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Errybody know the cat like a dope meme I got em' buzzing off the crack like a dope fiend They saw em' come up with a Mac yeah I'm so Steve Nowadays bitches tryna crack got 'em ODing Like how them hoes want to get it with L They know it's cold enough to charge like a letterman sale If they gon' stand behind the bars I'm in federal jail I'm going far like a general mail On that note I got the fellas saying what up, the tape what up The same motha****er playing with his steak cut up I'm great, shut up, the flowing no debate just us I'm out of shape but I'm straight to **** Yeah you know I got a chicken in the condo I was sick of getting off beat she a bongo Now she playing with the hard D being Rondo Drunk and go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow How I'm'a do? I got your ex coming next like a W do I gotta flex, I'm the best, now I'm being direct I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess 'Cause they as real when they rap as a Chias a pet They old news stocks plummet! Men's leg hair they ain't cut it! Forget about your era, Pat Summitt Finesse writtens I wanna get a hundred bitches and **** with the spitting Religous like a couple of post-marital Christians I've been official, Dick Bevetta a living You better dig it like you bitches got a mill in the ditch I'm killing this shit I been kicking like a villainous ninja My shit is gripping when I run it how the **** I be slippin I be intimate with them hoes, she never flummoxed I take chick p and smash, I call it hummus And I be funny with this shit, I'm just playing But still nobody ****ing with the kid I'm just saying Ah! Got a chicken parm on the date it seem But I don't even know the broad, she just grating the cheese I don't even got a job I just blaze and free But still they give a boy bands, 98 degrees So come **** with me I got a couple hundred bitches doing drugs with me And I got a couple dozen bitches tryna hug Dicky And I got a couple bitches who be steady ****ing me Hey, that's a good ass life Only thing I got left find a good ass wife But yo I gotta hit these hoes first, don't tell Mom But in a year I'm'a bend over Michelle Obama Bruh you know I gotta do it while I'm hot I'm tryna get blue in most states like Barack I'm tryna show a boo the last name of the Rock And put her on D till we O, J Watt I never hit the scene when I do I'm high and wasted I'm ****ing with them jeans love them bitches high waisted I run around your team, you a player but I'm Naismith And I Command V, while you copy I just paste it, face it Hotel got 'em puffing on the L, going harder than some hell You ain't knew it If everybody had to tell the truth and you had to pick a dude Spitting better than your dude: can't do it |
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Guns N' Roses See you've caught me in a coma And I don't think I want to Ever come back to this World again Kinda like it in a coma 'Cause no one's ever gonna Oh make me come back to this World again Now I feel as if I'm floating away I can't feel the pressure And I like it this way But my body's calling, my body's calling Want me to come back to this World again Suspended deep in a sea of black I got the light at the end I got the bones on the mast Well, I've gone sailing, I've gone sailing I could leave so easily My friends are calling back to me I said yeah, They're leaving it all up to me when All I needed was clarity And someone to tell me what the **** is going on Goddammit Slippin' farther and farther away It's a miracle how long we can stay In a world our minds created In a world that's full of shit Please understand me I'm climbin' through the wreckage Of all my twisted dreams And this cheap investigation Just can't stifle all my screams And I'm waiting At the crossroads Waiting for you Waiting for you Where are you No one's gonna bother me anymore No one's gonna mess with my head no more I can't understand what all the fightin's for But it's so nice here down off the shore I wish you could see this Cause there's nothing to see It's peaceful here and its fine with me Not like the world where I used to live I never really wanted to live... Zap him again... Zap the son of a bitch again Live your life like it's a coma Won't you tell me why we'd want to With all the reasons you give It's kinda hard to believe But who am I to tell you that I've seen any reason Why you should stay Maybe we'd be better off without you anyway I got a one way ticket on your last chance ride Got a one way ticket to your suicide Got a one way ticket and there's no way out alive And all this crass communication that has left you in the cold Isn't much for consolation when you feel so weak and old But if home is where the heart is Then there's stories to be told No, you don't need a doctor No one else can heal your soul Got your mind in submission Got your life on the line But nobody pulled the trigger They just stepped aside They'll be down by the water While you watch 'em wavin' goodbye They'll be callin' in the morning They'll be hanging on the phone They'll be waitin' for an answer But you know nobody's home And when the bells stop ringing It was nobody's fault but your own There were always ample warning There were always subtle signs And you would have seen them coming But we gave you too much time And when you said that no one's listening Why'd your best friend drop a dime Sometimes we get so tired of waiting for a Way to spend our time And it's so easy to be social It's so easy to be cool Yeah, its easy to get hungry When you ain't got shit to lose And I wish that I could help you With what you hope to find But I'm still out here waiting Watching reruns of my life When you reach the point of breaking Know it's gonna take some time To heal those broken memories That another man would need Just to survive Songwriters: CH BRODER ROLAND, MARKUS EDELMANN, ROLAND CH BRODER, THOMAS VETTERLI © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. For non-commercial use only. Data from: LyricFind
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Really hard to find lyrics better than this. Warning: video shows tits and ass not safe for work It's uncensored so if you do watch it at work you must be the boss. Take It Off KISS Well my mind is gettin' dirty yeah around eleven thirty, uh huh I wanna watch some asses shakin' to the noise the boys are makin', uh huh Ooh, so I hop into my car, hit the local titty bar, uh huh Cause that's my kind of situation when I need some perspiration, uh huh I do my one-step shoppin' for the girl of my dreams Cause I can always be sure that she's as good as she seems Take it off, give it to me Take it off, like you'd do me I wanna see what's inside, 'cause you got nothin' to hide Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, drive me crazy You know you make me so hot, I wanna see what you got Take it off, yeah! Wave your panties in the air, lick your lips and shake your hair, uh huh Ooh, when you spread a little oil, yeah, my blood begins to boil, uh huh Yeah, it's so hard to choose, when you all look so fine But I got nothin' to lose but my money and my mind Take it off, give it to me Take it off, like you'd do me I wanna see what's inside, 'cause you got nothin' to hide Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, drive me crazy Ooh, take it off, drive me crazy You know you make me so hot, I wanna see what you got Take it off, yeah! Take it off! Ooh, move your sweet body closer (I want to be alone with you) Yeah, come on and be my fantasy (there's so much you and I could do) Oh, you're so near I can taste you (you're teasin' me, yeah you're pleasin' me) (Ahh) I know you're dancin' just for me, just for me, just for me Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, drive me crazy You know you make me so hot, I wanna see what you got Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, give it to me Take it off, like you'd do me Girl, you got nothin' to hide, now lemme see what's inside Take it off! Take it, take it, take it off! Yeah! Songwriters: ROBERT A. EZRIN, PAUL STANLEY, ROBERT WILLIAM ATHIS © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC For non-commercial use only. Data from: LyricFind
