Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth - Lyrics - The Golden Age Of Grotesque - Marilyn Manson

Title: Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth
Album: The Golden Age Of Grotesque
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): John Lowery, Brian Hugh Warner

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Lyric:
Come on, come on, come on, come on

I am overground and outselling it, since God thinks I don't exist
The beatings happen per minute
This is not blue collar white corrective politics
I'm on a hate American style kick

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

I'm on a campaign for pain
And when I get elected
I'll wipe the white off your house
The smile off your face

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to even be myself

I said "No this isn't your song, we can't all get along
It's too hard to hold hands when your hand's a fist"
My hate pop won't ever stop, I'm fucking glad we're different
This is my hate American style hit

Don't bring it
Don't sing it
Use your fist and not your mouth

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to even be myself

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Pass It On - Lyrics - Forever Everlasting - Everlast

Title: Pass It On
Album: Forever Everlasting
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): B Bashir, Everlast Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, we've have the Everlast in the house tonight
I think they got something they want to say

I'm here to uplift, I don't bug, I don't drift
Away from my subjects, not even if my
Music stops or my beat is gone
I'm just here to express myself and pass it on

Speak much words of wisdom, Everlast has to jism
So sit back, relax, kick up your feet and listen to E
'Cause that's me no others can be, half as fine
I'll blow your mind, with the M I C

Get off the tip quick, boy you're making me sick
No other brother could be as smart as my man Kool Nick
Understand, he's my man with the plan
We come to parties with the possies, just to gain some fans

The posse is strong, the lines are long
People flocking to my shows just to hear a song like this
It's not a diss, it's a mouth full of bliss
Throw your hands in the air and blow me a kiss from the crowd

'Cause I'm proud, I'll say my name loud
Everlast pounds songs like a thunderin' cloud
It's not rock and roll, it's hip hop music
It's got a lot of soul if you learn how to use it

Well, I'm here to tell suckers, go to hell
Others tried to take me down, there the ones who fell
Ignorence, was then there for
Take it a little at a time, don't go for it all at once

'Cause that's just stupid, it don't make cents
Just relax and move your body don't look so tense
I'm not here to diss nobody, I'm just having some fun
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one so pass it on

With the forty in my fist, brakin' out my list
Of all the suckers I'm out to diss
There's none to match me, or ever catch me
Off my guard so they can scratch me

Off the MC All-Star Team
Everlast is number one, that means I reign supreme
'Cause there ain't no others, listen up brother
Just 'cause I'm white don't mean that I'm another sucker

On the microphone, frontin' and fakin'
Not Mexican, Asian, Black, or Jamaican
Just a sensation made to be Caucasian
Get ready brothers, here comes an invasion

Don't try to stop it, you got a rhyme, drop it
You might detect that respects my topic
I won't rush you, but I'll discuss it
Go ahead and pop your shot if you think you can bust it

Bit I'ma go on, I'm gonna talk some more
I guarantee you won't be bored if you get on the floor
And go for yours, say that you did it
Get up get out your seats get on the floor and get with it

And listen to the rhyme I like to call mine
I rehearsed every verse and soon you will find
Not one mistake so don't try to brake
Or talk about takin' out my dope rhymes I make just pass 'em on

You're going wild for my flowing style
I don't stutter, I utter words, versatile
I'm entertaining with my brain, and always wearing a smile
I don't front, I don't fake, I run the whole mile

You clap 'cause I snap like a Crocodile
Whether I'm on the stage or in my domicile
I'm not feelin', I'ma smokin' tell you I'm no joke
You schemin' for my lyrics 'cause you know they're dope

Don't give me no no more wap, pour me glass of Rosae
I say soul to your health, and then I blow you away
Now said Simon on the Pieman, just rhymin' from my highway
The ones on the ladder, success I'm climbin'

Fierce like a lion, keepin' ducks tame
Murderin' into bits of MC's till none remain
Whose getting dumb, I'm number one shinin' like the sun
With a mic and my host and I'm on the run

Gunnin' down M.C.s and writin' on the wall
I gotta show down if you got the balls
Commence is my defense 'cause you makin' me tense
I make a lot a dollars but I make more cents so pass it on

