Put Your Hand In The Hand - Lyrics - Loretta Lynn

Title: Put Your Hand In The Hand
Artist: Loretta Lynn
Composer(s): Gene Maclellan

Lyric:
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself and you can look at the others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

Every time I look into the Holy Book, I wanna tremble
When I read about the part where a carpenter cleared the temple
For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellers
Than what I confess to be
And it causes me shame to know I'm not the gal that I should be

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself and you can look at the others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

Mama taught me how to pray before I reached the age of seven
And when I'm down on my knees, that's when I'm close to heaven
Daddy lived his life for eight kids and wife, you do what you must do
But he showed me enough of what it takes to get you through

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself and you can look at the others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself and you can look at the others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself and you can look at the others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

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Put Your Hand In The Hand - Lyrics - I Believe: The Gospel Masters - Elvis Presley

Title: Put Your Hand In The Hand
Album: I Believe: The Gospel Masters
Artist: Elvis Presley
Composer(s): Gene Maclellan

Lyric:
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee

My momma taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven
When I'm down on my knees
That's when I'm closest to Heaven
Daddy lived his life, two kids and a wife
Well you do what you must do
But he showed me enough of what it takes
To get me through, oh yeah

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee oh yeah

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee oh yeah

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee oh yeah

Put your hand in the hand
Of the man from Galilee, oh yeah
Put your hand in the hand
Of the man from Galilee, oh yeah

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Hand Clap - Lyrics - 5150 Ratchet - Hurricane Chris

Title: Hand Clap
Album: 5150 Ratchet
Artist: Hurricane Chris
Composer(s): T Stewart, Earl G Williams, Christopher Dooley, Steve E Morgan

Lyric:
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on floor

Let me get me get that hand clap, let me get that hand clap, clap
They pull me out the club 'coz I ain't know how to act
But I ain't really trippin', we finna sneak through the back
And I got some like a grenade for them haters who wanna jack

Here we go meet up my clique, yeah, I'm shinnin' like a light
I get them diamonds on my wrist, let me get a hand clap, hand clap
Lil' momma breath stank, so, I told her bad back
And payin' me some water, so, I can roll harder
Slam on the hater like my name Vince Carter

They lookin' at me crazy 'coz I bounce around the club
And I keep clappin' my hands like I'm tryin' to kill a bug
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Ain't nobody in the club finna like me
Plus I gotta G-G-Gorillas in black tees
Make the whole club clap like it some kind of disease

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on the floor

Well, I hope you ain't tired of clappin' your hands
'Cos we just got in the club
I spent 75 dollars on this shirt just for the club
Hell naw, I ain't leaving
Let's hit the VIP with them chicks and get freaky

Lil' momma don't believe me
I showed her, I showed her, I beat it out the frame
I told her I'm a beast and lil' momma I'm Hurricane
And now, 50 want 50 status shinin' on haters
Jumpin', stompin', hangin', clappin', knockin' over the tables

In da club, we get ratted 'til we fight
Yeah, I'm stuntin' in his face 'coz I got a big bank
Like big bank, hang 'coz my money don't fold
Open up and blind them with a mouth full of gold

Let me get a hand clap if you got that hollaback
And now I'm out my mind, I think I need to be slapped
Let me get a hand clap if you got that hollaback
And now I'm out my mind, I think I need to be slapped
Like that

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on floor

Now, drop that beat, turn it up
That's too loud, mayne, turn it down
Now, turn it back up, put your hands up and make em' clap
'Coz now we yawnin', if you wake
We make your hand clap, just stay at home

You got a pocket full of money, huh, oh, that's wazzup
Let me catch you by the bathroom
You gone get snuck, I rock that E A S E C G
I'm Hurricane and I'm S O U T H S I D E, it's what I claim

And let me see you put your arm up and Rick James
I get to clappin' my hand like I'm finna going insane
Lil' momma wanna marry me, just give me some brain
I'm gripping, gripping the grain, let me see you Rick James

One for the, one for the money, two for the show
All y'all haters better slow your roll
Or you ain't gotta chill, I can make you chill at the backstop
Security wont trip they'll think I'm doing the hand clap

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on the floor

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Legit - Neva Bite - Lyrics - B

Title: Legit - Neva Bite
Artist: B
Composer(s): Brandt Jones, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Yeah, now this is here is somethin'
That you never ever in life do you know

