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Every one of my lyrics when you hear it
it'll burn your face as sulfuric acid If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it. Hand it over quickly Sickly's the only way I know how to drop it Every time I kick it people look at me like my name's Ripley's Believe it or Not Got a wonderful time slot here at the Zero Hour Been laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little coward By all the kids who towered over me Overpowered me and beat the shit out of my face Like it's the job clock in an hour And how are we the ones who powered these machines And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens The unseen son, the one in the attic Hope the dream don't come true America, she loves you Without us who would back up the groceries Or price up the clothes that you normally don't see On average joes, oh that's me Little dirtbag rapper and glad to be I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition I keep on spittin' but no one listens I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall This is our only hope, this is a war This is a war *Every picture you see is a reflection of marketing The targeting of certain audiences as only a major corporation could It's simple: They feed you shit. Just stop eating it, genius. Run up in the Universal Office and find Doug Morris Pound him in his office, his life ain't real pretty Like bitches that sing choruses These forces are forcin' us to try to relate In spite of what they lead you to believe in the first place Can't move in the city 'cause it's packed so tight Everybody up in my business, dissin' the lyrics I write Dismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the never happened Actin' so thuggish like they tough like Tinactin It's rubbish, it's all bubble gum to me Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record company I'ma flatten MC's with platinum CDs You see these two fists? They each got MT Tons of Budweiser, got balls of steel wire Like a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it real But mostly ya just provoke and poke at me And hopefully you remember your jokes to me I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition I keep on spittin' but no one listens I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall This is our only hope, this is a war This is a war *If ??? rap in you was approved by tests you'd see it's got nothin' to do with you. The real gangstas are old white men putting these records out. Hip-hop? That's the last thing they give a fuck about.* By any means necessary I'm buryin' advesary Every vocal performance it's important to stary vary If you wanna feed all then you got motorcall And I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy knoll at ten Maybe rap was never hip-hop to them Seems like it's just a cash crop to them So don't claim you spit it proper then This war must never end I can no longer pretend to be down If I die in a battle that's fine I got a potion named Revolution number 9 I got a heart that beats for the art This is hip-hop for the love Not a 1 on the charts I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition I keep on spittin' but no one listens I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall This is our only hope, this is a war This is a war This is a war, this is a war This is a war, this is a war This is a war, this is a war |
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I'm hollow to the core, yeah my bones are empty
No marrow, no mass, but heart I got plenty Though no blood flows through these veins, somethin' is in me Lyndon, Jimmy, Dolores, Jerry and Uncle Ricky My whole family tree 'bout as normal as me Everybody got they own story of what's supposed to be And what could've been, what should've been Should've been let on to the fact that I'm destined to never win How come every record I'm on ends up in the 99 cent bin? Pick it up if you need something to wipe while you're shittin' Can't pipe down, more rappers need rippin' I'll never be like Mike or even Scottie Pippen Goofy A&R tell me the elements are missin' Chippin' in his two cents, listen, nothin' is smitten Sittin' on leavin' more brisk than Lipton Nipped in the bud, how come your bomb record was a dud? I should reap what I sow, My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe On the contrary this a new all-time low This is a new all-time low I should reap what I sow, My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe On the contrary this a new all-time low On second thought I get another chance tomorrow This plastic life that we fed intravenously The tubes that we watch religiously Not real, nothin' is, nothin' begins without an end This is big business but back to the test again Justice will fail us we must look from within This is the truth, I got the blueprints right here in the booth Is you in? Then jump in, the deadpool is now accepting applications For the nameless and faceless The has-beens and the almost famous Fucked in our anus without a reach-around Reach way down until you found that dark somethin' hidin' out Smoke from my lungs and flush from my liver 'Til it slivers out my mouth hole I remember how life was before my downfall Before these walls closed in Soaked in sweat, aka: Hard work'll get you nowhere, don't forget A working class hero's nothin' to be Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it And my whole family live with no respect, we give it Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness? Working class hero's nothin' to be Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it And my whole family live with no respect, we give it Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness? Smidgeons and digits and acres of paper Negotiations and crunchin' numbers, contracts A new savior has attached to this beat like a serial rapist To girls with short skirts and high heels on they feet You'll never defeat me, I'm a centipede You cut off an end of me but I only