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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Fame you're
당신의 명성은 claimin' is the top of the world. 세상꼭대기에 올라가 있지 This stage is claimin' is the top of the world. 이 무대에는 세계의 최고만이 올라가는 곳이라구 Love I'm feelin when you people connect and 난 당신같은 사람들과 연락하는것을 느낄수 있단걸 사랑하지 if you're out in the 만약 당신이 군중밖으로 나간다면 crowd than you're gettin' more than respect. 더 많은 존경과 인기를 얻게 될꺼고 넌 그것도 즐기겠지 If you're wondering I got plenty of flows. 만약 니가 내 움직임에 대해 궁금하다면... I'm makin' plenty of friends and many are foes, 난 친구들을 많이 만들지만 그들의 대부분은 적들이지 but as the audience grows security knows stoppin' me 하지만 청중들은 나를 막기 위해 안전해지고 있어 now is kinda serious. 이제 사태가 심각해 No 아니 use in dreadin' what they call Armageddon. 그들이 아마게돈을 부르짖는 모습들을 악독하게 이용해 I think we made it through the slump 난 우리가 슬럼프에 빠짐으로써 그걸 해낼수 있었다고 생각하지 But who really cares where we're headin' 하지만 누가 진정으로 우리가 향하는곳에서 우리를 돌보는건지 cuz now you 그래서 지금 당신은 mutherfuckers got a reason to jump!! 뛰어오르기 위해 완전히 미친놈이 되엇어 (chorus) so lets make somethin' out of it. 그래서 그걸 벗어나서 무언가를 만들려고 해 This way we can all relate. 우리가 모두 친하게 될수 있는 이 길을 말야 Worldwide we collide. 세계적으로 우리는 서로 영향을 주고 받고 있어 This is how we communicate. 이건 우리가 연락하는 방법이고 So lets make somethin' out of it. 그래서 그걸 벗어나서 무언가를 만들려고 해 Whoever thought we would see the day. 누구나 우리가 오늘날을 바라보게 될거라고 생각하고 있어 I cant believe we did it. 난 우리가 그걸 햇다고 믿을수가 없어 So lets drift away. 그래서 멀리 떨어져 버렸지 Hate, a feelin' I don't really get. 내가 느끼는 증오는 내가 가진게 아닐지도 몰라 And hate can get you in some serious shit. 그리고 증오는 널 약간은 심각하게 만들수도 있어 Time is somethin' that might change me, but I cant time so fuck it. 시간은 나를 바꿀수도 있을꺼야. 하지만 난 빌어먹을 시간이 없어 ive been stumblin' through these thoughts and 난 그런 생각들로 인해서 멍청해지는것같군 I thought the fact that I 게다가 난 그 사실은 could be delirious. 내 정신착란으로 생성된거라고 생각하기까지 햇어 No use in dreadin' what they call Armageddon. 그들이 아마겟돈이라고 부르는것에 푹빠져 있는것은 사용하지 않아 I think we made it through the slump. 난 우리가 그것을 슬럼프를 통해서 만들었다고 생각햇어 But who really cares where we're leadin' 그렇지만 누가 우리가 이끌어가는 곳을 진정으로 돌봐줄까 cuz now you motherfuckers got a reason to jump!! 그래서 이제 당신은 뛰어다니기 위해 재수없는 놈이 됬어 (chorus).. We see good things change and good things go away. 우리가 변화할수 있는 행운들이 보인다면 그것들은 금새 사라질꺼야 We see good things waste and 우리는 좋은것들을 낭비하는 모습만을 볼수 있고 we waste the pain. 우리는 고통을 낭비하고 있어 What we need is to escape from today. 우리가 진정으로 필요한것은 이곳에서 도망가는것이 아닐까 Right? 맞아? what we need is a place to escape from today!! 우리가 필요로 하는게 현재에서 도피하는걸까 right?!... 그런가? Bring it on..you wanna be 니가 하고 싶은걸 가져오도록해 down with the G shock!! g쇼크와 함께 내려와봐 fuck the glam rock!! 글램락에 엿먹이고 assed out like ken shamrock 켄 샴락같이 토해내봐 MC's detest me, mc들은 나를 싫어할것 같은데 wanna chest to chest me, but I aint all about that. 나를 파괴하길 바라는것 같은데 난 모든것을 알고 있어 You gotta be down with the G shock!! 니가 G쇼크와 함께 내려가는것을 알고 있어 fuck the glam rock!! 글램락에 엿먹여 assed out like ken shamrock!! 켄 샴락같이 토해내봐 MC's detest me, MC들이 나를 싫어하는것 같은데 wanna chest to chest me, but you don't want none 나를 파괴하길 바라는것 같은데 하지만 당신은 아무것도 바라지 않고 있잖아 of that where we at?! 저게 우리의 모습이란 말야? Don't stop!! 멈추지마 its 9 teen 90 nine!! 그것이 1999년! |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Hold up, let me see your bottles up.
We the band with the brand and we blowin up. This's goin out to the people who don't give a fuck. Time to throw a little party, who's showin up? Draggin swifties from the house to the front lawn. Start it up at dusk, wrap it up about dawn. All you ladys feelin crazy, time to get it on! Ain't invitin any fellas, they can stay at home! Lethal rockin on the tables, droppin all the funk. Sammy got the quarter, pourin drinks from his trunk. Otto got the fire goin woman up the buns. Wes is dressed up like an alien, we havin fun! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! We got this party goin harder than a motherfucker! All these naked ladies makin out with one another. Playboy Bunnies on the roof in the mini-skirts. I'm lookin up and what I'm seein then, it really hurts. My brother Corey D. is paintin up a couple bodies. You ain't never seen a party with this many hotties! I just hear to Paul Wall and he's comin now. Reakwon is on the mic and he's buggin out! Corey Taylor got a harem chasin him around. We ain't slippin with his knot, then we goin down. But it doesn't got this lovin comin at me. Ain't nothin new caus I'm rollin with the LB! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Hold up, let me see your bottles up.
We the band with the brand and we blowin up. This's goin out to the people who don't give a fuck. Time to throw a little party, who's showin up? Draggin swifties from the house to the front lawn. Start it up at dusk, wrap it up about dawn. All you ladys feelin crazy, time to get it on! Ain't invitin any fellas, they can stay at home! Lethal rockin on the tables, droppin all the funk. Sammy got the quarter, pourin drinks from his trunk. Otto got the fire goin woman up the buns. Wes is dressed up like an alien, we havin fun! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! We got this party goin harder than a motherfucker! All these naked ladies makin out with one another. Playboy Bunnies on the roof in the mini-skirts. I'm lookin up and what I'm seein then, it really hurts. My brother Corey D. is paintin up a couple bodies. You ain't never seen a party with this many hotties! I just hear to Paul Wall and he's comin now. Reakwon is on the mic and he's buggin out! Corey Taylor got a harem chasin him around. We ain't slippin with his knot, then we goin down. But it doesn't got this lovin comin at me. Ain't nothin new caus I'm rollin with the LB! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) The girls look so good! (It's how we do it) Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. 90 percent filled up with women again! The block is full so let the party get hot! It's how we do it, if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! That's how we do it if you like it or not! Looks like the ratio is 90.2.10. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
This pain in my stomach
Won't go away I assume this is punishment For all the mistakes I've made In a world where my actions Speak louder than words In a world where my actions Speak louder than words I know people than could ever be What lesson I've learned from it all Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend Cause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been This pain in my stomach Won't go away I assume this is punishment For all the mistakes I've made In a world where my actions Speak louder than words In a world where my actions Speak louder than words I know people than could ever be What lesson I've learned from it all Fortune and fame are disguised as your friend Cause I'm lonlier now than I've ever been |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Gets all my love X4
Pick up the pace Keep it Freak it Can ya keep a secret So can I Why ask why Try Bud dry I get fly smokin' a thai Puffin' a blunt Tokin' a spliff Stoppin' any crew that tries to rip The House of Pain Cypress Hill Funkdoobiest My girl's on the pill So I can drill And not have to kill An unborn child cause that's just wild I felt the pain I built the house All respect due to Mickey Mouse Club, I'm rhymin' on the dub Switch off the track so I can shout out my love Yeah, you know my mother, she gets all my love My sister Casandra My neice Jessica Rose They get all my love Danny Boy gets all my love My DJ Lethal, he gets all my love Cypress Hill, they get all my love Son Doobie the Vocal Avenger, he gets all my love Ralph Emms the Mexican gets all my love The Divine Styler, he gets all my love Bronx Style Bob and Claudia, they get all my love My man Wise Guy gets all my love Yes, you know my man Matt Champy gets all my love, rest in peace my brother I know you in a better place now than when you were here Kahaku gets all my love My man Cameron, First Born, Scribbles, and ATA, they get all my love 'Cause those are my boys, ya know, ha ha My man Al B. gets all my love Good lookin' out, my brother Yeah, my man Balthazar get even the thirteenth floor get all my love My man Captain Rudethrow gets all my love Yes, Kid Jazz and Kid Scratch, they get all my love Up in the boogie down Bronx I don't forget Yes, and for inspiration, I'd like to thank Allah He gets all my love All my love ALL MY LOVE |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
learn how to rap as a little boy
took a lot of crap as a little boy always had to fight back as a little boy always under attack as a little boy never got good grades as a little boy i was locked in a cage as a little boys till I never was afraid as a little boy i was feeling my rage as a little boy it's time to blow their minds learn how to lose as an older man sang a lot of blues as an older man but i saw it all through as an older man put together my crew as an older man felt a lot of pain as an older man i established my name as an older man people piss in my game as an older man ain't nothin' gonna change as an older man it's time to blow their minds now baby it's time to blow their minds now baby i'm on my grind now baby y'all know it's my time now baby come on' who that is what it say who that is what it say who that is what it say what it look like what it look like baby who that is what it say who that is what it say who that is what it say what it look like what it look like baby got treaten like a clown as a little boy kept my feet on the ground as a little boy when you're living in a dream as a little boy ain't nothin' like it seems as a little boy i was hatin' on the world as a little boy i was lovin' all the girls as a little boy i was into punk rock as a little boy i was breaking non stop as a little boy isn't time to blow their minds got theatied like a chump as an older man mixing rock with the funk as an older man learned what a girl was as an older man now I know how to love as an older man but I'm still a big kid as an older man and I'd much rather give as an older man still I'm singing in the rain as an older man ain't nothin' gonna change as an older man it's time to blow their minds now baby it's time to blow their minds now baby i'm on my grind now baby y'all know it's my time now baby come on' who that is what it say who that is what it say who that is what it say what it look like what it look like baby who that is what it say who that is what it say who that is what it say what it look like what it look like baby my life is one big dream i'm lost in what it means don't wake me up 'cuz it's almost over the these voices in my mind keep telin' me it's time to wake me up 'cuz it's almost over it's time to blow their minds now baby it's time to blow their minds now baby i'm on my grind now baby y'all know it's my time now baby it's time to blow their minds now baby it's time to blow their minds now baby i'm on my grind now baby y'all know it's my time now baby who that is what it say who that is what it say who that is what it say what it look like what it look like baby my life is one big dream i'm lost in what it means dont wake me up 'cuz it' almost over these voices in my mind keep tellin' me it's time to wake me up 'cuz it's almost over who that is what it say who that is what it say who that is what it say what it look like what it look like baby |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Looking back
The day you left Where you been I can only guess Where I'll be Some other day A memory With all I had to say You made the love You had to stare It made me turn I built an island there When I dream I see your face That's when we left Somewhere in outer-space The Angels over me have seen me cry in agony The Angels over they all believe this sign of me Growin' up, without a cause I hid a tune And held my own applause And in the right, and there's a wrong It's my mistake I knew it all along I've been a fool What's done is done I can't erase And I refuse to run I'm beggin' you To please forgive My heart is true It's just the way I live The Angels over me have seen me cry in agony The Angels over they all believe this sign of me They've seen my cry They've seen my cry They've seen my cry The Angels over me have seen me cry in agony (They've seen my cry) The Angels over they all believe this sign of me (They've seen my cry) |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
John Otto! Break it on down!