Pass it on, pass it down the line
I can throw with the best, I go rhyme for rhyme
With that something claimin' talent
Thinkin' they got something
But what you don't realize is Everlast is number one

'Cause Everlast is on a superior level
Go ahead and laugh, call me a devil
I won't care, yeah, my skin is fair
But I fill it rhyme for rhyme anytime or where with you

Or any part of your crew and when I finish, you'll diminish
Take a sip of my brew and step off
Clear my throat with a cough and bust a move
To show 'em prove that I'm hard not soft

And with my DJ Bilal my beat will be furnish
You'll find with my rhyme your mind will be nourished
With wisdom and knowledge, yeah, I went to college
And if you get dissed, I won't apologize

'Cause that's not part of my rise, and I go on and on I go to any length
Just to show you when I throw my rhymes on the strength
I like to see the crowd moving when I come on
I'm trying to get my message across and pass it on

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Everybody'S Crazy - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Everybody'S Crazy
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Nasir Jones, Dana Stinson

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Lyric:
Peace
Peace, yo

Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided by angels with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful

Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor
More knowledge than Webster dictionary
Obituary column plus sign 'em

The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers

But they small as a shanty in a African village
Soft as cotton candy we assassins
Let the shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familiar
You screaming like you love war

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting

'Cause now instead of coke rhymes it's laying
No analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper times is changing
Niggaz get flashier, houses more plusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger

Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
I'm light years far your mouth get all white
When I'm near you, I frighten your heart

I want you to watch me notice stare look closer
Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it
You older than most dudes although Nas
Did you and your whole crew, but

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, I know where niggaz sleep
It's too many schemes too many plots
War plus money and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up

Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
Not me, I'm not ready, I'm low but I be watching
We all connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up

Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block what
Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
Peep niggaz that got prices on their head so high

Their own my will take the contract surprise
So we play a mental game, intimidation
Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggaz would step up wait for the day and

Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe
I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face
Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

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Mystikal Fever - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: Mystikal Fever
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Roosevelt Harrell, Michael Tyler

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Lyric:
Humph, come on

It's the nigga that get hard than starch in your fuckin' creases
Rip it to pieces
Slicin' and dicin' and icin' em' right with the mic I use
That's as clean as a wild teacher
Eyes stay tight when they fade
To watch swarm bleedin'
From out the freeza'
Can't you see 'em?
Jesus!

Big tittie Tina Boppas out she catchin' Mystikal Fever
Ol' you'll be sayin' you ain't takin' no shit this time
Nigga me neither
You could leave nigga fuck we don't need you
Rapper, killer , loaded, beat
Swivel, shark, butchers meat
A lot of you niggas believe in walkin' a thin line
But when I get through with cha' all I be hearin' is, aaw

Of all maps and adages knocking off hats
Y'all know
Act a ass
But don't call me that
Fix your fuckin' shirt
Tie your fuckin' shoe strangs
Jive and Mystikal comin' up in the bull dagger

Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever
These niggas know
These niggas know when it's Mystikal season

Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever
These niggas know
These niggas know when it's Mystikal's Fever

Keep my mutherfuckin' fist balled up
Case a motherfucker tryin' to start somethin'
Takin' Ginseng got yo lil'dick hard makin' it harder
Think you gon' jump in the ring
And go pound for pound with the knockout king?
No shit like that gon' happen 'cause them
Niggas down here ain't gon' fuck wit' what I bring
You heard the the motherfuckin' door open

You heard that ar, you know that's me
If it was a wrestlin' match
You'll be on your back like one-two-three
Come off the top ropes leave you knocked out
With your mouth open
And they gon' have to take yo ass home
And leave you in a hot tub and soak
Bar banga' and if you don't want swang

Wit' a mic I tell you nigga
I'm wild ass a gorilla on chain
Time to flow wit a natural-born go getter
This for my Hustlas to Ballas, gangstas and Cap Pilla's

Hustlas to Ballas
Gangstas and Cap Pilla's
Hustlas and gangstas
Gangstas and Cap Pilla's
Hustlas to Ballas
Gangstas and Cap Pilla's

Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever
These niggas know
These niggas know when it's Mystikal season

Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever
These niggas know
These niggas know when it's Mystikal Fever