grow back stronger There's no remedy Honestly, I never drank Hennessy, I can't afford it I only drank forties, lordy lordy No fuckin' bitches'll court me, distort the image of the world But more importantly, there's more to me than meets the eye I cordially invite you into the mind of a ordinary joe With an ordinary name livin' in a ordinary house Never see things like fame, or money, bitches and champagne Your cars are lame, beats are weak and your raps sound the same Ain't a god damned game, stop sayin' it is I break my ribs tryin' to fill in these ad-libs Mad kids can't see with closed eyelids Still, half these MCs don't know who I is I should reap what I sow, My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe On the contrary this a new all-time low This is a new all-time low I should reap what I sow, My life is just so ordinary, I'm a ordinary joe On the contrary this a new all-time low On second thought I get another chance tomorrow A working class hero's nothin' to be Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it And my whole family live with no respect, we give it Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness? Working class hero's nothin' to be Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it And my whole family live with no respect, we give it Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness? |
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intro
Hey, what's up? This is a true story, about a girl I know. Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, this is... there's been no fabrications. This is all true, exactly the way I saw it. Listen up. Chorus Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey. If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho. There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No. Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August your man is leavin. Bitch. Verse Come on girl you do the math. He's already takin care of your three other kids Without a question asked and now your gonna ask him to have the baby? What are you? Crazy? You were done by four kids, by four different fathers. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called condoms? How come none of the other babies daddies want 'em? When my kids grow up yours are gonna rob 'em. And I don't want that, it's easy. Trip down the stairs or a baseball bat to the belly would please me. Throw on a black mask aim for the midsection and CRACK THAT ASS! Now, I know it sounds harsh, but it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts. Illegitimate illiterate little bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster. Verse Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (You listening?) Hey. If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (Punch that bitch) Ho. There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No. Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August your man is leavin. (Check check). Listen up cunt Verse Now, it's not like he's innocent. I mean, the girl get knocked up from havin sex on the internet. Hadn't he remembered that he'd nutted up in her, and now I gotta fix it, cuz he's in love with her. And I can't let a homie take a fall. A condom? I'd have put tinfoil on my balls. Ain't no time to stall, cuz the time is now. Do something quick, before the kid comes out. Look at the trouble that your dick shot out. Here's a couple hundred dollars, get the fuckin thing out. There's abound a better reason to get rid of the kid. Take two steps back just look at the bitch. She's one of the most crookedest bitches I've ever seen, she's been pitchin out kids since she was thirteen. And I know that you trust her, but everyone from here to Illinois fucked her, dummy. Chorus Girl, (listen up cunt) awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. Hey. If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. (I really need you to listen to the words) Ho. There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No. Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August your man is leavin. Little cunt. Verse Think back to when you first met the slob. wasn't she married? Her husband had a job? Supportin his kid, one was his, she was busy suckin your dick and you were clinched. She did the same thing to you, man. You better take matters into your own hands, man and make a plan. And jam your fuckin fist and fuckin grab the kid. Pull it out by it's leg it's your only chance. You wanna be the only man with a new born? (huh?) As soon as it was born it smelled like Newports (ew!) Strangle the bitch with the umbillical cord. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you whores. Outro chorus Trash *Simultaneous* Man, I met some (Trash) trashy bitches in my day Girl, he's a good man... Trash *Simultaneous* You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah. Girl, he's a good man... You're the biggeest piece of (Trash) trash I've ever seen, yeah. Girl, he's a good man... Chorus Girl, awooo, I gotta tell you somethin. (I hope your friend's playin this for you) Hey. If you really knocked up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho. w/ outro chorus There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No. Girl you better count your dough, cuz this August, your man is leaving. (He's a good man, cunt. Alright, I'm done.) Outro with outro chorus Wormfood. Wormfood. Yeah, your baby's worm food. Wormfood. Wormfood. Yeah, your baby's worm food. Wormfood. Wormfood. Yeah. Wormfood. Wormfood. Yeah, your baby's worm food. |
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I got a story to tell