It goes down in my click the dogs they all simmer
At the same time , ninety-six to the hard top brandy wine
Gettin' mine in a big fashion
A eleven pounds in the back of the Volvo wagon

Money long like the perm on the superbad
And hella fools in the game all what you had
Mail, the brew, it got me evil with the six
So I'm ridin' with my peepers

I'm on the block and the new booties don't know me
Comin' through buyin' fifty sacks from the homie
I'm on the cony, mug got 'em in suspense
Peace sign 'cause they peep my gauge on the fence

Common sense if you niggas had a little of it
And didn't know me, your ass in the middle of it
You understand that I'm the man that'll bleed ya
Never bite the hand that feed ya

Now you see, some of you niggas is in it for the glory
And not for the story
Never bit the hand that feed ya
So we gone hang out these nuts and teach you new bucks how to
Never bite the hand that feed ya

And at the same time crease your brain with a heavy start to this game
Never bit the hand that feed ya
'Cause shit don't quit, we know the poplockin' mix seventeen for the twix
Never bit the hand that feed ya

It's for the scrilla, love to count the notes
Me and my folks landcruise to the boat then we all smoke
Vegas, on the sega we choppin' game
And they tell me fool talkin' bad on my name

Claim he the one that made a nigga all his paper
And if you quit than it ain't no B-legit
Heard the shit and I was quik to cut his ass off
Shit it did it first time that you took a loss

But I didn't matter fact, I let you breathe
But you ain't nathen but a trick up a nigga sleeve
I charge a high price, I said, "The shit was ice"
Candy clean but I sold you a dream

And than you think I'm the one to get over on
Don't let me catch you comin' in and out a nigga's zone
'Cause I'ma buck ya, fuck ya, I don't need ya
Never bite the hand that feed ya

You lame motherfucker
Boy don't you know I got enough blow to make it snow
Never bite the hand that feed ya
'Cause Snowwhite is the flavor they save up here neighbour
Never bite the hand that feed ya

So don't you driwwle that swiwwle round here, nigga
Never bite the hand that feed ya
And if ya thinkin' about breathin' I'ma keep feedin' and uh
Never bit the hand that feed ya

Now I done been around the world once or twice
In every state I done seem to escape vice
Knock bitches and peel the head of a drum
And baby girl got a ass just like her mama

And what would it take to get your ass out to Cali
Where niggas knock dubs off in the alley
A plane ticket, roundtrip to the bay
A rental car and a cool ass place to stay

Now where you lay, I consider that my under spot
So don't tell a soul 'cause I don't want it hot
The first year she got she was out makin' friends
And when she really need to be out makin' endz

A close folk, shit got cut short
So get your thangs, bitch you headed for the airport
And it's a shame I ain't even get a chance to spread ya
But you bit the hand that fed ya

Bitch, how many niggas on my team can get ate
For a trip to the golden state
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Hoe, it could be kosher, as long as my mail is in motion
Never bite the hand that feed ya

This ain't true to there so beware
'Cause I'ma run ya till ya pay ya fare
Never bite the hand thad feed ya
And if you can't find yourself or lose yourself on the next thang
Never bite the hand that feed ya

'Cause I'ma keep my composure and stay high on this dohja
Never bite the hand that feed ya
Ain't no sweat of my back cause the tramp played her self like a batch
Never bite the hand that feed ya

And if you think I I'ma show you what a mack look like
Never bite the hand that feed ya
'Cause in [Incomprehensible] by my side ready to ride
Never bite the hand that feed ya

[Incomprehensible]
Never bite the hand that feed ya
[Incomprehensible]
Never bite the hand that feed ya
[Incomprehensible]

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Put Your Hand In The Hand - Lyrics - Dave Dudley

Title: Put Your Hand In The Hand
Artist: Dave Dudley
Composer(s): Gene Maclellan

Lyric:
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself, then you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

Every time I look in the Holy Book I wanna tremble
When I read the part where a carpenter cleared the temple
For the buyers and the sellers were no different fellers
Than what I profess to be
And it causes me to shame to know I'm not the man I should be

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself, then you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

Mama taught me how to pray before I reached the age of seven
And when I'm down on my knees that's when I'm close to heaven
Daddy lived his life, two kids and wife, you do what you must do
He showed me enough of what it takes just to get me through

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the waters
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself, then you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

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Put Your Hand In The Hand - Lyrics - Joan Baez

