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from Real Steel (리얼 스틸) [ost] (2011)
카루니젤1
국제재무관리 기적 (Duet With 이소은) 김동률 기억의 습작 김동률 다시 사랑한다 말할까 김동률 곡 184 | 담기 4 | 추천 0 |
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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 [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 [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 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 [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 [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 [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 [Deluxe Version] (2011)
There's a motherfucking killer on the loose
And he'll destroy every single one of you You better watch it cause he's looking for your ass now Better lock all your doors and shut the house down He's making a list and he's checking it twice He was born pissed and he's ready to slice His reality ain't like yours or mine He can shed blood I hope it ain't mine He don't give a fuck if your crying for help He was born blind in the chambers of hell Satan gave his homeboy a license to kill And if he comes knocking I'm going to show him the deal What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to find the killer in you He's got a trunk full of hatches and shit Bombs, gasoline, matches and shit Anything to make a human die quick Creeping in the night like some superfly shit So scandalous and everything about him is wrong Chainsaw starting up at the crack of dawn Leatherface is a pussy he don't compare He'll have you shitting in your motherfucking underwear All your homies coming hard better get a grip He'll kill your wife and your baby sleeping in the crib We got to stop and shut this motherfucker down Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to go and find the killer in you Lay that motherfucker on the curb Let's find the killer in you Show that motherfucker the deal And now it's real And now it's real Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to go and find the killer in you |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
I'm a loser yes it's true
Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Check it out Back in the days there was ways I was movin on guns all ablaze Pullin on the past like I do Still can't forgive all the abuse That aint no way to rise from the crib Still runnin hard from the shit Why you wanna push my buttons? Makin sure that I feel nothin? Do you really think you need to remind me Everytime every single second that I'm alive Just to make yourself feel better? I don't think so I just wanna do it all right Find me better place in this life We bring out the worst in each other That aint no way to love one another I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back. I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Check it out Do you remember when we both used to be so in love for eternity? All the promises that we made All our friends said we had it made Yeah, there were times we were rough Times we were down, world spinnin round Everybody goes through a brawl But me and you could crash through it all We were both lions in a cage We were both livin through the rage We were still afraid and we both had everything but didn't have it made I'm really feelin bad that we both gonna have to say goodbye now (Goodbye) But it is what it is baby I'm gonna have to take a time out (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) [SOLO WES] I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Goodbye! I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you [ Autotunage Intro ] |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
And that's the way the night rain flows
It's known to feel no shame It comes through all open windows But when their closed we know the rain will still remain the same Pouring off what's left of me Driving me so recklessly into my own Cobain But then the lion ran away and left his lioness There's no one left to bring the prey I guess I pushed away the only one who really cared Take the pain that's always there Roam around, be nowhere, but in my own Cobain I can't believe it's over I can't believe I'm broken Would someone tell me that it's all just dreamin' I need myself a brand new meanin' And that's the way that life moves on, it's so mysterious Wish I could have a crystal ball But you know life it's just so bitter sweet You know the taste loving you is not erased Emotions are all yours to take That's the way it's played Broken hearts and broken dreams In my mind I cannot scream Never seems the way it seems But you know me and I will always be the way You want me to but not today It's never true, take some time to breathe, in my own Cobain I can't believe it's over I can't believe I'm broken Would someone tell me that it's all just dreamin' I need myself a brand new meanin' I can't believe it's over I can't believe I'm broken Would someone tell me that it's all just dreamin' I need myself a brand new meanin' Ya! Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh oh Ya! Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh oh Ya! Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh oh! Ya! Oh oh, Oh oh You're amazing, so amazing I been spendin' most of my time pretendin' Maybe, you would save me You're amazing, so amazing |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Another one of those days