That's right! Ladies and gentleman! Once again... Limp Bizkit! (Gold Cobra) Pour it up Let me get a shot of that I'm rollin this shit straight through ya Tell me what ya gonna do about that. We gonna light this place up Light it up like a fire in the sky, yeah Somebody better call the cops Somebody better call the cops, yo All the women in the back give me one scream All the women in the front give me one scream All the women in the house tell me what you want Imma give it to you baby tell me what you want It don't matter what you need Imma give it to ya It don't matter what you want Imma give it to ya We gonna rock until the sun comes up We gonna rock until the motherfuckin sun comes up Oh yea, Let me see them Oh yea, Let me see them hands Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor My mind is blown Please tell me that your mind is blown Ain't ever heard something like this before I know it's on Go get your girlfriend Go get her girl, lets get it on Cause Imma rock this party until the break of dawn Who the hell you foolin? Who the hell talkin' that shit? It don't matter cause we gonna take three shots After that baby you can tell me what it is You can tell me what you want You can tell me what you need You can tell me everything you wanna see It don't matter in the world of make believe It's only you and me, it's only you and me Oh yea, Let me see them Oh yea, Let me see them hands Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor OHHH! Yeah! Motherfucker. Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
John Otto! Break it on down!
That's right! Ladies and gentleman! Once again... Limp Bizkit! (Gold Cobra) Pour it up Let me get a shot of that I'm rollin this shit straight through ya Tell me what ya gonna do about that. We gonna light this place up Light it up like a fire in the sky, yeah Somebody better call the cops Somebody better call the cops, yo All the women in the back give me one scream All the women in the front give me one scream All the women in the house tell me what you want Imma give it to you baby tell me what you want It don't matter what you need Imma give it to ya It don't matter what you want Imma give it to ya We gonna rock until the sun comes up We gonna rock until the motherfuckin sun comes up Oh yea, Let me see them Oh yea, Let me see them hands Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor My mind is blown Please tell me that your mind is blown Ain't ever heard something like this before I know it's on Go get your girlfriend Go get her girl, lets get it on Cause Imma rock this party until the break of dawn Who the hell you foolin? Who the hell talkin' that shit? It don't matter cause we gonna take three shots After that baby you can tell me what it is You can tell me what you want You can tell me what you need You can tell me everything you wanna see It don't matter in the world of make believe It's only you and me, it's only you and me Oh yea, Let me see them Oh yea, Let me see them hands Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah Got this motherfucker goin down like this ya'll Let me see you smile Let me see you rock Lets turn this place into something they cannot stop Let me see you rock Let me see you rock Turn this place into something they cannot stop Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor OHHH! Yeah! Motherfucker. Imma keep on rockin and shockin the floor |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Straight out the casket, rising up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me What the fuck is this madness Pick up my bones Erase my name from off the tombstones Alive and kicking Breathin' the air Call out my name punk And I'll be there No question My suggestion to the action Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin with me You're messin' with the best Bleow, you're takin' to shots to the chest 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead You can't disrespect it I'm the resurrected Back from the dead Just to mess with your head I'll stress what I said But I won't repeat it If you've got a cold, starve it If you've got a fever, feed it And if you can't feed it Then why not blow You might be positive And not even know I rock the hardcore From the floor to the ceilin' I give sexual healin' I'll get your girlie squealin' Like a pig My grave's somethin' you can never dig I'll rock a mausoleum Backyard a colosseum 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Skip the autopsy 'Cause I never O.D.'d I only puff boom kid I never get skeed I don't sniff or shoot up Rip I'll stick my boot up Your ass quick fast Everlast don't jive Just like Pearl Jam I'm still Alive[sample of "Rumors" by Timex Social Club] Spreadin' like tumors Gossip and lies Exaggerated reports of my demise And if you believed 'em Well then you got gassed The media deceived em' Just like in the past 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead Like Steven Segal I'm hard to kill And like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill I'll beat ya down with my mic Kick your ass with my Nike Bust ya in the eye If ya tell another lie Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Thinkin' I'm dead You must be smokin' dust Come see me bust in the flesh It's a must 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Back from the dead(fade) |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Straight out the casket, rising up. Open up your eyes. Can't you see me.