Title: Put Your Hand In The Hand
Artist: Joan Baez
Composer(s): Gene Maclellan

Lyric:
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man
From a Galilee

Every time I look into the holy book
I wanna tremble
When I read about the part where
A carpenter cleared the temple

For the buyers and the sellers where no different fellas
Than what I profess to be
And it causes me pain to know that
I'm not the gal that I should be

Mama taught me how to pray before
I reached the age of seven
And when I'm down on my knees
That's a when I'm close to heaven

Daddy lived his life with two kids and a wife
You do what you must do
But he showed me enough of what
It takes to get you through

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea

Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
By puttin' your hand in the hand of the man
From a Galilee
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From a Galilee

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Close... But - Lyrics - Echobelly

Title: Close... But
Artist: Echobelly
Composer(s): Stephen F. (Fain) Earle

Lyric:
About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store when I was thirteen
Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen

l asked if I could have one someday when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up
Really blew up, I didn't understand
Mama said,"The pistol is the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Mama said,"The pistol
Is the devil's right hand

My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoot as fast as lightnin' but it loads a mite slow
Loads a mite slow and soon I found out
It can get you into trouble but it can't get you out

So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45
Called a Peacemaker but I never knew why
Never knew why, I didn't understand
Mama said, "The pistol is the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Mama said, "The pistol
Is the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Mama said, "The pistol
Is the devil's right hand"

Well I get into a card game in a company town
Caught a miner cheating, I shot the dog down
Shot the dog down, I watched the man fall
Never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw

The trial was in the morning and they [Incomprehensible] me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, "Not guilty" I said
"Not guilty", I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Mama said,"The pistol
Is the devil's right hand"

The devil's right hand
The devil's right hand
Nothing touched the trigger
But the devil's right hand

My Mama said,"The pistol
Is the devil's right hand"

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Palm Of Your Hand - Lyrics - Buzzcocks

Title: Palm Of Your Hand
Artist: Buzzcocks
Composer(s): Pete Shelley

Lyric:
It's not so strange you know to feel like this
I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
I've made up my mind as a bull sees red
To get my tail wagged must I sit up and beg

And if you want to brush up on technique
You can read all about it in the book that I found
When the spirit is willing the flesh won't be weak
There's little more to it than just jerking around
I'm hungry for the most perfect of needs
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

It's not so strange you know to feel like this
I thought of you I knew that you'd understand
I think it's time you know we did more than kiss
Ever fallen in love with the palm of your hand
It's practically safe not much risk of disease
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand

My temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes the kind that relieves

You've got the instruments of pleasure at the end of your sleeves
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand, palm of your hand
The palm of your hand, at the palm of your hand

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Right Hand Man - Lyrics - Relish - Joan Osborne

Title: Right Hand Man
Album: Relish
Artist: Joan Osborne
Composer(s): Eric Bazilian, Rick Chertoff, Rob Hyman, Joan Osborne, D Van Vilet

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Lyric:
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse

I walk into the street
The air's so cool
I'm wired and I'm tired
And I'm grinnin' like a fool

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for my, my

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
If he can't fix it, I don't know who can

The sinsemilla salesman
And the cops on the block
They know what I been doin'
They see the way I walk

I wonder what they see now
I wonder what they do
To feel somebody want them
The way I'm wanting you

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for, to really be

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
Use me up if you think you can

I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin' for a couch
And I've been on a couch lookin' for a bed
Lookin' for a bed, lookin' for my

My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"

Say, "My right hand, my right hand man"
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, ooh oh

My, my, my, my, my, my
If he can't fix it, gonna find a boy who can

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Take Me By The Hand - Lyrics - Peter Frampton

Title: Take Me By The Hand
Artist: Peter Frampton
Composer(s): Peter Frampton

Lyric:
Side by side on an empty porch
Late at night, watch the moonlight fly
Glass of wine, ooh that'll do just fine
Only one thing left to do and then she said

"Take me by the hand and love me through
Take me like I am, take me by the hand
And love me through, wake me by the sand
You take me to, take me baby
Take me by the hand and love me too"

Touches my heart, when I hear this song
Takes me back to your world
Now I'm here on a beach with you
Only one thing on my mind and then she said

"Take me by the hand and love me through
Take me like I am, take me by the hand
And love me through, baby, wake me by the sand
You take me to, take me, take me like I am
Take me by the hand and love me too"

Shooting star, I don't know where you are
New place in time, I came back, I was born again
I can see you, talk to me and then she said

