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And yo whatever comes up comes out,
We don't put our hands over our mouth.

And whatever comes up comes out,
We don't put our hands over our mouth.

Whatever comes up comes out...
Please mister Bass-man lay it on me.


Hey! Yo, Dependin' on the day, and dependin' on what I ate,
I'm anywhere from 20 to 35 pounds over weight.

I got red eyes and one of them's lazy
and they both squint when the sun shines so I look crazy.

I'm albino man, I know I'm pink and pale,
And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails.

I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right.

Face tight, shiny, I stay up and write late nights.

My wardrobe is jeans and faded shirts -
A mixture of what I like, and what I wear to work.

I'm not mean and got a neck full of razor bumps.

I'm not the classic profile of what the ladies want.

You might think I'm depressed as can be,
But when I look in the mirror I see sexy-ass me.

And if that's somethin' that you cant respect then that's peace.

My life's better without you actually!
To everyone out there, who's a little different,
I say damn a magazine, these are gods fingerprints.

You can call me ugly, but cant take nothing from me.

I am what I am, doctor, you ain't gotta love me.


[Spoken]
If you would please turn in your bible
To beauty tips according to Forest Whitiker
In the third chapter of the third line
Brother Ali would you please read to the choir for me son

[Sung 3X]
I'm-a be all right, you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't
gotta love me)
And I'm-a be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta love me)

Forest Whitiker, y'all.

Southern man
better keep your head
Don't forget
what your good book said
Southern change
gonna come at last
Now your crosses
are burning fast
Southern man

I saw cotton
and I saw black
Tall white mansions
and little shacks.
Southern man
when will you
pay them back?
I heard screamin'
and bullwhips cracking
How long? How long?

Southern man
better keep your head
Don't forget
what your good book said
Southern change
gonna come at last
Now your crosses
are burning fast
Southern man

Lily Belle,
your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man
comin' round
Swear by God
I'm gonna cut him down!
I heard screamin'
and bullwhips cracking
How long? How long?

I like chicken,
I like liver,
Meow Mix, Meow Mix
Please deliver

"Hot Dogs, Armor Hotdogs, what kinds of kid like Armor Hotdogs? Fat kids, Skinny kids, kids who climb on rocks. Tough kids, sissy kids, even kids with chicken pox love Hotdogs, Armor Hotdogs. The dogs kids love to bite."

Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer wiener
That is what I truly want to be
'Cause if I were an Oscar Mayer wiener
Everyone would be in love with me.

My bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R
My bologna has a second name, it's M-A-Y-E-R
Oh, I love to eat it every day, and if you ask me why, I'll say,
"'Cause Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A."

Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun.

There's a midget cashier at the McDonalds that I occasionally visit on the way home and she sang that song when she heard my say, "I've never had a Big Mac."

lucky

The other side of the platinum door
another day in quicksand
Still feel close to nowhere
I hope this is the right way

How come you see me as an enemy?
We just think in different words

I see beauty in dead flowers
I let the tide show me what's next
But all you do is fade away

There's no shame in being the fool
I've been to places you'll never find
The empty plate that you call home
Won't bring glimmer to future years

By myself, staring into space
You're just bored of the silence it makes

There comes a time in every mans life
when he grows hair where it used to be bare

I know you're feeling weird, but you should be happy
You don't have a vagina, that would be crappy
Because periods suck (and commas rule!)
This is Sex Education, not grammar, fool!

Chorus:
When she gives you affection, you better wear protection
That skank might have an infection, are you paying close attention?
In Sex Ed, remember what you read
Just forget what the others have said
get it through your head, use your brain before you go to bed

And it takes only one sperm cell to make a baby,
And if you think they are cute, then you must be crazy
Babies suck because they barf and poo and cry
They have the ability to pee in your eye
(OH MY GOD IT BURNS!)

And did we mention
The risk of getting STDs
Not just gross hookers have it
Even Dennis Rodman could get a bit
You don't know who Dennis Rodman is?
Well maybe you should watch more basketball
Wait a second this is not about sports
Quick fact! You can't get girls when you're wearing these shorts

Chorus:
When she gives you affection, you better wear protection
That skank might have an infection, are you paying close attention?
In Sex Ed, remember what you read
Just forget what the others have said
get it through your head, use your brain before you go to bed

Your body is growing
You will get hairy
Your puny voice will start to change
And your no-no place will feel a bit strange
Your pits will stink
You'll get zits on your face
Without this knowledge you will scare girls away
So listen to this song every day

That video made me laugh, but god, I can't stand death metal bands that rhyme their lyrics. Holy F*CK.




In my town where the system sleeps
Nobody gives a damn
It's up to you how to hide or flee
Their hunger never ends
Hateful design builds the structure divine
A territory cold as ice
An endless empire with cynic desire
Born of a broken spell

[Chorus:]
Feeling like a guttersnipe standing in line
Deciding his lifestyle by rolling the dice
One will stand another will fall down
Find your way out from the constant lack [2X]

You gotta get yourself a picture of what is going on
Cause their lips are sealed now
Their honesty never to be found
Hateful design builds the structure divine
A territory cold as ice
An endless empire with cynic desire
Born of a broken spell

Your pride is just a symbol
another hidden excuse
for being such a savior
distorting your sick self abuse