What the fuck is this? Madness. Pick up my bones. Erase my name from off the tombstones. Alive and kicking. Breathing the air. Call out my name, punk, and I'll be there. No question. My suggestions of the action. Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin' with me, you're messin' with the best. Bleow, you're takin' two shots to your chest. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head. Back from the dead. Back from the dead. You can't disrespect it, I'm the resurrected. Back from the dead just to mess with your head. I'll stress what I said, but I won't repeat it. If you've got a cold starve it, if you've got a fever feed it. And if you can't feed it then why not blow. You may be positive and not even know. I rock the hardcore from the floor to the ceiling. I give sexual healing, I'll get your girl squealing. Like a pig. My grave's somethin' you can never dig. I'll rock a mausoleum, backyard a colosseum. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. House of Pain's in effect, nuff said. Skip the autopsy 'cause I never O.D.'d. I only puff boom, kid, I never get skeed. I don't sniff or shoot up. Rip I'll stick my boot up, Your ass. Quick fast. Everlast don't jive. Just like Pearl Jam I'm Still Alive. [sample of Pearl Jam, I think!] Spreadin' like tumors, gossip and lies. Exaggerated rumours of my demise. And if you beleived 'em, well then you got gassed. The media deceived 'em just like in the past. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast's comin' back from the dead. [Back from the dead.] You know I'm back from the dead. And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head. Back from the dead. Back from the dead. Like Steven Segal I'm Hard To Kill. Like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill. I'll beat you down with my mike, kick your ass with my Nike. Bust you in the eye if you tell another lie. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Thinkin' I'm dead you must be smokin' dust. Come see me bust in the flesh it's a must. 'Cause I'm back from the dead. Everlast comin' back from the dead. You know I'm back from the dead. House of Pain's in effect, nuff said. Back from the dead. (to fade). |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000)
(Don't Wanna Go)
I Don't wanna do this by myself Can't help to me, this ride won't last too long for me Move so long and the mileage that I gain is to touch you And leave myself a name Nobody said it was gonna be easy Nobody said you would always be lost inside Nobody said it was gonna be easy Nobody said you would always be lost (lost) |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
I wanna rock right now
Looking for a spot that's hot to get down Ain't no stopping this grande Do sometime that break it down (?) Hey, it's a party on the back porch I'm gonna take you to the back door Gonna drink till ain't no more It's a party on the back porch It's a party on the back porch I'm gonna take you to the back door Gonna drink till ain't no more It's a party on the back porch I wanna rock right now Looking for a spot that's hot to get down Ain't no stopping this grande Do sometime that break it down (?) I wanna rock right now Looking for a spot that's hot to get down Looking for a night that's gonna be worth Busting on the shelltow and doing the smurf Ain't stopping this grande I ain't even mind it If you put your lips on my timming Hands fly to the sky Swinging so high Up to the silver lining Fresh dressed like a million bucks Tiki baseball cap you know what's up Inside it's the claustrophobic If I'm gonna flow it I need room to through it Follow me to the place to be On the back porch with the symphony 1, 2, 3 let's go, follow me, follow me Hey, it's a party on the back porch I'm gonna take you to the back door Gonna drink till ain't no more It's a party on the back porch It's a party on the back porch I'm gonna take you to the back door Gonna drink till ain't no more It's a party on the back porch [...MISSING...] Hey, it's a party on the back porch I'm gonna take you to the back door Gonna drink till ain't no more It's a party on the back porch It's a party on the back porch I'm gonna take you to the back door Gonna drink till ain't no more It's a party on the back porch I wanna rock right now Looking for a spot that's hot to get down Ain't no stopping this grande Do sometime that break it down (?) |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes And no one knows What it's like to be hated To be fated to telling only lies [chorus] But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like i do, and i blame you! No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain woe Can show through [chorus] Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4] No one knows what its like To be mistreated, to be defeated Behind blue eyes No one knows how to say That they're sorry and don't worry I'm not telling lies [chorus] No one knows what its like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Looks like I'm gonna do
everything myself Maybe I could use some help but hell You want something done right you gotta do it yourself Maybe life is up and down But my life's been what till now I crawled up your butt somehow and that's when things got turned around I used to be alive now I feel pathetic and now I get it What's done is done you just leave it alone and don't regret it sometimes some things turn into dumb things And that's when you put your foot down Why did i have to go and meet somebody like you like you Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me like me How could you do somebody like that like that Hope you know that i'm never coming back never coming back Looks like I'm gonna do everything myself Maybe I could use some help but hell You want something done right you just going it yourself Maybe life is up and down But my life's been what till now I crawled up your butt somehow and that's when things got turned around I used to be alive I feel pathetic and now I get it What's done is done you just leave it alone and don't regret it sometimes some things turn into dumb things And that's when you put your foot down Why did i have to go and meet somebody like you like you Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me like me How could you do somebody like that Hope you know that i'm never coming back Why did i have to go and meet somebody like you like you Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me like me How could you do somebody like that Hope you know that i'm never coming back Depending on you is done Giving to you is done no more eating no sleeping no living It's all just more giving to you and I'm done Depending on you is done Giving to you is done No more reaching no sleeping no living It's all just more forgiving to you and I'm done The hiding from you is done The lying on you is done No more eating no sleeping no living It's all just more giving to you and I'm done Why did I have to meet somebody like you Why did you have to hurt somebody like me How could you do somebody like that hope you know that I'm never coming back Why did I have to meet somebody like you Why did you have to hurt somebody like me How could you do somebody like that hope you know that I'm never coming back |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
It's just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked Everybody sucks You dont really know why But you wanna justify ripping somones head off No human contact and if you interact Then your life is on contract Your best bet is just to stay away Mother fucker it's just one of thse days It's all about the he says she says bull shit It think you better quit it letting shit slip I'm going leave ya with a fat lip It's all about the he says she says bull shit I think you better quit talking that shit... It's just one of those days Feeling like a freight train First one to complain leaves with a blood stain The mind of a maniac You better watch your back Cuz I'm fucking up your program (Nice rhyming Fred) Hey dude you're stuck up Your just locked up Next in line to get fucked up It's just one of those days Mother fucker so stay away It's all about the he says she says bull shit It think you better quit it letting shit slip or I'll leave ya with a fat lip Its all about the he says she says bull shit I think you better quit talking that shit punk So come and get it I feel like shit... My suggestion is to keep your distance Cuz right now I'm dangerous We all Feel like shit been treated like shit All those mother fuckers who wanna step up I hope you know I got a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I might break something tonight I hope you know I got a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I might break something tonight I hope you know I got a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I might break your fucking face tonight Give me something to break Give me smoething to break Give me smoething to break And that's your fucking face I hope you know I got a chain saw WHAT A chainsaw WHAT A mother fucking chainsaw So come and get it Its all about the he says she says bull shit It think you better quit it lett
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Oh, let me hit that, let me get that party song.
Let me turn this place into another motherfuckin' danger zone. Oh, where the good ones? Where the good ones at right now yo? We gonna talk this shit till we got this bitch rockin' on the rockship, no shit. No hell, no way, I'm gonna chop this rock like blocks of clay. I'm' gonan sink your ship so fast, one blast, don't ask, your ass is grass. No red no green, Imma' paint this black and crack your spleen. Commin' stright from the dark Imma' shark, Imma' rip your shit like a slasher scene. Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Remember all them 90's things, them 90's hits we laced like this. Commin' to you live 2012 and hell there's still no shit like this. We still rain the blood in the club like Slayer flip it up like Limp Bizkit. Tie you up to electric chairs and roast yours guts like nuts on Christmas. Never worry if anybody gonna like me. Don't give a damn if anybody give a fuck. I'm gonna say what I want you can look it up. Wikipedia probably gonna fuck it up. I don't give a damn, cuz' it's on. Most people never last this long. Most people never find a way but We gonna rock this motherfucker all night long. Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Oh, let me hit that, let me get that party song.
Let me turn this place into another motherfuckin' danger zone. Oh, where the good ones? Where the good ones at right now yo? We gonna talk this shit till we got this bitch rockin' on the rockship, no shit. No hell, no way, I'm gonna chop this rock like blocks of clay. I'm' gonan sink your ship so fast, one blast, don't ask, your ass is grass. No red no green, Imma' paint this black and crack your spleen. Commin' stright from the dark Imma' shark, Imma' rip your shit like a slasher scene. Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Remember all them 90's things, them 90's hits we laced like this. Commin' to you live 2012 and hell there's still no shit like this. We still rain the blood in the club like Slayer flip it up like Limp Bizkit. Tie you up to electric chairs and roast yours guts like nuts on Christmas. Never worry if anybody gonna like me. Don't give a damn if anybody give a fuck. I'm gonna say what I want you can look it up. Wikipedia probably gonna fuck it up. I don't give a damn, cuz' it's on. Most people never last this long. Most people never find a way but We gonna rock this motherfucker all night long. Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! Gimmie the racket for the brain. Gimmie the funky shit to make the people go insane. Gimmie the fuckin' drug we call the music on this track. Gimmie the fuckin' riff we gonna use to break your back. BRING IT BACK! |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
Build a bridge to your mind
Takes me there everytime Lay it all on the line If there's a way Build a bridge make a path Over look the aftermath Make my tears be your bath If there's a way Only if you'll take a ride Go with me to the other side Even though it's gonna crumble down gonna crumble down I'll keep building till you come around till you come around Even though it's gonna fall apart break my heart break my heart I'll keep building till i die Build a bridge of memories Stretch it out overseas To the end of the world If there's a way Build a bridge made of pain Send my longing down the drain Have no reasons to complain If there's a way Only if you'll take a ride Go with me to the other side Even though it's gonna crumble down gonna crumble down I'll keep building till you come around till you come around Even though it's gonna fall apart break my heart break my heart I'll keep building till i die Wait Wait Wait wait for me wait wait wait please wait for me Wait Wait Wait wait for me wait wait wait please wait for me Even though it's gonna crumble down gonna crumble down I'll keep building till you come around till you come around Even though it's gonna fall apart break my heart I'll keep building till i die Even though it's gonna crumble down gonna crumble down I'll keep building till you come around till you come around Even though it's gonna fall apart break my heart I'll keep building till i die |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
(Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers)
Chorus I say hey now c'mon ya'll If there's money in your pocket And your walkin tall make your way to the bar And get your poison chose And drink it old school style In your B-Boy pose I get off Madd flows Like a pack of eskimo's On the dog sled in the blizzard Cause I'm the wizard of (oz) Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set And you stepin to me is just an emty threat Something I cant sweat Kid, you never see my worry I've never been caught But my hands may be dirty 5 years from 30 Come check my age If ya cant pop Simply turn the page And I'll engage Wit that kid thats been swiftless Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin Peanut butter Ya know know my style's butter Cause every word I utter Rock's the sky's from the gutter I make ya shudder When I rock your soul I do dames the way I like I get mike's controlled Well if ya get bold Well then ya get bit Cause your knowlege is a trick Kid, It's makin me sick Chorus (x 3) I'm Danny Boy With the Hard Core style I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal(Root Canal!) You get me started and I'm hard to stop I got 45 caliburs ready to pop And when I pop off You drop off You get blown out the frame Cause the more shit change The more things stay the same And I got no respect for your area >From Brooklyn to Dublin I keep your ass fumblin' Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta Brooklyn heart breaker House of Pain pimp money maker Chorus (x 2) I got rhymes finese I got rhymes galore I got rhymes for peace I got rhymes for war I got rhymes for heads I got rhymes for skins I got rhymes Kid your crew aint got no wins So step up if you wanna get your head cracked Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed I'll kill you all Just like I was the small pox I'll kill ya livestock just like I was anthrax Come see me live Then crazy like the Band Sax Chorus (x 2) |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I'll light your ass up
And smoke you like a fag With the whole crew We'll take you for a long ride Little did you know You on the wrong side, son I got the gun and I'm not scared to use it Put your life on the line Homeboy you lose it That how it goes, homes I blow domes When I rock mircophones I can get swift to the riff from an old jam I'm wise like an old man And don't take shit from no clan Or crew, or gang, or crew, or club Wack MC's tryin' to rhyme it with my dub **** the bullshit The piece gets pulled quick Fourteen pulls on my trigger That's the whole clip And if there's anyone still standin' Thinkin' that they're runnin' shit They can come and get some of this * Come and get some of this Come and get some of this over here If not stand clear and you got nothin' to fear I'm livin' in a state of grace And it's a ****** up place I'll put my gun in your face If you set up you'll get broke up It's no joke, blood I write rhymes, drink beer, fight, smoke bud That's all I do It's all I need I buck down a little sucker Just to watch him bleed That's my style It's how I do my thing This is the House of Pain And I'm the king I come real with it Can ya deal with it Or will ya run for shelter Though you barely felt the House of Pain in full effect and if you come with disrespect You can come and get some of this *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Stop...The law has been broken
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
"Stop!.......