"Take me by the hand and love me through
Take me like I am, take me by the hand
And love me through, wake me by the sand
You take me to, take me, take me
Take me by the hand and love me too"

She said, "Take me by the hand and love me through
Take me like I am, take me by the hand
And love me through, love me through
Wake me by the sand
You take me to, take, take, take me
Take me by the hand and love me too"

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Lickin' The Gun - Lyrics - Bruce Dickinson

Title: Lickin' The Gun
Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers

Lyric:
It laid this gun suckin'
Lickin' the gun, yeah

Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun

Suck

Senator husband going for broke
Gotta prove I'm not a joke
We smoked the stuff in '69
Now it's different, it's a crime

Kid's today don't understand
Kid's today need a guiding hand
Sticker if it rhymes with truck
When the law should slide, guess I'll duck

Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun

Watch religion come and go
Watch corruption on their shows
Buy your silence, money for blood
Out of the ark and into the flood

Crazy men with Russian guns
My words never killed anyone
Kissing baby's, lickin' the gun
Ain't political, havin' fun

Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun

Lick it, suck, suck
Lick it, suck, suck

Eat it up lay down and die
They'll shoot you up and they don't know why
Their doing a job and they enjoy it too
Their protecting us from me and you

We smoked the stuff in '69
Now it's different, it's a crime
I don't care to wait and see
If I'm cool enough to make history

Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun

Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun
Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you
Lickin' the gun, finger lickin' fun

Lick that gun, lick that, lick that
Lick that gun, yeah
Lick that gun, gonna lick it up
Lick it on, lick that gun, yeah

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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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Devil'S Right Hand - Lyrics - Johnny Cash

Title: Devil'S Right Hand
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Stephen F. (Fain) Earle

Lyric:
Well, about the time my daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store, when I was thirteen
Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen

l asked, if I could have one when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs and she really blew up
She really blew up and I didn't understand
Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand

She really blew up and I didn't understand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
The Devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand

My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoot as fast as lightnin' but it loads a might slow
It loads a mite slow and I soon found out
It can get you into trouble but it can't get you out

Then I went and bought myself a Colt 45
Called a peacemaker but I didn't know why
I never knew why and I didn't understand
'Cause Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand

I never knew why, I didn't understand
Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama said, the pistol is the devil's right hand

I got into a card game in a company town
Caught a miner cheating and I shot the dog down
Shot the dog down, watched the dog fall
Never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw

The trial was in the mornin' and they drug me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, not guilty I said
Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand

Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand

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Picture Show - Lyrics - Me'Shell Ndegéocello

Title: Picture Show
Artist: Me'Shell Ndegéocello
Composer(s): Me'Shell Johnson

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Lyric:
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand

A hopeless romantic, that's what I've been called
So don't talk 'bout love 'cause I'll fall
Moved by the way you walk, talk, the color of your eyes
Want to hug and kiss you when you walk by

The way you eat your cereal, it's so cute
Reading Shakespeare in your birthday suit
I'm just a hopeless romantic
Hopelessly in love with you

I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand

In my script there's a love scene, picture it
Candles with warm apple cider
[Incomprehensible] on the radio
Oh, caress your funky dreads in the candle's glow

Whisper in my ear
'Cause I'm in the mood for love
I'm just a hopeless romantic
Hopelessly in love with you

Kiss and hug you, baby
Kiss and hug you, baby
I wanna be with you
Wanna hold your hand, hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand, take you to a picture show
I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand, I wanna hold your hand
Sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show, yeah
And when you sit next, baby, I can hold your hand, baby
Yo, we can hang out, baby, at the picture show

Little talk in the back of the picture show
Hanging in the back in the dark of the picture show
We can look back, baby
And I'll kiss you here, kiss you there
And kiss you here, kiss you there

Even in the dark, baby, oh
You kiss all over my neck, baby
You are sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show
Sitting in the back in the dark of the picture show

Sitting in the back in the dark of the picture show
You can lean back, baby
Sitting in the dark in the back of the picture show

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* Hold My Hand - Lyrics - The Best Of Hootie & The Blowfish 1993-2003 - Hootie &Amp; The Blowfish

Title: * Hold My Hand
Album: The Best Of Hootie & The Blowfish 1993-2003
Artist: Hootie &Amp; The Blowfish
Composer(s): Bryan Rucker Felber Sonefiel