Check check Crazy glue, make sure you get it in the cracks and crevices To put me back together is Not an easy task, but it's not like I asked you to do it It was your choice the whole time, you knew it So you're here to build me back up? Start with the legs and work your way up Used to usin' to run so please pay extra attention When you piece the flesh back together section-by-section "There'll be some slight bruising." Yeah, I figured that much, wow they both look great "Yeah but don't try to stand up, just relax." O.K., I can handle that, Thank you so much for this, how could I ever pay you back? Movin' on to the hips, strap 'em in place Wrap the skin around, find my dick, attach it at the base Put my balls on, yup right there Before it was shattered it was way bigger I swear Wow, this is awesome. This is... super fat, awesome Father, are you speakin' to me? Every little cunt that I fall in love with, She ends up breakin' me Put me back together, assemble my brain It's my worst enemy Look at these people stare, I tremble Why do they hate me? Get out my stomach! Wow, that feels great Like butterflies, this is like fate Or destiny that we met You might be the best thing that ever happened to me And it's a promise I won't forget Work up to the chest, yes, perfect Strap my neck on, "Here, see if you can turn it" Aw, it's a little stiff but nothin' to be concerned with You're doin' a wonderful job hunny "Well, you deserve it" Weary? Why stop now? Make sure my back's in order Focus on the shoulder blades 'cause they tend to get sore from all the punchin' and kickin' I do "Why do you do that?" 'Cause hip-hop kicks my ass and I try to kick it back It's awesome, I can't wait for you to see it and believe it 'Cause I know I can do it with the best of 'em "Well, we'll see about that" Aw, shit, she's just like the rest of 'em Aw, yeah, and when the butterflies turn into butcher knives Father, are you speakin' to me? Every little cunt that I fall in love with, She ends up breakin' me Put me back together, assemble my brain It's my worst enemy Look at these people stare, I tremble Why do they hate me? Check check I'ma try to disregard that last comment 'Cause this is the most crucial part of my reinstallment My mind, see it's not just placin' my brain in My memories are scattered on the floor in the basement Oh, see that one? It was seventh grade her name was Meagan I fell in love for the first time, and I changed And I learned a lot at a young age Like how to deal with real pain Adults, they didn't care, my friends thought I was so lame "Hm, that's funny" Well, put it in "I don't know, I mean, do you really need it again?" They're my memories "Well, we'll make new ones" But I don't wanna lose 'em, I mean this is what made me who I am "But I built you and I should have a say, don't you agree?" No, I'm me and you're you, see? Two different people, not one. I knew it was only a matter of time before trouble begun and the moral of the story is (Get out, bitch) Aw, f**k it, Self Destruct Father, are you speakin' to me? Every little cunt that I fall in love with, She ends up breakin' me Put me back together, assemble my brain It's my worst enemy Look at these people stare, I tremble Why do they hate me? Goodbye, everybody Father, are you speakin' to me? Every little cunt that I fall in love with, She ends up breakin' me Put me back together, assemble my brain It's my worst enemy Look at these people stare, I tremble Why do they hate me? Bye, everybody *The Illuminati is real, and they are watching you, right now. They are inside of your television, your telephones. Be careful. They are inside your mother, and your father. Be careful.* |
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Weerd Science
In A City With No Name So whatcha think about mortality How are these motherf**kers running America Squeaking by like the sound of my sneakers Weaker versions of the father Hardly none of you mother f**kers even bothered to vote (nope) Neither did I, seamless as I Try to mend myself into the thread of American life I find myself all alone with a knife and a cell phone I feel so out of place like Melrose Pop culture, silicone, synonyms, clones Snare drums and microphones Head trips and assholes, I'm all alone I'm going home, I am no longer the Joe Who pretends and smiles and acts Like he's not one of the sickest dudes doing rap Chorus (x2) I'm all alone and I don't care I knew it was gonna suck ass when I got here If you'se a gunner you can get yourself shot here In a city with no name I remain anonymous So whatcha think about this fallacy families I don't know when Alex be getting on Mallory How are we going to explain that we hungry And we need calories to maintain our energy And people never know my name. President Bush Don't tell me it's a freedom they wanted Look at the war that you started Quit talking to me like I'm half retarded, it ain't working I think so damn hard my f**king brain is hurting I'm spurtin' out shit that you wouldn't normally hear Here I go, be it for bite another rapper, no Atmosphere Kid is gonna crack this year I'da had a record deal if I was black this year Chorus x2 So what you know about higher ups who's powered by coward's bucks Who talk like they better but really they just as fowl as us Out of luck and out of time, out of reasons to pretend That I'm one of the happiest people alive; I'm not, I'm rotten I'm spottin' my chance and I'ma take it Whether something happens or not I got nothing to lose, I'ma tell you how I feel And hopefully some of you mother f**kers'll listen this year I got nothing to prove, I'ma tell you how I feel And hopefully some of you mother f**kers'll listen this year Chorus x2 |
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It's so simple
