did it, I live 'til I'm gone
I'ma H B and gotta get my shine on

So when the gangsta situation's starin' at you
Nigga look the other way or do what'cha gotta do
I'm quick to leave all the choices on you
Gotta trigga happy clique ask questions after they shoot

The people in blue can't even take the scene I leave
If ten niggas on the block, then ten niggas I leave
Now Frank Mignon got work for three weeks
That's how the U P T play it if we got beef

I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand
I ain't 'bout playin', call me the clean up man
Call me the clean up man, on dangerous grounds
With the K off in my hand

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Switch It Up - Lyrics - Liberation - Mya

Title: Switch It Up
Album: Liberation
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Marie Harrison

Lyric:
You think you know but you have no idea
(Hope you're ready)

You say you a gangsta, keep saying you a gangsta
Really think you a gangsta, don't you?
Think you can have your cake and eat it too
Sweety, that don't make you a gangsta
I'mma put it on you and I'm through
Watch me show you gangsta

Any other night I'll be rocking Sports Center T-shirt
Ponytail with my slippers
Probably callin' your phone asking when you coming home
Fed up with the lies and the slip ups

But tonight I'mma flip up
Something sexy on do you like a pimp does
Cooking dinner when my 4 inch grinds
Rockin' La Perla treat you like a king and spoil you

What you want
(I'll do it)
And what you need
(I'll prove it)
I'mma be your sweet thing just for the evening
(But don't get too used to it)

'Cause I'm coming to cut you off
This will be the last time I break you off
Bet you won't know that you lost a good thing 'til it's gone

Tonight I'll be your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up make you want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Boy I'm switchin', switchin' up

Any other time I will be pissed off
Maxin' out your cards, scratchin' up your car
From the back to the front actually
Scratchin' her name on the front door

But tonight I'll be Latisha
That chick that you had up in my Beemer
Everythin' you ain't see me
When you thought you had the G, tonight I'mma be her

Boy' what you want
(I'll do it)
What you need
(I'll prove it)
I'mma be your sweet thing just for the evenin'
But don't get too used to it

'Cause I'm coming to cut you off
This will be the last time I break you off
Bet you won't know you lost a good one when I'm gone

Tonight I'll be your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make your want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Boy, I'm switchin', switchin' up

No more crying'
(No more tryin')
I don't like it
(So I've decided)

I'mma leave you somethin'
So that you can remember me
Gon' be so sick of me
You'll be M Y A s feen

We gon' change
(So I)
Switch up my game
(And I)
Took a look in the mirror and said
Mya, you can't stay

Left a scent on your pillow
Torn pictures in the window
Keys to the 6 double O
Change the number to my cell phone
So you can't call me no more

Your waitress, your mistress
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Your sister, your doctor
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anything you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
But it ain't yours 'cause I'm switchin' up
Watch me switch it

Tonight I'll your waitress, your mistress
(Anythin' you need I'm at your service)
You're ready for me baby?
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up
Show you what's yours when I switch it up
Watch me switch it, switch it, switch

Lover, your mother
(Anythin' you need I'm at your service)
Temporary secretary
(Give it even though you don't deserve it)

I'll switch it up on you
Then I'll take it back from you
Boy, you're gonna be so sick for me

You said you was gangsta
Kept sayin' you was gangsta
Really thought you was gangsta
Now look at you

And now you cryin' at my driveway, knockin' on my door
Goin' crazy, can't reach me 'cause I switched my phone
Caught up with you, now you know better
Never ever mess with a gangasta

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What The F*** - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: What The F***
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Darryl Richardson Ii, Jonathan H Smith

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Lyric:
It's so groovy, nigga, ay, Lil' Jo
Hand me the beat, nigga, show these niggaz what it really is
BME click, it's goin' down tonight
This for everybody in the club you know
The street that wanna know what the fuck goin' on in dis bitch

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

Fuck the bullshit, beat that ass to the flo'
He twistin' an' he shakin' like a goddamn ho'
Don't run or bat me, always tryin' to attack me
Destroy your brain cells from the heads I be clappin'