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[Intro: Frogg]
Woah, uh get your hands in the air And get to clapping 'em and, like, back and forth Because this is what you thought it wasn't It be's the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O the double G And check out my man, he goes by the name of um, er… [Verse 1: Eminem] Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm an M-80, you little like that Kim lady I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin' at you playas worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the mother****er you bit your style from You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, **** it, while we coming out in the open I'm doing acid, crack, smack, coke and smoking dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi, Marshall!) I have a disease, and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet ‘Cause I'm coming up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm coming out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin You getting knocked the **** out like Mike Tyson The proof is in the pudding, just ask DeShaun Holton I'll slit your mother****ing throat worse than Ron Goldman [Hook: Eminem] So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming, "**** the world" like 2Pac I just don't give a **** Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a **** So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a **** But see me on the street and duck ‘Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ‘Cause I just don't give a **** [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone I'm everlasting, I melt vanilla ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's 20 below freezin' Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is lyrical combat, gentlemen; hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady; Eminem was the old initials (bye bye!) Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion Pathological liar, blowing shit out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumping your dead body inside of a ****ing trash can With more holes than an afghan [Hook: Eminem] So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming "**** the world" like 2Pac I just don't give a **** Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a **** So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a **** But see me on the street and duck ‘Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ‘Cause I just don't give a **** [Verse 3: Eminem] Somebody let me out this limousine! I'm a caged demon On stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend Shooting up while this record is spinnin' Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion **** droppin' a jewel, I'm flippin' a sacred treasure I'll bite your mother****in' style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of nagging bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush Doing too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in 8th grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke, I'm no comedian Too many mental problems Got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again I'm going up over the curb, driving on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in [Hook: Eminem] So when you see me on your block with two Glocks Screaming, "**** the world" like 2Pac I just don't give a **** Talking that shit behind my back Dirty macking, telling your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a **** So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a **** But see me on the street and duck ‘Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ‘Cause I just don't give a **** [Outro: Eminem] Shit, **** everybody! Outsidaz, Pacewon, Young Zee (**** the entire world!) DU Marty reference wins
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"Survival Of The Fittest"
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin? That old real shit.. [Prodigy] There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from You could run but you can't hide forever from these, streets, that we done took You walkin witcha head down scared to look You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town It's similar to Vietnam Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control They better have the riot gear ready Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady by the mac one-double, I touch you and leave you with not much to go home wit My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a ****a depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef You will soon be killed, put us together It's like mixin vodka and milk I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act I'm fallin and I can't turn back or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death My goal's to stay alive Survival of the fit only the strong survive [Chorus: Mobb Deep] Yo, yo We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die (we livin this til the day that we die) Survival of the fit only the strong survive (survival of the fit only the strong..) [Havoc] I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that As long as fiends smoke crack I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system ****az usin fake names to get out quick My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that ****ed me up God But shit happens for a reason You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult Wild on the streets I try to maintain Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game Some ****az like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever Jakes on the blocks we out-clever If beef, we never seperate and pull together When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first Try to react and get them mother****in feelings hurt My crew's all about loot **** lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell You better realize [Chorus: Mobb Deep] We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (We still livin it) We livin this til the day that we die Survival of the fit only the strong survive (Thug life, we still livin it) (the strong survive) [Prodigy] Look in the eyes and get wise Look alive, in ninety-five, word up Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that..
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"Live Oak" There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down I was rougher than the timber shipping out of Fond du Lac When I headed south at seventeen, the sheriff on my back I'd never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze So I found another victim every couple days But the night I fell in love with her, I made my weakness known To the fighters and the farmers digging dusty fields alone The jealous innuendos of the lonely-hearted men Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in Well you couldn't stay a loner on the plains before the war When my neighbors took to slightin' me, I had to ask what for Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town Soon she'd heard about the boys I used to hang around We'd robbed a great-lakes freighter, killed a couple men aboard When I told her, her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword All the things that she'd suspected, I'd expected her to fear Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down Well I carved her cross from live oak and her box from short-leaf pine And buried her so deep, she'd touch the water table line And picked up what I needed and I headed south again To myself, I wondered, “Would I ever find another friend” There's a man who walks beside her, he is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me |
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