Got a whole list of issues Inside of my brain Gathered right next to the temple Write all my rhymes in pencil So I can erase 'em The morning after I write em I wake up, read them and hate them Remember later, lay them down And made them understand Sometimes a rapper suck There's nothing I can do to change them Man, it's like I told you before You don't listen to me So I don't listen no more Give me a huge label advance And a chance at fame And I, I'll sing and dance Go right with the grain Sponsor soda companies Promote with no shame Smile, shake hands Damn, I love this game But just when you think that I'm your best friend I'ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again Till the blood soaks through your sports coat And with my Pepsi money, I'ma drink Coke You'll be stifle to trifle my cycling Ease the pain of the knife That's in my fucking back Or is that a hose? They siphonin' my spirit, man Got to attack Counter they blows with blocks In the name of all that is not wack Kick my motherfuckin system Into Auto-Rap White or black, slap your face Till your head's not attached Rocket blast, feel the slap Back of payback hurts But I've had to nurse wounds That are so much worse Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it First, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it Damn skippy Fission, fusion using the brand of raps Not currently used in hip hop Lips lock, never was part of my agenda To bend over and open up my ass cheeks So y'all could dip cock On the radar, making other emcees jealous and green Like they name was Ralph Nader Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and I got no paper Shoulda just stuck with rock, it'a have been much safer Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater The illest of traitors, it's me, Darth Vader Nothing can save you, peace out, see ya later The dollar fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you Take you on a little journey through my life Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd But it only getting odder, I never looked to God I just wrote rhymes on paper that's lined And everyone of my lines reflects on times That I live in, giving a shit, not me Like metal band guitars Every one of my lyrics lately's in drop D Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it First, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it Now you can't force a revolution, choosing sides Offer a helping hand to the dumb and blind Use my record like the guideline, for you to follow along Speak up and then swallow your tongue You hardcore, I'm hollow core My blue collar tour Working class hero Shit gets piled on I really hate all these motherfuckers I smiled on I'm lying on a cold table but feel like I'm dying on a rope or a cable I'm unable to breath the air through my nasal passage hole Masses don't believe me, nobody believes me Oh, y'all think it's easy to move up like George and Weezy, exsqueeze me? Now first, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it First, I would like to call attention to your verse The reason I'm so fucked, and I'm about to burst Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit And tell what I'm gosh darn tired of it Damn skippy |
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*Hi beautiful. I missed you while I was gone.
Sup homie? I wrote you this song. I'd be better off dead 'cause both chedder and bread Have alluded me since I was a little shithead. So instead of working the 9 to 5 job I'll settle for what I am, a white trash slob. So I guess I'm destined to sit in this cesspool 'Til somebody pass me a blade or a pistol. I've had it up to here, I'm most sincere I poke my own eyes in until they tear. So people think that I feel but they're wrong 'cause I don't. Soaked in my sweat grab the mic and go for broke. 'Cause I'm trying to forget just a day in the life I love all my friends but they stab with the knife. They go cut, cut, cut Stab, stab, stab I continue fightin' then I grab, grab, grab On the mic to try to writin' all my wrongs But my heart is exactly where it belongs. There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe. There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe. People never know, they act like they do. Joshua, they're laughing at you. There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe. There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe. People never know, they act like they do. Joshua, they're laughing at you. I dissect every signal that my brain intercepts I wiggle 'round the black, find the light that I reflect. But every time I get to a happy memory, There's an asshole right there to fuck it up for me. No high-school degree, nothing coming easily. I died yesterday, what you don't remember me? (huh?) Ah great, fuck 'em anyway. Send another rapper through me, stuff 'em any day. Book 'em and cuff 'em and throw the mother fuckin' book away, Had enough of 'em stuff 'em inside of a box and drive away And pray you don't feel the wrath of my dismay, 'Cause I slay any opponent with a fuckin' word to say. I play way serious, I no longer play. Sit in the same room let my rage run astray. And just when you think my tank is on empty, Somebodys right there, just waiting to tempt me. There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe. There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe. People never know, they act like they do. Joshua, they're laughing at you. There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe. There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe. People never know, they act like they do. Joshua, they're laughing at you. Now as my blood thickens and it slows to a crawl, And it flows through my heart pop in the middle of it all. I'm an asshole. I'm a fuck up, a scumbag. Instead of a baby, man, I should've been a cum rag. Inside my head, nothing but confusion. Don't ask me for answers, I got no solutions. (I don't know) I got potions, bruises, contusions Scrapes and cuts, the puss that I'm using. American Idol fuck Clay and Ruben. American homocidal, recitals what I'm doing. Loosen the grip that these dickheads got, While they hold under your hips and pound your brown spot. There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe. There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe. People never know, they act like they do. Joshua, they're laughing at you. There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe. There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe. People never know, they act like they do. Joshua, they're laughing at you. (so quit it) |
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Here come the super friends.