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 2 [single] (2001)
Hey man wake up and smell
the concrete Strange to see ya 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 tha' flava' Artificial minds seekin' out tha' new trends Get in where ya' fit in Quit thinkin' like a has been Diggin' in my culture Lemme let you punks know I'm an old school soldier With tha' funk flow A damn shame wanna change yourself Because your sick of yourself Well I'm sick of you too Fake Your a counterfeit Fake Ya' know we figured you out Well I'm sick of you too Fake Your a counterfeit Fake I wonder I wonder I wonder what its like to be a clone Doin' nothin' nothin' on my own Alone in your misery your bitin' on my new style Filed as a counterfeit goin' down in history As nothin' but a copy cat So if your fakin' that you're phat you need a ball bat Right where your head is at All your desperation causes separation Now I grab tha' mic to intimidate your weakness Screams from the Limp on tha' siren Phonies get tha' hint quick smacked with tha' funk flip Pain for tha' fakers fame can't maintain Cause your sick of yourself Well I'm sick of you too Fake Your a counterfeit Fake Ya' know we figured you out Well I'm sick of you too Fake Your a counterfeit Fake Ya' disregarded your life Ya' disrespected your friends You've even stolen your appearance From hangin' around with my family But I shoulda' never dropped my guard So you can stab me in tha' back But you were freakin' me out Just freakin me out you wear a mask Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Your freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Now your steadily startin' to change Ya' wanna rearrange your lifestyle live like a wild child With tha' vibe alive you could lie you try to be so fly You lie but you deny Your a faaaaaaake you know we figured you out Fake Fake Fake Fake Fake Fake Faaaaaake |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
Hey kid who you lookin' at
Why you standin' all up in my face like that You ain't never seen a baseball bat A maniac knockin' on your babeball cap You better step about ten paces back Or you'll be layin' where your shoe laces at Go do what your momma told you And don't be actin' like a punk thinkin' your a soldier I see you got a cell phone i got a number you can dial son make it 911 Tell 'em stop at hef's house on the way kid Pick up some playmates but only if they naked Don't know how you do in your city But 'round here we gettin' down to the nitty gritty And i hate to put you out like that But you've been burnin' like a fire with a mouth like that Take me back to yesterday Rollin' dice and getting laid Everything was a o k oh But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talkin' this and that again oh Let's break it down for a minute And roll it on up in third gear for a minute I got the 21's bumpin' on my benz and I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends and I don't really give a fuck about What these player hatin' pussies give a fuck about 'cause i'm a night ranger never been a stranger My two way pager is lookin' for some danger Zoolander hit you with the magnum Everybody get your groove on if you have one And if you ain't got it then admit it It's limpbizkit time for you to get it All around the world and this 45 prevost Everywhere we go we watch it on the tivo And now you're layin' in the bed you made Drinkin' hatorade think about it Take me back to yesterday Rollin' dice and getting laid Everything was a o k oh But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talkin' this and that again go Leave thinkin' that you're all that and then some I've got news for you all radio is dead So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some Man i got news for you all radio is dead the radio is dead Let me guess you ain't that impressed Mister hale tosis of the breath Livin' lifestyles of the wish you would From the back isles of the thrifty good See i i got room to talk kid I been layin' this track since north cackilack And the very first day that you fell out the sack I was in some fat laces spinnin' on my back Let me think let me roll let me ride Let me put some funk in the trunk triple 5 And a memory that can easy your pain Like a melody from kurt cobain 'cause ya' never know when it's all gonna end And ya' never know when you'll call on a friend So you better take a step to prepare yourself 'cause the way you're livin' now ain't good for your health Thinkin' that you're all that and then some I've got news for you all radio is dead So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some Man i got news for you all radio is dead Thinkin' that you're all that and then some I've got news for you all radio is dead So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some Man i got news for you all radio is dead all radio is dead |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale
Please do explain why your skin's so pale And you're so funky, now how can that be Like a bird in a tree on the TLP It's the Irish intellect, no one disrespected My shit'll get hectic real quick This is the House Of Pain (pain) And pain is one thing we're not Cause we know we've got Style and fashion, smoke some hash and I'm smackin' up girls like cars were crashin' Danny Boy, Danny Boy, the pipes are callin' Thought you was a winner, ya was, now you're all in That's right, damn skimpy, ya can't get with me I run the whole track and leave ya three laps back Chop seuy don't do me no good I gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manage I never eat pig, but I'll fuck up a potato I'm not a dago, but pasta's all that My pockets stay phat, so step the fuck back You wanna move on me, you better bring an army I rip shit daily, ask my man Tom Baily I'm rockin' the clock like if I was Bill Hailey I'm cockin' my glock, and I got my shileighly So watch your lady, because I'm (Danny Boy!) Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy (Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy (Da ney Boy, Da Da ney Boy) Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Every day it's nothing but stress to me
Constantly dwellin on how you got the best of me Wanna know somethin I can't believe The way you keep testin me Mentally molesting me Would you think any less of me If I said that I'd be there Would you think any less of me If I said I really care Of course you would Cause you only want what you can't have As for me I'm stuck with my dick in my hand Because you don't feel nothing at all You don't feel nothing at all Maybe there's more to life than it seems Constantly running from reality chasing dreams Wanna know somethin I can't believe Just how much memory goes with you Do you think any less of me now Gone look at me now Everything is gone I can't seem to do anything right But I figured out why you don't let me inside Because you don't feel nothing at all You don't feel nothing at all Nothing at all You mean nothing to me But you think I'm useless to you now But I need one thing from you now I insist that you feel me You said You don't feel nothing at all You don't feel nothing at all |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
One for the trouble
Two for the bass Three to get ready Let's rock this place (YEAH, GET UP, check one) Hooded black Dropping vengeance upon your back Cause you ain't jack Talking smack Consequences the game reacts With a pain attack Trim the fat Go the distance the Bizkit back You get no slack Spray the gat Pack the clip with the riff attack Fade the black You're feeling like you're really that invincible Reality will leave you feeling terrible This moment is past the point of critical Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up What's the problem You got problems You ain't seen to got the brain to solve them Bring the horror I ain't scared You's about as scary as a freak at a fair You ain't hard you think you is You just mad because I speak like this You just crying cause you ain't go milk Got nothing to spill while this mic's on tilt You're feeling like you're really that invincible Reality will leave you feeling terrible This moment is past the point of critical Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up What's with this talk and no play (Talk and no play) There ain't nothing left to say (Nothing left to say) Lie in that bed that you made (Lie in that bed that you made) After we blow you away (After we blow you away) What's with this talk and no play (Talk and no play) There ain't nothing left to say (Nothing left to say) Lie in that bed that you made (Lie in that bed that you made) After we blow you away Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
One for the trouble
Two for the bass Three to get ready Let's rock this place (YEAH, GET UP, check one) Hooded black Dropping vengeance upon your back Cause you ain't jack Talking smack Consequences the game reacts With a pain attack Trim the fat Go the distance the Bizkit back You get no slack Spray the gat Pack the clip with the riff attack Fade the black You're feeling like you're really that invincible Reality will leave you feeling terrible This moment is past the point of critical Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up What's the problem You got problems You ain't seen to got the brain to solve them Bring the horror I ain't scared You's about as scary as a freak at a fair You ain't hard you think you is You just mad because I speak like this You just crying cause you ain't go milk Got nothing to spill while this mic's on tilt You're feeling like you're really that invincible Reality will leave you feeling terrible This moment is past the point of critical Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up What's with this talk and no play (Talk and no play) There ain't nothing left to say (Nothing left to say) Lie in that bed that you made (Lie in that bed that you made) After we blow you away (After we blow you away) What's with this talk and no play (Talk and no play) There ain't nothing left to say (Nothing left to say) Lie in that bed that you made (Lie in that bed that you made) After we blow you away Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up Douche Bag Imma fuck you up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
The end is near, my summer days
All great things go away Feel the cold coming 'round the bend Everything is going to change again. down another day, down another day. Oh, the winter I adore Summer's gone forevermore Someday, it should come back to me Seasons change set me free down another day, down another day. Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) In the morning, the sun rise (will never let you down) If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) and when she's golden the ocean (will never let you down) The end is near, my winter flame Change is melting everything Now it's time to say hello Seasons come, seasons go down another day, down another day. Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) In the morning, the sun rise.... (will never let you down) If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) and when she's golden the ocean (will never let you down) I keep saying good-bye, keep saying good-bye, keep saying good-bye Well, she's always coming back. She keeps coming back. She keeps coming back. I keep saying good-bye, keep saying good-bye, keep saying good-bye Then, she's always coming back. She keeps coming back. You keep coming back. Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) In the morning, the sun rise.... (will never let you down) If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) and when she's golden the ocean (will never let you down) down another day, down another day (will never let you down) down another day, down another day |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
it's getting closer to the end
every part of me then disaster takes its toll and how i'm left with only me maybe sorrow plays a roll when you feel unkind your abuse is edicine and i'm forever lost in time [chorus] save me save me, before i drown its getting closer to the end i look back and smile we conquered every single bump in my road made it all worth while just remember how i cared when it came crashing down like to toast always hanging around. [chorus] maybe life ain't what it seems 'cuz it's all a dream forgive me sometimes i feel like a fool 'cuz i' so uncool forgive me. |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
(Yes yes ya'll)
