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use your vehicle of salvation, my brothers, go buy a gun.
And go give that gun to Jesus and say "Jesus...you go kill the diciples of Satan and you kill the nazis, Jesus." Gimme an amen. Amen. Gimme a hallelujah, brother. Hallelujah. Feel the pain of sweet Jesus. Gimme another amen. Amen. Gimme another. Amen. You've got to kill the noise. You've got to kill the pollution of Satan, brother, gimme a hallelujah. Hallelujah. Have you been healed? Have you been saved? Has it happened to you, brother? Thank the lord. Praise the lord. I love Jesus. I love Jesus. Kill the pollution...pollution |
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| 2. |
| 3:53 |
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Uh, come on fool.
Yeaahh! Ah, ah, got that shit. Straight comin' at ya. To criticize is critical when diggin' on my concept Rhythms keep on buildin' like a smog. Gotcha' runnin' from tha' law. Maybe it's that low end smothered with tha' free-style. Maybe it's tha' thought of being on the bottom of tha' pile. Styles piled to the sky lines. Keep 'em on the sidelines Chokin' on my fly rhymes. You need tha' heimlich maneuver. This ain't no joke. You're gonna choke When I'm singin' it to ya'. When do you decide? (you decide) Then then you can know in your mind. (you decide) When do you decide? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight on the mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight. Breaker breaker 1-9 spittin' out that skill. Suicidal punk lemme know you're real. I'm walkin' on a thin line with a sticky bass line. Now you're stuck with tha' flow runnin' through your mind. So if you're crossin' over, let me know you're real. With them flecks on your neck, now you got the feel. I rumble like tha' thunder. This time you're goin' under. Lemme know then, what the fuck is even going down? (down, down, down) I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain. I can't refrain from bringin' on the pain. When do you decide? (when did you decide) To be narrow in your mind. (when did you decide) When do you decide!? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep the grip tight on tha' mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight, oh. That's it, that's it. Somebody told me to turn down that volume. I'm gonna bring that beat back. And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass, I'm gonna bring that beat back. And when they tell me to turn down the vocal, I'm gonna bring that back. And when they tell us to shut tha' fuck up! I'M GONNA BRING THAT BEAT BACK!! Yeah, gonna bring that beat back! Woah, gonna bring that beat back! Wahh, gonna bring that beat back! You, you, you said, "Bring that beat back!" When do you decide? Then then you can know in your mind. When do you decide!!? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep the grip tight on tha' mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! Gonna bring that beat back! We're gonna bring that beat back. (Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it!) I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back, bring that beat back, beat back, bring that beat back, bring that! So shut tha f..... Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, etc... (Fred, shut up alright. This is me tellin' you to shut up) Bring that fuckin' beat back! (Shut up!) you sucker! Fuckin' sucker. (Fred, shut tha' fuck up!) Song. We're done. |
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| 5:08 |
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Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're
freakin' me out you wear a mask - 5x freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're freakin' me out you wear a... fake hey man wake up and smell the concrete strange to see you've changed like the LB could be identity crisis but I can't buy this reality bites but that's what life is pitiful you, your hideous behavior hate what God gave ya, fakin all the flava artificial minds seekin out the new trends get in where you fit in quit thinkin like a has-been diggin in my culture let me let your punks know I'm an old school soldier with the funk flow a damn shame you wanna change yourself {chorus} because you're sick of yourself well I'm sick of you too, fake you're a, a counterfeit, fake you know we figured you out well I'm sick of you too, fake you're a, a counterfeit, fake I wonder, I wonder I wonder what it's like to be a clone doin' nothin, nothin' on my own alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat) so if your fakin that you're phat you need a ballbat right where your head is at all your desperation causes separation now I grab the mic to intimidate your weakness screams from the limp on your siren phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick pain for the fakers fame can't maintain {chorus} all these phonies you disregarded your life (disregarded your life) you disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends) you've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my family but I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my guard) so you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back) but you were faking me out (you were faking me out) just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask) freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit - 6x now you're steadily startin to change you wanna rearrange your lifestyle with live like the wild child with the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly a lie but you deny you're a fake you know we figured you're a phony (fake) you know we figured you out (fake) you know we figured you out, figured you out, figured you out fake [a bunch of times] |