Lyric:
With a little love and some tenderness
We'll walk upon the water
We'll rise above the mess

With a little peace and some harmony
We'll take the world together
We'll take them by the hand

'Cause I've got a hand for you, oh
'Cause I wanna run with you

Yesterday, I saw you standing there
Your head was down, your eyes were red
No comb had touched your hair

I said, "Get up, and let me see you smile
We'll take a walk together
Walk the road awhile" 'Cause

'Cause I've got a hand for you
I've got a hand for you
'Cause I wanna run with you
Won't you let me run with you? Yeah

Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I'll take you to a place where you can be
Hold my hand
Anything you wanna be because
I wanna love you the best that
The best that I can

See I was wasted, and I was wasting time
'Til I thought about your problems
I thought about your crimes

Then I stood up, and then I screamed aloud
"I don't wanna be part of your problems
Don't wanna be part of your crowd, no"

'Cause I've got a hand for you
I've got a hand for you
'Cause I wanna run with you
Won't you let me run with you?

Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I'll take you to the promised land
Hold my hand
Maybe we can't change the world but
I wanna love you the best that
The best that I can, yeah

[Incomprehensible]
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I'll take you to a place where you can be
Hold my hand
Anything you wanna be because

I oh no, no, no, no, no
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I'll take you to the promised land
Hold my hand
Maybe we can't change the world but
I wanna love you the best that
The best that I can
Oh, best that I can

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Bite The Hand That Bleeds - Lyrics - Archetype - Fear Factory

Title: Bite The Hand That Bleeds
Album: Archetype
Artist: Fear Factory
Composer(s): Burton C Bell, Christian Olde Wolbers, Raymond Herrera

Lyric:
I watch you tap the blood in my vein
My heart you feed on to keep you sustained
A parasite that leaves me cold and drained

I'm in shock and you leave me paralyzed
And the saddest part I realize
The absence of truth behind your eyes

I feel you tapping my soul from my vein
I feel you tapping again on my vein
I feel my life slipping away

One more drop of blood I spill
One more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds

I see you have two faces turning
Change your face to keep me guessing
You have mastered the art of deceiving
(Deceiving, deceiving, deceiving)

Now, I know, no one trusts you
Now, I know, not even you do
And I think your salt in my wounds

Now, I know, no one trusts you
Now, I know, no one trusts you
Now, I know, your salt in my wounds

One more drop of blood I spill
One more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds

Bite the hand that bleeds you
Bite the hand that bleeds you
Bite the hand that bleeds you
Bite the hand that bleeds you

One more drop of blood I spill
One more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds

Bite the hand that bleeds you
Bite the hand that bleeds you
Bite the hand that bleeds you
Bite the hand that bleeds you
You, you

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Save Him - Lyrics - Holly - Justin Nozuka

Title: Save Him
Album: Holly
Artist: Justin Nozuka
Composer(s): Justin Nozuka

Lyric:
Yeah, she loves him more, he loves her more
Seems like they never let each other go
Laughing and kissing, it's a match made in Heaven

Behind the rings on their fingers
Imprints the ink deep in the inner
That have stained their souls together now
Staying soul mates forever now

Seems like they've made it to the other side
Where the grass is greener
And the sky is always blue
And it goes on forever and ever
But there is only room for two

Deep at night, I'm awakened from my dreams
Next door, yelling, cries, mercy, she is begging, "Please
Don't end my life, you're all I need"
And a, "Darling, I would never leave, never leave"

And then she prayed on her knees
She said "Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on"

Darker clouds cover her paradise
She covers her eyes and hides
Behind enemy lines
And she walks through the night
With her child in her arms
She's come back, hostage

You see twenty years ago
When she was just ten years old
Lost in imagination, she was left alone
And Pops had nothing to let his anger on
Oh, he beat her cold, yes he did
He beat her cold

She used to pray on her knees
She said "Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on"

Deep at night, I'm awaken from my dreams
Next door, yelling, cries, mercy, she's begging, "Please"
Begging, "Please," begging, "Please"
"Get up, get up," he brings her to her feet
And smacks her down
'Till she falls to the ground

Oh, and over and over again
He brings her to her feet 'til she can no longer stand
Oh, and still the beating never ends
On and on and on he goes, until he brings out a gun
And says to her, "Stop crying and bring me my son"

She cries harder and harder
He cries harder and harder
She says, "Baby, please don't, don't do this"
Oh, two shots to her chest and a blow to his own head
Oh, she quickly loses breath and then rushes to the bed