I'll buck all day, I'll buck all night
Damn right, I beat ya ass in the goddamn fight
Don't stand so close, getcha damn nose broke
Tryna gimme dap when you see me, bitch, you ain't my folk

You be tryin' me, I'm a thug ass G
I'mma switch you sidewayz I'mma charge a post up fee
Thug straight trappin' 'til I get rich off this rappin'
I ain't got no friends, gotta watch who's heads I be snappin'

Flippin' an' flappin' at the mouth, yeah, it's off the chain
Spit pimpin' on a real bitch, just to get brain
What the fuck is you tryin' me for?
I ain't no bitch, I ain't no lame ho'

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
I beat the fuck out ya ass an' run ya bitch ass home
I'ma young thug nigga, I ain't no fuckin' joke
If I ain't no lame nigga, what the fuck you eyein' for?

Talkin' all that shit, bitch, take it outside
Pop ya 'bout 3 times, now ya turn clockwise
I ain't playin, I done been tried
Damn near took a life, used to call me Chuckie
'Coz I stabbed a man wit a knife

My life tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin' BME, leavin' hoes pussy wet
All I punch is niggas dawg, I don't fight no bitch
I gotta hoe in the car, that'll get up in this shit

I'm gone an' pissed off, my brains an' nerve lost
I carry my own coffee, you spill, you get tossed
An' last but not least, bitch, quit tryin' me
You ain't got no business mothafuckin' eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

Hataz dress to impress but they missed a spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity plot
But I gotta 380 waitin' so, keep ya eyes up off me
Keep ya eyes off my dick an' get ya own damn money

You bony mothafucka, getcha head split right open
I do it in the street an' leave ya neighborhood spoken
An' they hopin' that the mothafuckin' war is over
These lyrics so diverse that a click clack an' break ya shoulder

I done rolled up on the south side of the Av
If you keep lookin', I'ma bust ya ass in ya face
I ain't gon' bless, I'ma just make an example
All that unloyal shit gon getcha fuck ass toppled

When I cock back, my piece is gonna sound like, ?Bam?
Hit ya ass so hard, the fuckin' crowd say, ?Damn
You just got knocked the fuck out"
That's the way we do niggaz that's eyein' in the south

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga eyein' me, that nigga eyein' me
Fuck, nigga eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me

What the fuck is goin' on?
What the fuck is goin' on?
That nigga tryin' me, that nigga tryin' me
Fuck, nigga tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me

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My Dad'S Gone Crazy - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: My Dad'S Gone Crazy
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young, Theron Otis Feemster

Lyric:
Intro:
*Tuning Tv*
*Eminem Snortin Crack

Tv Presenter:
Hello boys and girls
Today we're gonna talk about father and daughter relationships
Do you have a daddy?
I'll bet you do
*Door opens*
who's your daddy?

Hailie:
Daddy, what're you doing?

Beat starts

Eminem:
Haha

Eminem & Hailie:
Ok then! everybody, listen up!

Eminem:
I'm goin to hell, who's comin' with me?

Hailie:
Somebody, please help him!
*giggle*
i think my dad gone crazy!

Verse #1:
There's no mountain i can't climb
There's no tower too high,
No plane that i can't learn how to fly
What do i gotta do to get through to you, destroy you
There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to
*Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound*
Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls
I cut 'em off, i got 'em pickled and bronzed in a glass jar
Inside of a hall, with my framed autograph,
Sunglasses with elton john's name, on my drag wall
I'm out the closet, i been lying my ass off
All this time, me and dre been fucking with hats off

Dr Dre:
Suck it marshall

Eminem:
Tell laura and her husband to back off
Before i push this motherfucking button and blast off
And launch one of these russians, and that's all
*Hailie Makes Explosion Sound*
Blow every fucking thing, except afghanistan on the map, off
We wanna stop, we wanna knock the crap off
*Knocking*
Haley, tell 'em baby

Haley:
My dad's lost it

Chorus:
Eminem:
There's really nothin' else to say ha, i can't explain it

Hailie:
I think my dad gone crazy!