(Cause I'm so fly) (Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye) I be breakin the laws, breakin the laws All you wannabe hard rocks just pause It's the MC host Space ghost from the coast With piggish white skin Kid, where you been I got a blue eye But my tight lenght devil I freak harmonies Like my brother is Nevel And I can rock Through your style Eatin cold hardy stew So whachya wanna do I'm comin real soon To a theatre near you So why dont you cratique me While I'm love on stage Cause I'm gonna break my Rusty cage, my rusty cage Watch the way I freak it When I bust my gage Cause all that loud gun talk Dont mean squat If my tool gets hot I'm a burst your knot And give it all I got Up in your wisdom slot And cold and rains couldnt stop her From callin me poppa Big daady draw dropper Mr.Heart breaker She leaves Mary Poppins And comes home Seka Chorus Yes yes ya'll Cause I'm so fly (so fly) Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye Yes yes ya'll Cause we dont fake (dont fake) And he's down to come to feel your earthquake Socalize a little somethin' And you sweatin my style Challenge my world You wanna shell my mix You wanna sit with my flesh And reconize the tesh Ya never seen this niggers best A marage, a nest I hit your head with styles that are liquid You drip this Sweat this Perspired is desired, this wetness You get from Divine style Spark this girl, chill I see you got the love, the lust So why dont you live my cosmos exodus To my precous I'm a undress my message Into my wisdom body To my wisdom method You need a star for your cresent I got a diablo brass For your atmosphere My (a) dope mathamatics Are soak like Insin-sincere Uh, baby For my apparatus I do justice to your physical Annoint your aider never spendin your nobler A hard slyle at stages While the guard be sparkin that indo seed The Earth pieces be increasin That need to be pleased I represent the illest villans And the worst of bad breeze Ah baby, If you wanna next my vision You better come with subject of vision I keep it real live Keep it real straight To the Earthly Feel this style Earthquake Chorus (x 2) My love's stronger than pride My loves thicker than blood My killer swarm's in effect Nobodys livin off hud If you miss with his gun I'll run a patriot gig I'll have you flippin your wing I'll put the clip in my sink And cock the hammer back Click Clack Put a hole in your back The size of a plum You can come git some But my attitude shitty Like G Gordon Litty Take pity on a child Thats been raised in the city Chill- From East to West To maintain my rep So many times To assume my flow I go mono, stereo Or solo You never know Choose a flow And I'll throw the phattest atom I'm so hot, and so law And so far from the plan I reflectulate the ladies That be scannin My composition decirclar Hurtin the madd opposition Chorus (x 2) |
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from Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive [single] (2003)
hey you miss i don’t know what the fuck your name is i’m drawn to you, something’s magnetic here if i could approach you or even get close to the scent that you left behind I’d be fine no doubt that you bring out the animal inside chorus i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive hey you miss too good to look my way and that’s cool you want nothing at all to do with me but i want you, ain’t nothing wrong with wanting you ‘ cause i’m a man and i can think what the hell i want you got that straight no doubt that i’d love to sniff on them panties now chorus i’m sorry, so sorry (damn you’re so hot) your beauty is so vain (damn you’re so hot) it drives me, yes it drives me (damn you’re so hot) absolutely insane i just wanna look at you, i just wanna look at you i just wanna look at you all day there ain’t nothing wrong, no there ain’t nothing with that once you seep in under my skin there’s nothing, there’s nothing in this world that could wash you away once you seep in under my skin there’s nothing, there’s nothing in this world that could wash you away i’m sorry, so sorry (damn you’re so hot) your beauty is so vain (damn you’re so hot) it drives me, yes it drives me (damn you’re so hot) absolutely insane chorus
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
hey you
miss i don’t know what the fuck your name is i’m drawn to you, something’s magnetic here if i could approach you or even get close to the scent that you left behind I’d be fine no doubt that you bring out the animal inside chorus i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive hey you miss too good to look my way and that’s cool you want nothing at all to do with me but i want you, ain’t nothing wrong with wanting you ‘ cause i’m a man and i can think what the hell i want you got that straight no doubt that i’d love to sniff on them panties now chorus i’m sorry, so sorry (damn you’re so hot) your beauty is so vain (damn you’re so hot) it drives me, yes it drives me (damn you’re so hot) absolutely insane i just wanna look at you, i just wanna look at you i just wanna look at you all day there ain’t nothing wrong, no there ain’t nothing with that once you seep in under my skin there’s nothing, there’s nothing in this world that could wash you away once you seep in under my skin there’s nothing, there’s nothing in this world that could wash you away i’m sorry, so sorry (damn you’re so hot) your beauty is so vain (damn you’re so hot) it drives me, yes it drives me (damn you’re so hot) absolutely insane chorus |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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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from Limp Bizkit - Re-Arranged [single] (1999)
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 Because I play them too Oh, but I need some time off From that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor When that love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showin' you that door Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay Say please, please, please don't go away Cuz you're givin' me the blues Maybe, you might mean all the words you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to the loverboy blues Before this river becomes an ocean Before you pick my heart up off the floor When our love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a stong man baby But I'm showing you that door Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Get the fuck up! Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith - repeat to end |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000)
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 Because I play them too Oh, but I need some time off From that emotion Time to pick my heart up off the floor When that love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a strong man baby But I'm showin' you that door Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay Say please, please, please don't go away Cuz you're givin' me the blues Maybe, you might mean all the words you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to the loverboy blues Before this river becomes an ocean Before you pick my heart up off the floor When our love comes down Without devotion Well it takes a stong man baby But I'm showing you that door Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith Get the fuck up! Well I gotta have faith Gotta have faith - repeat to end |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Lord have some mercy on my soul Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz??? Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em Chorus 3 |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Lord have some mercy on my soul Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz??? Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em Chorus 3 |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got Bo, Duke and Daisy goin' to
go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars... I don't need a glock cause I'm not a hard rock Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block I can't lose like Parker Lewis, I'm undefeated Step into my sector, homeboy, you'll get greeted By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's gettin' shot And if it's gettin' shot, well, yo, you're gettin' bucked down I don't fuck around, I ain't got time for punks But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts Stunts gather round, check out the sound And let's get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky Stinky, junky, let's bump uglies in the nighttime Between the sheets Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom Now gimme some room, and I'll explode Cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load So hit the road, Jack, and don't come back no more Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft core Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches I get the funky style, and like Gomer Pile You'll be 'Surprise surprise surprise!' as I Rise to the top, fuck a punk cop I'm always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop So you better quit, zit I came to rip shit Blastin' with the Soul Assassins Askin' the question, teachin' the lesson Bringin' the West Coast back to the East Coast Where it all started, what're you, retarded You're startin' to trip from that Jheri curl drip Soakin' in your brain, the House Of Pain Is causin' pain, and feelin' pain So feel it Chorus Just feel it Feel it Just feel it C'mon, y'all, feel it Back to the rhyme, I'm always on time A lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime I rock the old school style and it's futile To step up, cause you'll get swept up Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip Unless you're a punk, then I'll just pop you in the lip And show you the deal, now how did that feel You know I'm killin' any pig that squeals I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly rhymes And I've got a subsciption to High Times Son Dooby's in the back, the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut When I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or mickeys I'll put your head out just like a fuckin' Malboro Don't fuck with me, punk, you know that I'm thorough Bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force Feedin' you beats, straight off the streets So catch me catch me, if you can You know I'm the man like Chewbacca knows Han Solo, bolos are what I'll be throwin' When I be flowin', I get the job done Cause I'm number one, the Prodigal Son I left and I came back, but not with the same rap And not with the same style, I'm known to get buckwild The luck of the Irish spreads like a virus So feel it |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Why is everybody
always picking on me why is everybody always picking on me Does anybody really know a thing about me does anybody really know a thing about me One of these days we'll be in the same place And the same place punk at the very same time YEAH And when it takes it place and you wanna talk shit Then step your ass up AND SAY IT RIGHT TO MY FACE You'll get knock the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash Knocked straight the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash I ain't believing all this shit you've talking about me Don't even know me and still your talking shit about me don't even know me and still your talking shit about me One of these day i'm'a catch you in the act in the act Red handed caught up in the act punk Now that'll be the day the one and only day So step your ass up AND SAY IT RIGHT TO MY FACE You'll get knock the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash Knocked straight the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash So where you at Where you've been Sure in I was in Cause this world's Really stuck can we all get along So where you at Where you've been Sure in I was in Cause this world's Really stuck can we all get along How pathetic are peoples Who purposly rape us with talking We try to ignore them ignore them until they keep talking They think that they're good cheap liers Without us we've got the fortunates ones We got the fire to burn this MOTHER FUCKER DOWN DOWN DOWN BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN DOWN DOWN BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN DOWN DOWWWWWWN BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER DOWN DOWWWWWWN BURN THIS MOTHER FUCKER You'll get knock the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash Knocked straight the fuck out Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash That your ass can't cash |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Check it out, its the outlaw white dog
Often called by my alias 'polar bear' Brain tied like the S & M freak shit Cold like the ice your servin up my drinks with Stick shift, fuck the automatic Rollin up in third gear guess its just a habbit And all you freaky bitches reachin out to grab it Dont hesitate cos you can have it. im a stab it Demolishon came to crush the mission Just in time for you maniacs to listen And it aint nothin, cos I dont take it serious My flow is cold like the weather in Siberia I keep your head bobbin, like a novelty And all them turkey MC's wanna gobble me But im a shark in my underground fish tank And I dont give a shit what those muthafuckers think B-Boy with a taste for the metal A taste for a fine rhyme and I aint gonna settle If you dont like it you can scratch it from these nuts bitch Polar bear aint a cracker you should fuck with Boogaloo shinin like a diamond Momma went and bought the kid a mic now he's rhymin And now he's hated cos everybody played it But they just hatin cos this muthafucka made it Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Ah hell, let me tone it down Pour me up a another double shot of the crown Get this party hoppin when I step into your town I came to boogie down cos I dont give a fuck I dont ride in limos cos limos make me car sick I aint goin out like that dancin with the stars shit I dont wait in line cos Im always on the guest list Anywhere I go always leavin with the best bitch And all my boys get the pick of the litter That girl you came with I suggest you forget her North Carolina, its my home land Im home grown, just a kakalaky mofo A redneck who never had a dollar Now im makin people all around the world holler And now I'm hated cos everybody played it But they just hatin cos this muthafucka made it Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Dont let the world bring you down, Down Dont let the world bring you down, Down Polar bear, bustin up the endone Make a sucker jump straight out the window Keep it get low kid thats for shit flow Like an asshole, bitch its official Polar bear, bustin up the endone Make a sucker jump straight out the window Keep it get low kid thats for shit flow Like an asshole, bitch its official BRING IT ON Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Check it out, its the outlaw white dog