Mutha fuckas Callin' all my superfriends and puttin' you on notice, Don't think I didn't see, don't think I didn't notice, Don't think I don't care, don't think I'll let you slide, Don't think I'm not comin' for you in good time. Why you askin' now if you can fuck my bitch? You shoulda asked before she was suckin' your dick. And now you wanna know what you can do for me? Mutha fucker, fuck off, die immediately. Super friends, are you stupid then? I'll ask you again, are you stupid man? Did you really think I wouldn't take offense Flip the fuck out and shoot you dead? It's the ones you trust that gonna let you down It's the ones you love that's gonna turn you out 'cause they the only ones who really, really know how And the super friends better look the fuck out All my Super friends where you at? Brian, Phil, Jay, Pat None of you really ever had my back To say the shit you that said and to act like that Y'all is lucky I'm a man of peace, 'cause y'all wouldn't see me behind the fuckin' trees Doin' time, gladly prove what I mean I got a shotgun for all my frienemies. Beware of your super friends They're not your super friends I'm scared of my super friends Kill all your super friends 9 out of 10 of your homies are just the opposite Disguised double agents, to me quite obvious That's why I hate yas, y'all ain't super friends You's a supa dupa stupid, must be how your daddy raised ya I'm stagin' 'em with the dark, 'cause they're cavin' in from the thought of ever makin' 'em understand that I hate 'em and at the cost Of soundin' jaded, but jaded is what I am And I'ma continue my hatred, of course I'm aimin' at them. Now who would be the first person to shit on your name? That's a super friend, 'causin' you some super pain. But I got the super plan, pull out your super hand, Make a superfist and swing the shit as hard as you can. Now all of the sudden they don't say shit again You fuckers make my tummy sick like aspirin. You probably have no idea the trouble you in Or that my mom and dad have a really big knife collection And that means I can choose a weapon to dispose of yous Have many different blades to poke holes in yous Oh, all of yous, payback's a bitch I heard what you said, you faggot piece of shit. I hope you're listenin', the shit you're slippin' in, You might wanna prepare your flesh for some healthy rippin' in Beware of your super friends They're not your super friends I'm scared of my super friends (as you should be!) Kill all your super friends Josh: Ill, you're my Superfriend. Ill: Yeah, I'm glad you didn't get upset the time that I porked your girlfriend, my bad. Josh: Yeah, it's cool. Oh, yeah, did I tell you? I smoked your whole weed stash, the money I promised fell through. Ill: Well that's okay, 'cause I just stopped by your mom's house, dug her pussy out and left my nut on her couch. Josh: Ill, your sister's pregnant- Ill: What?! Josh: I didn't mean it, I'da told you before but I knew you'd get heated. Ill: I shot your father. I'm sorry, but he walked in at the wrong time while I was gettin' mine. Josh: Ill, that's fine. Ill: Yeah, but there's more, damn your grandma looks good on all fours. And the bitch slapped my ass like she was Zsa Zsa Gabor, I bet back in the day she was quite the whore. Josh: Ill, that's fucked up, man. What the fuck is wrong with you, dude? Beware of your super friends. At any given moment they might be lurking around any corner. They'll wait for you when you least expect it, just to stab you in the fucking back. and remember and remember Keep your friends close and keep your super friends closer. |
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Step one in your mission: gather information
Get on the internet, perfect for bomb makin' First you need some fertilizer, it's the shit For construction of a bomb, also the main ingredient Some ammonium nitrate, preferably light-weight Rent the rider's truck, think about the impact it might make Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen for sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V. The American media, greedier than the average meat eater The seedier the plan the more they gonna love it, man The more they wanna get they hands on an exclusive You gon' be famous as long as you can do this Make all your purchases two months apart from one another In different states and go undercover Never use a credit or a check just cashed 'cause they will try to track you after the blast Man, after this bomb goes off, as long as you made it correct We gonna inject the American step-ladder with a little dose of disrespect A "Fuck you" to the U.S. for every soul that God hasn't blessed (Fuck you!) There's a bomb in your city, in your town Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how Follow the plan close so you don't go down There's a bomb in your city, in your town Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how Follow the plan close so you don't go down Step two in your mission: a building you should find A federal institution? That should suit us just fine But how to get in? Hmm, good question Always follow the plan close, don't go in