And baby cries, he cries his eyes out
"Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on
Save him, save him from the hand that he beats me on"

She loves him more, he loves her more
Seems like they never let each other go
Laughing and kissing, it's a match made in Heaven

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The King Will Return - Lyrics - Europe

Title: The King Will Return
Artist: Europe
Composer(s): Joey Tempest

Lyric:
They were attacked by surprise
In the middle of the night
They didn't stand a single chance
A single chance to fight

After the battle they gathered around the king
They had never seen that man so sad
I'm riding out to get those men
Who hurt my people bad, so bad

The king will return with gold in his hand
The castle will burn in the enemy land
The king will return with gold in his hand
The castle will burn in the enemy land
Woah, he will save our people

When two springs had passed
A messenger came down the track
He said that he had heard great news
The king is coming back

Oh, the time he was gone
They suffered bad in misery
They didn't know the way
Everyone was shouting, save our kingdom now

The king will return with gold in his hand
The castle will burn in the enemy land
The king will return with gold in his hand
The castle will burn in the enemy land
Woah, he will save our people

They suffered bad in pain
The time he was away
But maybe now they could survive
Now they could survive

When the king came down the hill
To his people and his lands
There were many tears that touched the ground
Made marks in the sand

Yes, now they could start all over again
And live in peace throughout the time
Everyone was shouting
When the king came down the hill

The king is returning with gold in his hand
The castle is burning in the enemy land
The king is returning with gold in his hand, ooh baby
The castle is burning in the enemy land

Yeah, the king is returning with gold in his hand
The castle is burning in the enemy land
The king is returning with gold in his hand
The castle is burning in the enemy land

The king is returning with gold in his hand
The castle is burning in the enemy land
The king is returning with gold in his hand
The castle is burning in the enemy land

The king is returning with gold in his hand

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The Hand That Rocks The Cradle - Lyrics - Cross Purposes - Black Sabbath

Title: The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
Album: Cross Purposes
Artist: Black Sabbath
Composer(s): Terry Butler, Tony Iommi, Tony Martin

Lyric:
Young life, too young
Who's eyes are choking
Can't rest, can't sleep
For dreams that set you falling

Don't feel the hunger
Can't drink no holy water
No light in these eyes
No place for dreams at all tonight

When the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that holds the knife
And the knife that cuts the cable
Is the spark that feeds the life

No grave could be deep enough
Down to hell if we were able
The veil of life was pushed aside
By the hand that rocks the cradle

The oath you take is sacred
To save not steal the life
Like the ending of the sweetest soul
That looked through human eyes

No grave could be deep enough
Down to hell if we were able
The veil of life was pushed aside
By the hand that rocks the cradle, yeah

Young life, too young
Who's eyes are choking
Can't rest, can't sleep
For dreams that set you falling

Don't feel the hunger
Can't drink no holy water
No light in these eyes
No place for dreams at all tonight

Death, yeah, ooh yeah

It's the hand that rocks the cradle
It's the hand that steals the life
It's the hand that rocks the cradle
It's the hand that steals the life

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The Hand Of Death - Lyrics - Holy Moses

Title: The Hand Of Death
Artist: Holy Moses
Composer(s): Sabina Classen, Andreas Classen

Lyric:
I will stand inside my hell
Take the hand of death
I don't care what they think
Don't they know about?

I need you in my blood
Crack the liar's eyes
I have no choice to stay again
Before my candles burn it out

Yes, I am
I say I am
Yes, I am
The hand of death

Close my eyes to feel the touch
For my inner rush
Stand in fire [Incomprehensible]
And it makes me go

I believe in my fate
So take the hand of death
I can see that you will die
I keep my candles burning

Yes, I am
I say I am
Yes, I am
Yes, I am

Yes, I am
I say I am
Yes, I am
The hand of death

[Incomprehensible] won't get away without
What the hell? What the hell?

Yes, I am, take my time
I say I am in my time
Here I am for my hell
The hand of death [Incomprehensible]

The mighty emperor
Ruler of the dark domain
I don't care how you act
You will lose your own respect

Let you fall into my hands
Press you now back down
I am Satan's angel
My candles never burn it out

Yes, I am
I say I am
Here I am
The hand of death

Yes, I am
I say I am
Here I am
The hand of death

The hand of death
The hand of death
The hand of death
...

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