Often called by my alias 'polar bear' Brain tied like the S & M freak shit Cold like the ice your servin up my drinks with Stick shift, fuck the automatic Rollin up in third gear guess its just a habbit And all you freaky bitches reachin out to grab it Dont hesitate cos you can have it. im a stab it Demolishon came to crush the mission Just in time for you maniacs to listen And it aint nothin, cos I dont take it serious My flow is cold like the weather in Siberia I keep your head bobbin, like a novelty And all them turkey MC's wanna gobble me But im a shark in my underground fish tank And I dont give a shit what those muthafuckers think B-Boy with a taste for the metal A taste for a fine rhyme and I aint gonna settle If you dont like it you can scratch it from these nuts bitch Polar bear aint a cracker you should fuck with Boogaloo shinin like a diamond Momma went and bought the kid a mic now he's rhymin And now he's hated cos everybody played it But they just hatin cos this muthafucka made it Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Ah hell, let me tone it down Pour me up a another double shot of the crown Get this party hoppin when I step into your town I came to boogie down cos I dont give a fuck I dont ride in limos cos limos make me car sick I aint goin out like that dancin with the stars shit I dont wait in line cos Im always on the guest list Anywhere I go always leavin with the best bitch And all my boys get the pick of the litter That girl you came with I suggest you forget her North Carolina, its my home land Im home grown, just a kakalaky mofo A redneck who never had a dollar Now im makin people all around the world holler And now I'm hated cos everybody played it But they just hatin cos this muthafucka made it Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Dont let the world bring you down, Down Dont let the world bring you down, Down Polar bear, bustin up the endone Make a sucker jump straight out the window Keep it get low kid thats for shit flow Like an asshole, bitch its official Polar bear, bustin up the endone Make a sucker jump straight out the window Keep it get low kid thats for shit flow Like an asshole, bitch its official BRING IT ON Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on Get a life, get a muthafuckin life You dont wanna see what I can do with a knife You dont wanna be my enemy I promise you If you do muthafucker bring it on |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Yes millenium shit
Limp Bizkit hah X to the Z Bringing it live to you and yours Ladies and gentlement Hahaha my home boy Yo get at 'em dog You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long Don't you treat me like a toy kid Are you enjoying this Every single I'm alive I'm a mess Got these laser beam mic checks Communicating through the genelect High tech Kick you on the run now Don't wanna be that guy Every single second I'm alive I'm alive I don't understand why I've got control for the candy in ya soul I'm bumpin' up the sweetness This is what you need Another little piece of me Inside of you Cause you that I always keep it true And that's exactly what I do It's what I do Yeah it's what I do You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long I've got breakneck delivery No time for chivalry Extraordinary ability Shit longevity Dig deep in your soul And find yourself Cause mind control Can turn y'all into someone else So fast you'll hear the party spin the fuck right off Me and Fred about to go half of Microsoft Burning twenty percent Your little half ass direct hits Aint even making a dent Running the red All hell Xzibited lick As we attempt to bring home the championship It's all in the rist I still lead the league in assist Give me the fifth I'm drinking while I'm taking a piss You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long I've got untapped material I serial kill shit Give me the real shit X finish him off quick Making your jaw split When I'm touching the mosh pit Constant conflict Knock you faggots unconscience Nauseous raising the stakes Increasing the weight Got homies I can lay down And lift their plate So quit trying to invade my space Before I call for a face to face And gotta rest my case This is how we do it Just recognise We can get you right to it Look into these eyes Look into these eyes And you'll see the size of the fame Then you might despise The size of my game Step the fuck back Xzibit's on the track You shoulda buckled up Before your head hit the dash You gotta hate that A demo from an eight track Brought me to a place Where platinum comes in eight stack bitch You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long You don't wanna fuck with me today Cause a little somethin' somethin' Didn't go your way So try not to feel like that today Cause I'm a real mutherfucker from Round the way We don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place We're only giving a fuck If you're invading this space Gotta getcha groove on Don't keep us waiting too long |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
hold up it's the motherfuckin' concrete
suicidal nightshift loaded with a vice grip poppin' all you copies who keep waterin' down shit thinking you can rap with that artificial outfit your baggy pants and bottle of crack hits fuck all of that shit fuck all of you posers let go of the mic kid step into a world that you've never seen when i'm fiening for a microphone i'm a microphone fiend bring on the motherfuckin' cutthroat, territorial piss off spit the deadly and ready for lift-off who's getting their shit tossed? is it the one kid running his mouth that he's sucking his thumb with? you're damn straight i'll put it right in 'em no anti-venom for the buck-buck see a world that you've never seen when I'm fiening for a microphone, i'm a microphone fiend give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all give me a mic y'all give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all i'm out of sight y'all i'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all you know it hold up, check out the motherfuckin' tv same song, same bands everyday, fuck that i'll blow those motherfuckers away, you wantin' to hear some heavy ass metal that can penetrate deep into you ear drums? trun it up, motherfucker turn it up, motherfucker turn it up and step into a world that you've never seen when i'm fiening for a microphone, i'm a microphone fiend give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all give me a mic y'all give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all i'm out of sight y'all i'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all you know it it's a vrazy crazy world playing crazy crazy shit on this crazy radio, i'm really sick of it i'm a crazy, crazy man with a crazy,crazy plan to destroy all you crazy ass wannabe ba-ba-ba-bands, he he give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all give me a mic y'all give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all i'm out of sight y'all i'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all give me a mic y'all give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all i'm out of sight y'all i'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all you know it |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Waking up aggravated
Stupid shit man I hate it B*tches lying b*tches crying Suicidal get in line Gettin' mine bouncin' freaks Loosing sleep countin' sheep Absolute cash and loot Men in black packin' heat Born and blazing rotten raising Fingers up time to waive ‘em Show these players playin' that they better get their ass to prayin' There won’t be nothing but dice after the cut in the gut I am not like ‘em they're gonna wish they never pushed my button The door is shutting and a knife will do you no good You gettin' nothing while I rock here in Hollywood I’ll tell you something else you can take it to the bank I don’t give a f*ck what none of y’all people think Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Feeling Korn going blind Free as hell doing time I’m insane can’t complain Flush you turds down the drain Down the hatch throwing craps Throwing matches on the gas Check the match, check the will Check the ride, paying bills Burning mouths wanna smile If you’re feeling versatile Versus why flipping b*tches Grinding trucks skating ditches Hating all the Harley hating knife is slicing shit like bacon Sick and tired you is fired I’m the truth and you’s the liar The door is shutting and a knife will do you no good You getting nothing while I rock here in Hollywood I’ll tell you something else you can take it to the bank I don’t give a f*ck what none y’all people think Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Oh ya listen what I’m tellin' you (I’m tellin' you) There’s only one king on this hill it sure as hell ain’t you [x2] Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Waking up aggravated
Stupid shit man I hate it B*tches lying b*tches crying Suicidal get in line Gettin' mine bouncin' freaks Loosing sleep countin' sheep Absolute cash and loot Men in black packin' heat Born and blazing rotten raising Fingers up time to waive ‘em Show these players playin' that they better get their ass to prayin' There won’t be nothing but dice after the cut in the gut I am not like ‘em they're gonna wish they never pushed my button The door is shutting and a knife will do you no good You gettin' nothing while I rock here in Hollywood I’ll tell you something else you can take it to the bank I don’t give a f*ck what none of y’all people think Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Feeling Korn going blind Free as hell doing time I’m insane can’t complain Flush you turds down the drain Down the hatch throwing craps Throwing matches on the gas Check the match, check the will Check the ride, paying bills Burning mouths wanna smile If you’re feeling versatile Versus why flipping b*tches Grinding trucks skating ditches Hating all the Harley hating knife is slicing shit like bacon Sick and tired you is fired I’m the truth and you’s the liar The door is shutting and a knife will do you no good You getting nothing while I rock here in Hollywood I’ll tell you something else you can take it to the bank I don’t give a f*ck what none y’all people think Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Oh ya listen what I’m tellin' you (I’m tellin' you) There’s only one king on this hill it sure as hell ain’t you [x2] Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra Holdin' the gold it’s so gold it’s so golden y’all The Golden Cobra |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I got the skills
To pay the bills I don't pop pills But I send chills Up your spine when I rhyme I get wicked You got a booger pick it Sippin' on the fourty Ya know it makes me ***** Spread them legs Grab my ass Fire up the grill and crack the kegs Nobody fear The party's here Everlast is comin' The funky drummer's drummin' Ya only came backstage To make the front page To get me locked up Or get yourself knocked up But I ain't with it Even if I did it I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it My name's Everlast I got the funky rhymes I make more papers than the LA Times I don't do lines But I puff blunts I don't rock fronts But I stuff stunts Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee If ya don't know me Homey, back up off me 'Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead You wind up dead You made your bed Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it Take my advice Homeboy, think twice Before you step up step back Or catch a smack Guess who's back *(He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody gonna scream) (He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody gonna scream) (He's back) Everybody he's back He's back from the dead With the shaved head Don't start to trip Dip, I brought my lead Just in case you wanna **** around I'll stare ya dead in the face And then I'll buck ya down I'll put ya six feet deep Some say talk's cheap But I make big bucks Servin' up punk ducks By the pound I got the sound I never been checked I only get wrecked I kick the willy drag Let my pants sag Don't give up the booty 'Cause I ain't no fag Checkin' out check it I'm prone to wreck shit If ya dig this joint Check the next shit I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact That the white man's back *Repeat I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reese's I come in peace But you'll leave in pieces That's how I'm livin' That's how it goes Everyday I'm sleepin' Every night I'm doin' shows Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got Always wear my hat so I never need a shot Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme And if I have to drive I avoid the one time Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over I don't need luck 'cause I got a four leaf clover Yeah I'm Irish Word to the motherland But on the other hand I love America, apple pie, mom and all that My pockets stay fat Step the **** back Play me close and you catch a mean dose Of my fist Homeboy you get dissed *Repeat |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
fight...