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| 4. |
| 5:24 |
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Psycho female blowin'
up the phone line You need to tighten that screw it's been loose for a long time I've been slammed with some bad luck Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with tha' buck buck And now your duck duck goose I'm lettin' loose with tha' thirty yard freestyle Labeled hostile by my profile Must be all tha' madness You and all your tactics Jonesin' for my cash Gotta make them pockets super fat Hey I'm a humble man Kickin' out my jams like a tramp I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business What's with all tha' business I get payed to take tha' microphone to slay tha' stage Stay away from all tha' bros in my band and All tha' fans and all my friends When tha' cash is comin' in Or I'll be slammin' them balls to tha' wall With the ink on my flesh and the yes yes y'all No 9 to 5 I'll still survive I keep my engine on that amp like the Chattanooga champ That's all we need another bad seed Planted on this earth motivated by greed You wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blastin' Woah you wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blastin' You' bad luck you' soooooo Stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck got your brain on my green again Stuck you're so your so your so stuck you don't even know All I wanted was a Pepsi just one Pepsi Far from suicidal Still I get them tendencies Bringin' back them memories That I really miss when I reminisce Rockin' back in the '80's LIVE My attitude to do or DIE Once I was a maggot now I'm just super fly Bound for the boundaries no limits G Fat ass rhythems driven by my destiny Your style's in my pocket Proclaimed to regain that essence Pressin' cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile In deed I am I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed You wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' Woah you wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's that ass I'm bla Your bad luck your soooooo Stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck you got your brain on my green again Stuck you're so your so your so stuck You don't even know Oh yeah Ain't nothin' like a greedy bitch Diggin and diggin' and diggin' and diggin' Diggin' so deep for that green All I know all I know Yeah Is you must be fucked up in that head I got a little problem Just one question biatch Why why you wanna be like that Why why you gotta be like that You wanna be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why why you gotta be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why the fuck you wanna be like that Why why why you gotta be like that Why the fuck you wanna be like that Why why why why why why you gotta be Why why why you wanna be like that Why why why you gotta dig in my business you fuckin' whore Stuck on yourself you are You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' Stuck on yourself you whoooore You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' You' bad luck You' sooooo stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck Got your brain on my green again Stuck your so your so your so stuck in your head You don't even know Live on tape biatch Don't fuck wit' us |
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| 5. |
| 4:28 |
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Shut up!
Go away! I'm so sick of them deadlines. I cannot stand why them maniacs are hittin them headlines, And even though I don't know ya'; Through my lyrics I'll show ya' Tha' sanity's over. Cause people say I'm bugged out. So you won't defend, your in tha' dugout My business, stay the fuck out! All I know is that tha' beat goes on, tha' beat's tha' same 'Til tha' day I'm gone. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Nobody owes me a thing. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Maybe I'll go eat worms. I'm so sick of tha' world now. It's all these people baggin' my identity. Now I'm tha' enemy runnin' at tha' mouth again We'll settle up when you step into tha' south my friend. Your tha' big one, your tha' good one, I'm tha' bad one. That's so sad son. Cause I'm runnin' nowhere. Ya' send them black sheep everywhere. Ya' need to drop that guard, and it ain't that hard! Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Nobody owes me a thing. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Maybe I'll go eat worms. Oh, I'll go eat some worms. What's tha' matter with this? Someone's sure to find me. No exceptions for this (no exceptions) So many times I fall through. No one has ever warned me. Life seems so meaningless. When ??? your inner strength. Ohhh, I'm such a piece a' shit. Oh, you're so perfect! Oh, you're so perfect!! Oh, you're so much better than me! So much better than me!! YOU SUCK!!! Nobody loves me. Nobody cares. Nobody loves me. Maybe I'll go eat worms. |
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| 6. |
| 3:33 |
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I thought I knew ya'. Took the time to prove my lovin' to ya'.