Jedi Mind Tricks - The Philosophy of Horror


[Vinnie Paz]
I was Albert Eiensteins mind, I was Italy's fine wine
I was working with God when he defined time
I was there when the guns first let off
There when they cut King Charles head off
There when the CIA battled the crack
And the tradgedy and triumph of Jeranamo Pratt
Punch a HOMOSEXUAL til his nose bleed heavy
Dead'em all then I escape in green chevy
I merk your wisdom, spit a dart at you to hurt your vision
Put you in the worst position in a turkish prison
Yeah... and my intention is to waste y'all
And cover your body with stitches like a baseball
I F*CKING lace y'all with the word of the sword
And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord
You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees
Just another HOMOSEXUAL dead in his army fatigues

[Vinnie Paz]
F*CK ya crucifix, your religion and its uselessness
Your propaganda is more wickeder than luciphers
Islamic scientists predicted the computer chips
I spit a rap at you to rock you like Medusa's lips
You F*CKING goons are sick, and y'all can see that
and y'all are my sons like Ebrahim and Eshak
So lets take a walk through the trivest town
I'm the diven science of the light and the sound
I'm the sublime giant with the right to the crown
I'm the divine tyrant and I'm striking you down
So I teach my kin to attack the beast
For trying to hide me from the 4th book of Makavis
You wack MC's catch a hook to the head
Cause y'all don't know about the tibetan book of the dead
You don't know about anything that's important
About the dead sea scrolls found in Jordan
About the way that you conduct yourself in Satan's wratch
But I don't F*CK with you, you walking down the pagan's path

[Vinnie Paz]
I'm a swordsmen, the apocolypse horsemen
What makes me smile is another's misfortune
I like to see your body in flames scorchin'
I like to see a part of your brain auctioned
I like to see inside of your main organs
I like to see inside of your veins pourin'
I find beauty in another's pain
I find beauty in the spirit of god but I don't F*CKIN' change
I find serenity in torture
My thoughts are too pure for the human mind to author
Its called God Consciousness
Its a level beyond the gods marred thoughtlessness
I stay ready for the combat
While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at..
I stay ready for the combat
While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at

JUST GOTTA THROW THIS OUT THERE


{Refrain
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

{Refrain

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

{Refrain
No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)

Ever since I was a young boy,
I've played the silver ball.
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall...
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball !

He stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean.
He plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball !

He's a pinball wizard
There has got to be a twist.
A pinball wizard,
S'got such a supple wrist.

'How do you think he does it? I don't know!
What makes him so good?'

He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those buzzers and bells,
Don't see lights a flashin'
Plays by sense of smell.
Always has a replay,
'n' never tilts at all...
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball.

I thought I was
The Bally table king.
But I just handed
My pinball crown to him.

Even my favorite table
He can beat my best.
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
He's got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall...
That deaf dumb and blind kind
Sure plays a mean pinball.

I love you now, Mike.

You too, Pinwa.

Something you should know about Dont Stop Believing Lyrics

Title: Journey - Dont Stop Believing lyrics

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Don't Stop Believin'
- Journey

Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere

A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

{Refrain}
Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Paying anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

{Refrain}

Don't stop believing
Hold on to that feeling
Streetlight people

Atmosphere - Sep Seven Game Show Theme


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The following program contains explicit lyrics, and we the producers stay defiantly behind the views expressed in the following program

All right all you players and player haters, once again its time for the sep sev game show
Recorded live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota, this is the game where we make the average player a star. Now, if you’ll join me, let’s give it up for the host of the sep sev game show, that’s right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev…

Yo, yo, yo, F*CK the money, everyone on the floor drop
I want all the food in the bag, and I ain’t tryin to hear that soar talk
Stole the dinner and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a three-way
Sound track recorded here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like ambrosia
Disinfects pen holders
Yo let’s hold our breath and show your chest, if you’re proud of it
And wake me back to safety if you see me falling out of it
Under a full moon, the color [of mind is a mucous]?
See your in the distance, the images riveting
Given the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me tight like a kite string

All right, let’s hear it for contestant number one
What’s your name sir?

Yo, MC famous, the killer

Okay Mr. anus driller, you want to play the next round for a new lexus with matching socks? Or air on the horny Miami based video, or do you just want to take the phony looking 50 dollar bills and run with money?

Yo, I want the sex man, just give chicks man, just, just let me touch em man!

Now what If I spent, my whole day (???), on getting bent, and now I can’t afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your back door, or hit up super America for the cash drawer, fast forward
I should be honest, cuz even my outer conscience, knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people waking up from sleeping, keeping me from retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories, used to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I became a cynic, but your sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute.
The planets in my head now rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my circumference
And I function
Like I don’t give a F*CK if you grasp it
Resent the bitch that don’t
And cast it under the masses; I asked is that right?
I answered does it matter?
I was glancing at how you fancy the passion, bastard
How fast you scale the ladder to jump
I’d rather just flunk than gather your junk (yo dog, you should blast that punk)

Alright, this next round our contestant is gonna have to slam a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a 40 of malt liquor, smoking blunt, loaded gun and sell records to 14 year olds all over the country. And the first one of you genocidal fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins.

Wins what!?

Mr. Announcer tell them what they’ll win!

They’ll win respect, lot’s and lot’s of props!

Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, Sippin kamekazi
Shoulda called mommy when you saw me pull up in [??]
The rest of you’re life’s a flashback when I jump out that hatchback
Here’s your tape, give me my cash back
I’m on tracks, and that’s that, in fact that’s all you need
Either take some kind of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed
How’s your scene?
And how’s that rental running?
And how’s the weed selling?
And how’s the demo coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit your lips
Stick this in your mouth to cleanse it
The F*CKIN prop is too expensive
Make’s me want to end it, repent kid
My advice is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers
That way when your bitch does your laundry, she won’t tell her moms about the stains created when I skated across that flat service you refer to as lyrical endowment
That content, that conscience, run down to that ……..??