sometimes you gotta fight for your right when you're not sure you're in a fight for your life, right? if you ain't packin' any tactics you might get your ass kicked even if you are a little knuckle head i'm kinda sick of being aggravated, i'm glad i'm hated i guess i'm doin' somethin' right that's what happened back in columbine you gotta know when to stop and don't go over the top 'cuz there's a chamber deep inside the brain that's covered with chains, so don't be shakin' 'em loose and if ya do, i'd be runnin' for the hills 'cuz i'm ready to rock and now i'm playin'for real i gotta... fight.... fight you'd better watch out when my adrenaline kicks i gotta... fight... fight... it's too late you already been hit... damn [chorus] stick 'em stick em' stick em ha ha ha stick em stick em' stick em' yeah, head for the barricade (x2) this world can make you sick to your stomach so i put on my headphones, listen to the deftones it's gettin' crowded in my spaceship livin in a dream, runnin' from a hate machine ya know it's such a drag when there's people talking down to ya cuch a drag thinking everything sucks (do ya?) walk away with the spit on your face? or do ya draw the line just to give 'em a teate? 'cuz i know its never gonna ed, if it happens again i'm going straight for the throat another note, don't forget you had a chance now off of the side lines and ready to dance i gotta... fight.... fight better watch out when my adrenaline kicks i gotta... fight... fight... it's too late you already been hit... damn [chorus] if you got the guts (head for the barricade) then coe on down (head for the barricade) x2 and haed for the barricade fight!! (x8) head for the barricade i ain't playin' around head for the barricade i ain't playin' around [chorus] |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - Home Sweet Home / Bittersweet Symphony [single] (2005)
fight... sometimes you gotta fight for your right when you're not sure you're in a fight for your life, right? if you ain't packin' any tactics you might get your ass kicked even if you are a little knuckle head i'm kinda sick of being aggravated, i'm glad i'm hated i guess i'm doin' somethin' right that's what happened back in columbine you gotta know when to stop and don't go over the top 'cuz there's a chamber deep inside the brain that's covered with chains, so don't be shakin' 'em loose and if ya do, i'd be runnin' for the hills 'cuz i'm ready to rock and now i'm playin'for real i gotta... fight.... fight you'd better watch out when my adrenaline kicks i gotta... fight... fight... it's too late you already been hit... damn [chorus] stick 'em stick em' stick em ha ha ha stick em stick em' stick em' yeah, head for the barricade (x2) this world can make you sick to your stomach so i put on my headphones, listen to the deftones it's gettin' crowded in my spaceship livin in a dream, runnin' from a hate machine ya know it's such a drag when there's people talking down to ya cuch a drag thinking everything sucks (do ya?) walk away with the spit on your face? or do ya draw the line just to give 'em a teate? 'cuz i know its never gonna ed, if it happens again i'm going straight for the throat another note, don't forget you had a chance now off of the side lines and ready to dance i gotta... fight.... fight better watch out when my adrenaline kicks i gotta... fight... fight... it's too late you already been hit... damn [chorus] if you got the guts (head for the barricade) then coe on down (head for the barricade) x2 and haed for the barricade fight!! (x8) head for the barricade i ain't playin' around head for the barricade i ain't playin' around [chorus] |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
Of the mcs that missed it would be the constitution They play their caps backwards still saying wack words No power to (durhust) just a few yes men Raising the question of who gave you a contract They should be fired you're officially retired I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour Back in 89 pe fought the power and in 86 big daddy kane was raw And I was right there on the first floor of the palladium You never played a venue local college or a stadium A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession To earn this is a blessing This skills have me guessing learn cause I'm testing Follow this down no question No doubt check it out You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is Built on lies don't apologize Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall And they'll all take a piece just like the berlin wall And place it on their mantle like a souvenir And what they call a knick-knack is really your career Chorus You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow When it's time to rise ill open the archives When you be in dreams you got 85s Chrome down with the leather package You got a home of your own Youre holding acres I got it made Season tickets to the knickers and the lakers Playing both coasts closed and european festivals Crowd scream decibels x2 In your ear you wanna make rapping your career From arkansas to minnesota I sell out the quota I be the wet dream making cream for promoters We keep the shit right we don't be starting no fights And he wont hold out my dough cause I'm a put out his lights And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved We show love they show it back all problems solved You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump But I ain't quitting till I'm shitting on donald trump So take heed to the verses and styles and versions When you socialize with other mcs And boast your rhymes to company enemies And in any cases that feel is what you want ? ? ? You want to make money money and take every honey Rap charges ain't funny but it boost your career Your penile style is now hanging from a tier Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
[Scott Weiland]
You keep your distance, I can't deny you. I got the feeling, can't satisfy you. I got your picture on the wall. I got the picture while I'm gone. You keep your wishes, (keep you wishes) I'll keep my feelings. There goes along the one that kept me breathing. [Duet] I'm waiting for you, I know your leaving. [Duet] I still adore you. You never need me. [chorus start] [Duet] Hold on. I've found another way to let you go, away. Hold on. You've find another way to play my soul, away. [chorus end] [Fred Durst] The things you told me, To hear you speak. I'm burning slowly, I'm growing weak. You bring me close to, yes, the day, Yes the day's a million miles away. Why can't you hear me? Why can't I see you? And I don't understand what keeps me breathing. I'm waiting for you. I know you're leaving, I'll still adore you, You never need me. [chorus start] [Duet] Hold on. I've found another way to let you go, away. Hold on. You've find another way to play my soul, away. [chorus end] [chorus start] [Duet] Hold on. I've found another way to let you go, away. Hold on. You've find another way to play my soul, away. Hold on. I've found another way to let you go, away. Hold on. You've find another way to play my soul, away. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. [chorus end] |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - Home Sweet Home / Bittersweet Symphony [single] (2005)
You know I'm a dreamer But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were Always wrong Just take this song and you'll never feel Left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm comin' off this Long and winding road I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home You that I've seen To many romantic dreams Up in lights, fallin' off The silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing Keeps me together At the seams I'm on my way Well, I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way Just set me free Home sweet home..