Screw ya'. Cause now you got me sittin' in tha' sewer. I'm threw with all them roller coaster rides. See I ain't forgot about them knots that you've been tyin' with my insides. I dropped my pride. Without you I was sure to die. I tried with cash, and all I could to make it last. Now I accept that that was in the past. I know you loved me, you loved me like a piece of trash. But at first you were so sweet. Couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour, so sour. It all became a hassle. You were even livin' in my castle. Just to use me and verbaly abuse me. That's not the way you run in my shop. It took a while to see tha' light before I stopped and you got dropped off. It's over. Probably I'll be sweatin' it. But in tha' long run, you'll be tha' one regrettin' it. Maybe you won't, maybe you will. But baby you're still about as real as a three dollar bill. There's no one to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. No one's to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. Oh, oh. I sound like a bitch, a little bitch in heat. With all that anger that I'm feelin' bitch, I think it's neat. Another split tail, just another split tail. Thanks for tha' lesson. Now get your shit and hit tha' trail. We know I'm comin' from that old school, you damn fool. Intensity is somethin' that I'm made of and certainly I'm not afraid of A little smack in my face. Thanks for that taste. There's no one to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. No one's to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. Meeee, oh yeah. Ohhhh, meee. Meeeeee. Ahhh. Quiet. I think that uh, I'd like to uh.. turn my self around. Turn it over. |
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| 7. |
| 6:15 |
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It's not my mind (5x)
J and I get a little bit your veins flow with poison please acknowledge my present this precious gift that I behold discarded like trash to dominate, it's in your nature, you selfish brat {chorus} I can't believe you had me strung out all over you like that one minute you're sweet the next minute you're sour I taste the envious predictions, change with each hour I've seen this before, you even decide to step into my little world strange things occurring happening over and over and over again now bitch you are cruelty you bark your orders with such a degrading dialect {chorus} one minute you think you're all this the next minute you think you're all that but your playin' with the nova momma didn't show ya how to take it, you can by the man when it's over i'll be hunting you down waiting for the pay back, you frown begging me for your mercy I ain't down with the sympathy you see and I always remember your tender love wipe me under the rug just so you can step on my spine I'm gonna get mine - 2x Reminds me I'm gonna get mine I wish I was wasted I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine I'd like to rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine... you're so sweet - 3x I'm gonna get mine - 3x I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine I'll rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine I'll rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine you're so sweet - 3x you're always right and I'm always wrong not my mind that's why I love you so much not my mind you're so sweet not my mind I love you not my mind you're so sweet not my mind I love you not my mind... |
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| 8. |
| 4:03 |
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Clunk [7x]
DJ Lethal. Hey mister, elevate that mind into a blister. You might need to rest up, I'll pump that chest up Because that mental is fadin' Ego, you over played it. Hey buster, ya' just can't be trusted Tha' drama, your mama musta really been disgusted. But ya' got no clue always screamin' everybody owes you Well kid, I never did And never will. It's gone too far. It's gone too far, end it soon. I never did. Well I never did, kid. It's gone too far. Broken' punks when bringin' on tha' funkin' Knowin' you man, your probably not thinkin' Caught ya' lip-sincin' Lyricals flyin' over that head you'll be cryin' Lyin' in your death bed, now your just a reject (reject) Ya put your fate on Micky D's just to gain a little respect But ya' got no clue, always screamin' everybody owes you. Well kid, I never did And never will. It's gone too far. Well it's gone way too far, boy. I never did. It's gone too far. You need to drop that freakin' ego before ya' crash. Before tha' headlights are simply glarin' in your eyes and your goin' down. What's tha' matter with tha' life that your leadin'? When your bleedin', everyone's thinkin' how much they hate you. It's not too late, dude. Just that time for you to zip up that grill. Take a deep breath. Look around. Ain't nobody left, just tha' target. Bullseye. Still you walk around like a clown in a forcefield. See I'm not crazy. You're tha' one who's crazy. Institution. Bound to be the only way that we can even solve this. I've had about as much as I can take, so do yourself a favor. It's been built up for so long. And I just wanna get it out! And I just wanna get it out!! Clunk! There's certainly some distortion in there. What? Certainly some distortion in there. I can't hear you, I've got distortion in my ear. A thought just came to me while watching you and the guys play that. Um, the distortion feels the sound. It's like anguish or frustration. Like trying to thread, a needle with.. with.... thread. And you keep trying. (Can you thread a nee.. a needle with a piece of wood?) And I wonder, I wonder if that's what happened when the kids were getting the guitars They were trying so hard, they wanted to play like their favorite singer They just couldn't bring it off, so they turned it up louder just to.. Because even your face got red, and, and the expression on your face was that of, of Sheer frustration, or anger, or just... what do you feel when you play this distortion on there? Um, what I feel when I play distortion like that is, I'm faking that anger Letting it all out, ya' know. There's no reservations or politness. I'm no longer trying to please anyone, I'm trying to please me. Trying to get myself off. That's a form of honosty, isn't it? I suppose. |