guessin' (duh!) Security codes nobody knows So when the janitor's about to leave squeeze one in his dome Shit you 'bout to kill thousands, what's one up close? Quick, grab his clothes, we're almost there (yeah!) Inside with the bomb, I know just where to place it (where?) In the basement, adjacent to maintenance Face it toward the wall so when the motherfucker blows The whole foundation'll fall in Oh yeah, don't forget to wipe down everything you touch 'cause one fingerprint is one fingerprint too much And detectives'll try to find clues and signs That'll point the finger towards the culprit, so leave nothin' behind Hide out in the bathroom when the A.M. rush and Walk out like nothin' happened, unnoticed and untouched This is gonna work it's a promise you can count on This is revenge for anyone who's been pounded on There's a bomb in your city, in your town Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how Follow the plan close so you don't go down There's a bomb in your city, in your town Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how Follow the plan close so you don't go down Step three in your mission is never easily executed So whatever was part of the original blueprint: Do it Stick to the original plan, don't stray from it Since no clues were left the FBI got a "Who Dun It?" It was 9:30 AM when the bomb exploded Many lives were lost, the media noticed Jesus, I wish I could say nobody felt a thing But so many were trapped inside the building still breathing Don't think about that now, calm down, don't panic What the fuck did you think was gonna happen? You put a bomb in the bottom floor of a government facility Now reality hits you, testing your moral agility Listen, by now you should be like six hours away Find a cheap hotel, rest and hold your thoughts at bay See, you're not just on the run from people in general But also from yourself, stealth you must be from your mental Tomorrow's a big day, you gotta cross the border Hide out in Mexico for three months and no shorter Keep tabs on the progress of the investigation The news broadcasts but now they've blamed it on the Arab Nation Things'll die down soon, you'll be in the clear Three months becomes six months, six becomes a year People's attention turn to more important things Congratulations, you have been successful Let's retrack our steps and look deeper into the mission The bomb was just a song, a foundation, nothin' was missin' It could blow up, no fingerprints, 'cause the fans and the media Tried to dig through your past and try to prove that you're fake The government building is the club and the DJ's are the detectives Inspectin' your shit to see if it's a record they wanna be reppin' The escape is how not to let all the shit go to your head The janitor that you killed was another MC instead But you didn't use a gun, your song was just hotter than his And the tracks are the people that died when the bomb was detonated There's a bomb in your city, in your town Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how Follow the plan close so you don't go down There's a bomb in your city, in your town Duck down, it's gonna blow any minute now Chi-Pow! Gather the info and the know-how Follow the plan close so you don't go down |
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Hey Mom, hey Dad, I'm home
Look, Hunny, it's our little mistake! Come give mommie a hug, but be careful, I'm on the rag! Mmm, cherry slushies for everyone! Haha, how was your day?* For starters it sucked ass 'cause my boss is a dickhead God handed out sticks and gave me the shit-end Ridden with hoes, no kiddin' like one's spittin' Got two right on my neck, three blister and on my dick-end Clock tickin', sickin' and stickin' these rhymes inside of a beat When really nobody's listen White trash, Johnny No-Cash Tried to sell weed but thugs slapped me and took my stash *Son, what's with the shitface? Golly fuck, Dad, heroin prices are through the roof and my allowance just won't cut it anymore. I'm jonesin' for a hit! Try whorin' your body, like Mom does!* The local outcast with a rash on my inner thigh Tryin' to outrun these bitches who all want me to die Waitin' for some rappers to die so maybe I can get a chance Without a song about makin' bitches dance I hope all the clubs close 'Cause so many assholes trapped in one building Should burn like great white shows And all our hope is to pose a threat Try to change what rap music hopes and I forget The sitcom ain't real, what it's about Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts My life never resembled an episode of Full House You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come out The sitcom ain't real, what it's about Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts I get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops out I'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about *Dad? I need to borrow $300 $300? What for, son? Well, I got Jenny knocked up again! Son, did I ever tell you about your mother and the wire-hanger?