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Ladies and Gentlemen
Introducing the chocolate starfish and the hot dog flavored water Bring it on Get the fuck up YEAH Check 1 2 Listen up listen up Here we go It's a fucked up world And a fucked place Everybody's judge by their fucked up face Fucked up dreams and fucked up life A fucked up kid with a fucked up knife Fucked up mom and fucked up dad It's a fucked up cop with a fucked up badge Fucked up job A fucked up pay And a fucked up boss it's a fucked up day Fucked up press with fucked up lies While my beats is in the back with the fucked up lies Everybody knows this song Everybody knows this song Ain't it a shame that you can't say fuck Fuck's just a word and it's all fucked up Like a fucked up punk with a fucked up mouth A nine inch nail that gets knock the fuck out Fucked up babes with fucked up sex Fake ass tities on a fucked up chest We're all fucked up so whatcha wanna do Well fucked up me and fucked up you YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL YOU'D LIKE TO BURN FROM THE INSIDE YOU'D LIKE TO THINK THAT I'M A PERFECT DRUG JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YOU DO will bring you closer to me Aim like a bitch a fucked up bitch A fucked up sword with a fucked up stich A fucked up head is a fucked up shame Swinging at my nuts is a fucked up game Jaleousy filling up a fucked up mind It's real fucked up like a fucked up crime If I say fuck two more times that's forty six fucks in this fucked up rhyme Everybody knows this song Everybody knows this song YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL YOU'D LIKE TO BURN FROM THE INSIDE YOU'D LIKE TO THINK THAT I'M A PERFECT DRUG JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YOU DO WILL BRING YOU CLOSER TO ME You can't bring me down I don't think so You better check yourself before you wreck yourself Kiss my starfish my chocolate starfish Kiss my starfish my chocolate starfish YOU WANNA FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL YOU WANNA BURN ON THE INSIDE YOU'D LIKE TO THINK THAT I'M A PERFECT DRUG JUST KNOW THAT NOTHING YOU DO WILL BRING YOU CLOSER TO ME |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I rock to ill shit, ya know I kill shit,
An' then build shit, get off my dilznit, 'Cause I don't play that, My style goes way back, I go off my head, ya know I shave my shit, I kicked my shit one time, Gook, F**k the playback! And ya don't quit, I say ya don't quit, 'Cause I'm the Prodigal Son, Ya get well-done, Just like a steak, Gimme A Break, Like Nell Carter, there's tartar on yer teeth, Homeboy ya got beef? Well then ya get broke, 'Cause my crew's no joke, The House o' Pain, Is kickin' up dirt an' if we're inside the jam, ya know we're liftin' up skirts, I'm knockin on your door, honey, Let me in... Grabbin on the snatch, feelin on the skin, 'Cause I'm down with the Freak-mode, baby, I'm at my sexual peak young lady. Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie, Don'tcha f**k around, I'll smack yer knuckles wit a ruler, Just like a nun from a Cath'lic school, I'll make ya drool, an' play the fool, Snatch ya up by th'ears, smack ya up like a queer, Take a puff off my blunt an' then sip my beer. Kick the mean style, Leave bodies in a pile, Everlast's my name, I'm from the House of Pain, Ya know that I never played the punk role, 'Cause I'm the light Irish man wit a funky soul... (Refrain) It's what it is, y'all It's what it is...(x4) You're soft like a feather, ya lil bedwetter, (Son Doobie) Baby, baby, I heard ya caught the rabies, Smoke like forever, quicker than the gender, Son'll be rockin, until tomorrow Bitin on my shit, I hafta say maybe... 'Cause I got the Right One, like Ray Charles, Follow, Swallow, the funk pass the bottle, 'Cause I get wrecked like if I crashed my Auto, I play it, I win it, I done it, I did it, Some say I'm trippin, but right at this minute, I'll freak it, I'll funk it, like a country bumpkin, From Alberquerque, Who's gonna carve the turkey? Ready, serve, entertain like Merv, The Doobie-Funk fellow, smooth like a Jello rip it, sniff it, Panties, I'm a perv. Some say mellow, complicated like a dello, The freakin, who's speakin? Tricks that I'll be beatin, 'Cause I'll be trick-or-treatin, I used to drive a Lincoln. Drivin, speedin, hey Rif, I'm readin! I make more money than that kid, Alex Keaton! (Refrain) Run for the messhall I rip felsh, yes y'all, an' get your grub While I'm rhymin on your dub, Gettin play at the club, What the f**k you gonna do? Then I step to the pub an' crack a brew- I rip shit, kill it, treat ya like a gas tank, take yer ass an' fill it, cut yer gut an' spill it, To where I reside, Put yer face in my pillow Then take ya for a ride An' have ya weepin like a willow. I tax that butt, wax that ass, An' wait for you to beef... Bust a nut in your teeth (Refrain |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
House Of Pain Anthem
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
House Of Pain Anthem
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood Take me out, ya never could Act up in my neighbourhood You better not, my aim is good The House Of Pain is not a gang Just a funky Irish name A Celtic savage makin' cabbage With corn beef on the side Irish pride is what I got I got alot so don't dispute it Constantly I'm suited If ya got a gun then shoot it Pick any beat I rock it I'm always in the pocket You try to ill, I grab my gat And now you see my cock it Next I pull the trigger I don't care if you're bigger You try to con yourself you're bulletproof But how ya figure? The caps that I'll be poppin' They'll have your body droppin' You thought you knew the deal But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin' I'm moppin' up the comp That's short for compitition I write my lyrics like The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen Chorus The House Of Pain in effect, y'all I say the House Of Pain is in effect You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked I'm a beer drinkin' fighter The bike in Easy Rider I only roll my spliffs With the extra easy whiters Papers to vapors Is what you'll all be catchin' Meanwhile I'll be snatchin' Up your hoes and all your dough The styles that I'll be kickin' You know they're finger lickin' Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim Only the offender I go out on a bender Drink a case of brew And then disgrace the crew But only if it's mickeys I never wear no dickeys Only wear the Levi's My whole family cries Chorus |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
I ain't no joke
So you should get a pen And write yourself a little note so you don't forget again When it comes to cash I've been gettin smoked Lendin out my money Now I'm broke Somebody's gettin choked Cause now its time to pay the piper Bums are the type of shit that's in a diaper Don't make me have to call a sniper And wipe your brains off my windshield wiper you dirty bug As soon as I get paid they come in masses There's someone givin classes on kissin peoples asses Unless you're livin where the trash is Don't even come around here askin where my cash is Me I'm broke Me I'm broke I aint no joke I'll say it once again If I get provoked there'll be knuckles on your chin Some people never learn Borrowin from me you might regret it For one I ain't no bank and you got shitty credit As soon as I get paid they're comin out the woodwork Take your ass and get a job like you should jerk Unless you're livin where the trash is But you're not so find another spot where the cash is Me I'm broke Me I'm broke Gimme back my money bum You said you'd pay me back I'm broke and for that You deserve a smackin for slackin Now people say I'm a slacker If I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind You said you'd pay me back I'm broke and for that You deserve a smackin for slackin Now people say I'm a slacker If I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind You said you'd pay me back I'm broke and for that You deserve a smackin for slackin Now people say I'm a slacker If I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind Give me back my money You said you'd pay me back I'm broke and for that You deserve a smackin for slackin Now people say I'm a slacker If I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind You said you'd pay me back I'm broke and for that You deserve a smackin for slackin Now people say I'm a slacker If I'm a slacker Its through the eyes of the ones that are blind |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
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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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
This is not a test, this is reality worlwiddddde
Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Limp Bizkit is in the house. Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Limp Bizkit is in the house Bring it on. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
This is not a test, this is reality worlwiddddde Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Limp Bizkit is in the house. Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Who'se in the house? Limp Bizkit is in the house Bring it on.
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
I just read your letter,
It says that you'll be gone for awhile. Don't you think t'was getting better, I guess I'm just a fool strung-out. [chorus start] What to do? My life is through. Just wanna kill, myself for you. [chorus end] I wonder, just how sympatic you'll be? You've come to take me under, And I forgot all about me. [chorus start] What to do? Life is through. Just wanna kill, myself for you. So tell me why? You say goodbye. And tell me why!?? YOUR FUCKING UP MY WHOLE LIFE! Yeah, Fucking up my whole life, So I'm on my way, I leave today, If I get away, It'll be okay. It'll be okay. [chorus end] I'm looking out a window, Into a world that's taking you from me. And I'm feeling so disgusted, How pathetic can I possibly be ? [chorus start] What to do? Life is through. Just wanna kill, myself for you. So tell me why? You say goodbye. And tell me why!?? YOUR FUCKING UP MY WHOLE LIFE! Yeah, Fucking up my whole life. So I'm on my way, I leave today, If I get away, It'll be okay. It'll be okay. [chorus end] If their's a better place you can take me, Better life you can give me. Whatever place I can start all over. And I would, never need what you gave me. Never need you to save me. And never feel like this life is over. [heavy guitar get it on here] If their's a better place you can take me, Better life you can give me! Whatever place I can start all over! And I would, never need what you gave me! Never need you to save me! And never feel like this life is over! Feel like this life is over. [chorus start] So I'm on my way, I leave today, If I get away, It'll be okay. It'll be okay. [chorus end] |
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| from Limp Bizkit - My Generation [single] (2000) | |||||
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from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x33) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe.. DeBerg.. Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk! |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin
I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x17) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzanegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (x3) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (x33) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe.. DeBerg.. Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk! |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops I came to get down So get out your seats and jump around Jump around Jump up Jump up and get down Jump I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill Listen to the sound that pounds, I jump around I'm no clown, I get down To the funk, listen to the wig out And step to the rear, dear, cause I'm here The P to the E to the T E rockin' The runs in your stockin' So hon, put the lock in Chillin' with the House Of Pain Blood stains the ground Huh, I jump around I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya |
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from V.I.P. (2009)
Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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from Judgment Night (킬러 나이트) [ost] (1992)
Victimized
But you're in bed Stumble out And run dead If it ever paid To self start Environment Make you smart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim, kid I heard it once But not before Begging off And livin' bored My hands are tied Webbed feet again Fell in behind And claim us dead Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Cast this In spite of truth Give it up I'll lie to you Blame and flame this Turnid stat (???) Pointed finger You fall apart Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim Just another victim You played yourself Now you're pointin' fingers How i've robbed and raped ya Bruised and scraped ya But those are just lies Cause in your eyes You've been victimized It's how you size it up You disguise it up And try to make it look real To cover up the low self esteem you feel Introspection And afterthought Swimmin' in guilt's your favorite sport But now you're caught up In the undertow, You never knew a man Could sink so low But now you know Cause you're John Doe In a black bag A tag on your toe I built the House I felt the Pain You're victimized But got no one to blame Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Just another victim You're just another victim, kid Holy diver I'm a surviver Feeling like DeNiro In Taxi Driver With Jodi Foster And Harvy Keitel Looks like I'm walkin' Through a livin' hell So spark that owl And I'll get lifted Feelin the effects Of what my spliff did Cause I'm gifted I read Sun Tzu I bought a gun too So you'll never come too The weight of the world Ridin' on my shoulders Cause I'm a soldier I thought I told ya You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid You're just another victim You're just another victim, kid |
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