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| 9. |
| 3:52 |
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Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body I know not everybody Has gotta body like me But I gotta think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play Cause I play them too Oh but I need some time off From that emotion Time to pick my heart up off tha' floor And when that love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showin' you that doo I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Gotta have faith Gotta have faith Baby I know you're askin' me to stay Say please please please don't go away Cause your givin' me tha' blues Maybe You might mean all them words you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to the loverboy rules Before this river Becomes an ocean Before you pick my heart up off tha' floor When that love comes down With out devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showin' you that doo I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Gotta have faith Gotta have faith Get tha' fuck up Gotta have faith I gotta have faith I gotta have faith I gotta have faith Faith faith faith |
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| 3:04 |
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I've seen your campus
and thinking I've been there before you know someting, I live in this pig pen this filthy pig pit next door another stench of my auroma stick that nose up in the air is that the excuse you use to ruin me --chorus-- I need to get you outta my way pack them bags boy get the fuck outta here need to get you outta my way love thy neighbor, love my neigbor yeah right_right yo J, drop that one down your existence means less now that it probably ever has before you've got your head up your ass out of your mouth comes nothing but shhhhhh still I listen, I absorb you amuse me idiot all bent outta shape 'cause i piss on your gate --chorus-- I need to get you outta my way pack them bags you boy get the fuck outta here need to get you outta my way love thy neighbor, love my neigbor right_right and you don't stop and we won't stop that's right and you can't stop this shit, it just won't stop let's take it to the curb if you can stand it, put yourself in my position man -repeat x2 let's take it to the curb, put yourself in my position man ahh, take it to the curb, put yourself in my position man punk, how you wanna take it to the curb ahh, you wanna take it to the curb ahh put ya, put ya, ahh, put yourself in my position man man, punk, you're gone break, break, break and you don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop got it stinky, stinky finger and you don't -repeat x2 |
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| 11. |
| 2:23 |
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Yo what up
got Christian and Dino in the house Fear Factory action kick off this new joint here for all my homies separating the true breeds my friends and my family had the vision when the bounds now it's blowing up props to the Field Dog with the funk through the campaign gold records and Champaign Everlast for the tour on St. Patty's Chino, man we had a blast with ya Deftones rock that microphones daily props to the maestro Ross your an angel hey DJ wanna play that song Lethal we love you like a brother want to take a trip to the Flip side Jordan nothing more then I could say see ya walking hand in hand with the prophet Danny you took us to that fat man Harry, Tyler props for the golden introduction we're coming from the town of the unknown Jacksonville's on the map look us up raising eyebrows with the Jaguars kid better watch out line 'em up cheetah (indigo) yo Richard, Rob and Chuck (indigo) hook it up when I walk out on stage all headaches go away got the back from the sickest road crew Chris and Bobby for sticking to it Sugar Ray taught me life was all about drinking bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yea to the funk doobi thanks for showing up all my brothers in KoRn I love you dad and momma I'm coming home what up to my girl Sage Shawn, Teddy Swoze Indigo Ranch alive with the vibe Grun Dig Danny in the Milk Bar Terry Parker you know what's up dialed into The Planet and God I love you |
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Tell me why ya came,
tell me why you're here tell me why your voice is always ringing in my ear you wanna be the man hangin with my crew who the hell are you though I see you're always at my shows, always with my bros. always finding places where I think nobody goes I can't seem to shake you from this so now I have to break you from this {Chorus} Can't you just let me be leech aw, get it straight can't you take a hint, thought you had a friend that's such a shame that you're coming around again. and I'd really love to take ya out like Chuck Norris instead I'd kick 'em with a vocal, slap 'em with a chorus Man I really shouldn't have to beg What makes me sick is when your mommy and daddy hit the bed oh you say you'll not get that picture so I'll frame this scripta to grip ya {chorus} stop sticking around - 3x |
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| 13. |
| 16:27 |
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I'm so ... fustrated
Somebody's been making me ... So sick inside... Oh, Go with your heart, go with your heart Yeah, right You're telling me I'm just not good enough for you Let's change, lets be something we're not And become what everybody else is Aw, so much builds up inside. It's fucking rediculous I don't know how I should Freak the fuck out on you I just sit back and relax Cuz you want more You don't have anything And me I have everything Yeah, I have everything What more could I ask for Nothing at all.... Don't run and hide Don't you keep it inside no more x2 Don't you run and hide x2 Why does it have to be this way at the end? |
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