* Clout? Nope, none of that America hates me like Yasur Arafat You fuckers remember that I feel obligated to tell you that in the past Oh yes, I playa-hated Now shit is different, now I'm playa-jaded Most of these so called MCs is overrated and outdated New dawn, and it's a red one The only good rapper to me is a dead one *Golly, Dad, is it ever O.K. to hit a woman? Son, in my day, it wasn't right to hit a woman. But now that equal rights have been established, you wallop that cunt! And kick her while she's down!* Nah, I'm just fuckin' around, I know I sound bitter I grew up in a town where white kids say "What up, nigga?" When they all wanna be, it's ironic to me that that's what I get called Just 'cause I wanna jump up on a beat So fuck all you assholes, past present and future Hope a young thug fires at me, misses and shoots ya I wouldn't lie, man, I tell the truth to ya There's no tellin' what this fuckin' town'll do to ya The sitcom ain't real, what it's about Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts My life never resembled an episode of Full House You stay stuck in this town you'll scream 'til your lungs come out The sitcom ain't real, what it's about Money's for gangstas not high school dropouts I get so frustrated the vein in my forehead pops out I'm more dead than dead people buried and forgotten about Most of you assholes all think you gangstas 99% of you's are fuckin' fake, ain't ya's? That's why I hate ya's Verbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plate I feel empty, kinda plastic When this shit drops I'ma get my fuckin' ass kicked But that's O.K. with me, I'd die for the cause 'Cause my only purpose in life is to fuck with ya'lls I hate your fuckin' guts 'cause my record got bumped back You went double-platinum, I went double-hubcap A rugrat, you'd be pissed too suckin' a freshly dubbed track What the fuck would you do? *Gee whillikers Dad, does it ever get any easier? Son, if there's one thing I've learned it's this: We're all gonna live and die in this shitty, shitty town* (He's right) And the funny thing is, he is right. I bid you farewell from Shit Town, America, folks. Get home safe, ladies and gentlemen. Hold your girlfriends tight, and pretend not to notice their mouths taste like your best friends dick. 'Cause in the end you're just a small town piece of shit. Smile! Until next time folks, it's Weerd Science. Fuck off. |
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What's up everybody, can I come in?
Why, thank you, sure is good to see you here. Check it out. My life in general is just a joke But it's simple, cracka, broke Everyone of these stupid fucking lyrics I wrote In my notebook, put a gun to my head, that's all folks Look, that's all it took, easy as pie American dream, take a slice, Americans lie Americans die every day, American mothers askin American God, why? american lo-fi Gimme a high five And it ain't easy to make change so I don't try Home aint the same since I left so the death I Gotta maintain a constant push I live inside the outside In through the out door I find I get by Whatever works hurts but still with best time left I spit with acid breath You muthafuckas best check who you laughin' with Me, i'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Me, i'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Now don't expect any respect unless you willin to accept The simple fact you inept, you lack depth Your lyrics are rated from whack to whackest The blacklist: your whole record Run and practice and hone you craft Cause as far as i'm concerned, you gonna need skills to pass You're an asshole Pissin on your headphones Shittin on your ball Grab your mic, c'mon lets go uh Battle to rattle your nerves and shatter your fuckin skull My mother told me not to make fun of the slow But I can't stop until i'm done I can't never escape the city I come from See dum dum, someone once told me that I was sent here to planet earth To claim as my turf And stick a flag in the dirt Just one of the many perks you can use when you outta this world And trouble stirs now Me, i'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Me, i'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Now when you flirt with the deconstruction Your whole function'll shut down Endzone, touchdown, endgame, game over Rollover, no more a' you Pistol holder should pull the pistol of who's controllin you Methods and lessons intertwined in my sentences Lettin this ugly head right here behind all the messages To all my successors, excess it cuts like scissors But all the greatest in life since I wish you all the best wishes Computer gliches in stiches for shit about Money and bitches Hugs and kisses from my friends momma's who are gonna miss him Listen the dead have risen this cat-aclysm is cataclysmic Apocalyptic cryptic the way I grab my mic and rip it And stick it right up your septic and let it fuckin fester And eat away at your heartbeat and never regret it I've been cornfed, i'm born and bred For the revolution ahead And I won't stop till i'm dead (mutha) Me, i'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Me, i'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose |
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