I'll go pound for pound wit' the knuckle coffin motherfucker
Rush 'em and touch 'em
Then stand over his ass and screamin' I told you not to start nothin'
I'ma damage you
You ain't got the stamina
Half the talent to match, to dance wit' the Tarantula
When I'ma chargin' at cha
Niggas be tryin' to copy cat

Wanna jump on the mic and do what I do but can't keep up
Ain't no thankin'
That shit's gon' change
'Cause when I drop off Mystikal sound a likes
Gone have to get the fuck off
Crackin' they glasses
Smashin' they records
Smash and catchin' they ass all day and tackle they ass

Tell 'em all settle shop down
Close for show
Put it down like 1990 M.C. Hammer
I hope

Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever
These niggas know
These niggas know when it's Mystikal season

Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever
These niggas know
These niggas know when it's Mystikal Fever

Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever
These niggas know
These niggas know when it's Mystikal season

Big tittie bitches catchin'
Big tittie bitches catchin' Mystikal Fever
These niggas know
These niggas know when it's Mystikal Fever

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Stop Calling - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Stop Calling
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Ty Fyffe, Camron Giles

Lyric:
Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her, "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks
Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like, "Get the fuck off me bitch"

If she front, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers

Get wise kid, open your eyelids 'cause that last abortion
That was my kid, that's right but that I ain't followin'
If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swallowin'
But once in a while I dive in it, that car you bought
I be drivin' it, head while I'm drivin' it

Said you like to lay up dog and play footsies
She need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies

She said you gotta get drunk and I could fuck her better sober
You get twenty grams and think you fuckin' Erick Sosa
You better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton
Lie, cheat and smoke, you got her still sittin'

Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna pounce her in
She gas you up, "I love you, I swear to God we'll go to counselin'"
I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty
Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa

'Cause you a motherfuckin' rest haven
I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest achin' 'cause I'm very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
Any extra kid, an extra check every month

She givin' Jimmy head, Jeulz in her guts
Dog, you fell in love wit a slut, what

Aiyyo, what's up with my girl, that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my life, that's my wife I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, oh God

Aiyyo, what's up with my girl, that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my live, that's my wife, I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, she a slut, she a freak

Aiyoo, you gonna call me back right?
Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, Gruff, tell us more about his fuckin' ho

Aiyoo, me and Cam caught her, on Camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O
Tell you about ya ho, she's a bitch
Came right between her lips

You thinkin' I'm frontin', she got a birth mark between her tits
And money, please stop callin' niggaz, phones harassin'
She come home, don't wanna fuck, we boned her back in
You's a creep and all do is use your freak

And when we done, we send her home for you to keep
You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat
Aiyoo, you actin' like you gonna die over pussy
I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy

Yo, she greet me on GP, you buyin' the pussy
Breathin' hard on the other line, dyin' to push me
Crime, crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime
Laughin' at the bitch on Primetime

Me and Killa for reala, all of the sudden you wanna be a gorilla
Nigga please, I'm quick to put three in a nigga
You ain't nothin' but a sucka for love
She got you thinkin' it's love, hit her on the sink, in the tub

A little head crack, while a nigga drinkin' a bub
You be surprised what ya bitch could do
She did shit to us, she never did to you
That ho, mad psychical, cheesy bitch

Yo, give me the motherfuckin' phone nigga
This stupid ass nigga comin' around here
Dialin' my number, how the fuck he get the
Listen nigga, ya bitch ain't shit anyway

Her pussy no quality and how the fuck you gonna
Motherfuckin' take this ho to the hotel?
She ain't nothin' but backseat, backshots
You talkin' about, "Oh I wanna soak ya feet, baby
I had a long day, I wanna make you feel right"

She just got finished soakin' my dick in her mouth nigga
You put time in this ho, oh, let me take her out Benihama's
Oh, let me get some from Dolce and Gabanna

Motherfucker, I don't even know ya ho
She fucked me off my man deal
Fuck is wrong with you nigga?
You runnin' around tryin' get her some shit

I left this dick in this bitch
All my niggaz got ya ho, you talkin' 'bout
She tellin' me, you talkin' about
It just slide right in right now

You know why? Because big dicks up in her nigga
Fuck you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her

Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no
Not ya dick, ya whole fist
I turned around, my pop's dick in her mouth
What's goin' on with this bitch?

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