Eminem:
A little help from hailie jade would, should tell them maybe

Hailie:
I think my dad gone crazy!

Eminem:
Theres nothing you could do to save it, could ever change me

Hailie:
I think my dad gone crazy!

Eminem:
There's noone on earth that can save me, not even halie

Hailie:
I think my dad gone crazy!

Verse 2:
It's like my mother always told me
*Eminem Impersinates His Mom*
Rnrnrnrnrnrrrr, n codeine n goddamit, you little motherfucker
If you aint got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin'
Er..
Fuck that shit, bitch, eat a motherfuckin' dick
Chew on a prick, and lick a million motherfuckin' cocks for second
I'd rather put out a motherfucking gospel record
I'd rather be a pussy-whipped bitch, eat pussy
And have pussy-lips glued to my face with a clit-ring in my nose
Then quit bringin my flos, quit giving me my ammo
Can't you see why i'm so mean? if y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my ammo
I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie mo
Catch a homo by his toe, man i don't know no more
Am i the only fuckin one who's normal any more?

Hailey:
Dad

Chorus

Verse #3:
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise
And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
So what you're seeing is a genius at work
Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first,
Cuz when i speak, it's tongue in cheek
I'd gank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back as vanilla ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung
Like r kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on
More pain inside o' my brain, in the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane
Aimed at the world trade, standin' on ronny's grave,
Screaming at the sky, the clouds gather as clyde mathers and bonnie jade
And nash briddy musta just stop it
Parents are pissed, but the kids love it
Nine millimeter, heater's desk, and two-seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, i wouldn't let hailie listen to me neither

Chorus

Outro:
Eminem:
Crazy

Hailie:
*laughs*
You're funny daddy!

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Asshole - Lyrics - No Cure For Cancer - Dennis Leary

Title: Asshole
Album: No Cure For Cancer
Artist: Dennis Leary
Composer(s): Denis Leary, Chris Phillips

Lyric:
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
The way our American hearts beat down
In the bottom of our chests

About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
Maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys
Maybe even in the colon, we don't know

I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job
I'm your average white suburbanite slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table and a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just ain't enough
To keep a man like me interested
(Oh no)
No way
No, I've gotta go out and have fun
At someone else's expense
(Oh yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane
While people behind me are going insane

I'm an asshole
(He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(He's an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and piss on the seat
I walk around in the summertime saying
"How about this heat?"

I'm an asshole
(He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(He's the world's biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces

I'm an asshole
(He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(He's a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong

Nah!

I'm an asshole
(He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(He's the world's biggest asshole)

You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible
Hot pink with whaleskin hub caps and all leather cow interior
And big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah!

And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115 mph
Getting one mile per gallon, sucking down
Quarter pounder cheese burgers from McDonald's
In the old-fashioned non-biodegradable Styrofoam containers

And when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers
I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
And then I'm gonna toss the Styrofoam container
Right out the side and there ain't a goddamned thing
Anybody can do about it, you know why?
Because we got the bombs, that's why

Two words, nuclear fucking weapons, okay
Russia, Germany, Romania
They can have all the democracy they want
They can have a big democracy cake-walk right through the middle
Of Tienanmen square and it won't make a lick of difference
Because we've got the bombs, okay

John Wayne's not dead, he's frozen
And as soon as we find the cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out
The duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off
You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower?
Well multiple that by 15 million times, that's how pissed off
The Duke's gonna be
I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes

(Hey)
And Lee Marvin
(Hey)
And Sam Peckinpah
(Hey)
And a case of Whiskey and drive down to Texas
(Hey, you know you really are an asshole)
Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song, pal

I'm an asshole
(He's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(He's the world's biggest asshole)

A S S H O L E
Everybody
A S S H O L E

I'm an asshole and proud of it

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