Feelin like a shovel With a lot of shit in the way Gonna clear me a path Right to the culprit Straight to your fucked up past This ain't about rage It's about disrespect You shoulda thought about that Before your track went flat Homie what the deal? Why you talkin' shit like that? I've had enough drama I don't need a chump Talkin' that trash in pajamas Heated up like a sauna Time to pay the piper I ain't givin' hope like Obama I'm spittin out flames Better hit the deck I'ma mic check them games You don't need a new coach You need a new neck Hoarse (of course?) I connect with your throat Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap Check 1-2 I ain't even through Givin you grief Put another stain on your teeth Back up on your feet Call in the rescue Better get the whole damn fleet This attack ain't stealth It's worldwide Homicide bad for your health what I'm goin straight for the gut Closin them minds Sewin them lips straight shut Go ahead put it on me Show me what you got Why you get robbed like a zombie It's a one man army Puff Puff give Watch em get smoked like a cig You heard of Freedy Kruger? I'm kinda like that With a red cap and a Ruger Still slingin it to ya Microphone hustla Bad motha fucka Screw ya. Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! My nose is running like me from the police It's been three weeks and I ain't got no sleep Now I'm chilling where the players and the hoes be, With two broke hands trying to roll weed Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You might maybe know a lot of things, baby, not this! And I'll do it all again for you, watch this, As I limp my ass back to the cockpit Now start it up, let the engine roll And all the people in the moshpit scream for more! (Yeah!) You scream for more! (Yeah!) And light it up Cuz the way we live our lives seems right to us Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! Woke up in the morning in the county jail, And I can't remember yesterday that well! Hell I, can't remember when I slept that well, I told this girl I've been fucked and get my belt. Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You probably heard it all before, baby, not this! Hear is the shout to you ladies with the hot tits Courtesy of Limp Bizkit on some rock shit (C'mon) Now here we go, (C'mon) start it up! Should I remind you motherfuckers that I don't give a fuck (Hell no) I never have, (Hell yea) I never will And I will always understand how the haters feel Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody's got one! [Solo Wes] Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Down in a hole there are so many ways
To find yourself some light It's always the miracles Keep waiting all you like Ain't got no time to waste I know the end is near And if i run away I'll always end up here Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need I can't escape the tragedy That always brings me down If i could eliminate Those things that make me frown Take all the baggage That follows me around And just disintegrate Burn it to the ground Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Oh no, guess who's back
Trapped with the flow like a gatlin blow Walk with the Limp is the pirate pimp On a nightmare track when the smackdown go Stop with the psycho, vibrate, hybrid Ninnies get plucked from your eye lid Get that? Y'all better come quick, better come fast I'mma drop a match in ya gas BOOM Every hit don't lie Pitch you a fit when your shit don't fly Eat you alive, got that punk? Spit this fire to the Bizkit funk Uno, dos, tres in ya face Catch me a case when you run from the ghost, with a cut in the clip, one little slip The alligator grip gonna turn you to toast So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Round 2, stagger to your feet Homies in ya corner thought ya done with the sleep This one oughta do it, so step it on back Or you can see the stars when ya knocked out flat I'mma tell ya something, ya probably never knew Tangle with the lion you gon' end up in the zoo Check out all ya crew lookin in my cage It's feedin' time player I'mma eat you like a plague Times are gettin' tough but I ain't had enough This heavy metal beatin' on ya brain is gonna crush Oh what a rush, like a million women Sour on the crush with all of you lemons [wrong! The band changed this line in the final version of this song!] Maybe I'm explicit but man it's just The Bizkit Having me some fun with you dumb little tricklets You know who you are, you insecure gorillas The underdog Freddy D now became ya killa So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry oh yeah I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry |
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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 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 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 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 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 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 Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
There's a motherfucking killer on the loose
And he'll destroy every single one of you You better watch it cause he's looking for your ass now Better lock all your doors and shut the house down He's making a list and he's checking it twice He was born pissed and he's ready to slice His reality ain't like yours or mine He can shed blood I hope it ain't mine He don't give a fuck if your crying for help He was born blind in the chambers of hell Satan gave his homeboy a license to kill And if he comes knocking I'm going to show him the deal What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to find the killer in you He's got a trunk full of hatches and shit Bombs, gasoline, matches and shit Anything to make a human die quick Creeping in the night like some superfly shit So scandalous and everything about him is wrong Chainsaw starting up at the crack of dawn Leatherface is a pussy he don't compare He'll have you shitting in your motherfucking underwear All your homies coming hard better get a grip He'll kill your wife and your baby sleeping in the crib We got to stop and shut this motherfucker down Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to go and find the killer in you Lay that motherfucker on the curb Let's find the killer in you Show that motherfucker the deal And now it's real And now it's real Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to go and find the killer in you |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
I'm a loser yes it's true
Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Check it out Back in the days there was ways I was movin on guns all ablaze Pullin on the past like I do Still can't forgive all the abuse That aint no way to rise from the crib Still runnin hard from the shit Why you wanna push my buttons? Makin sure that I feel nothin? Do you really think you need to remind me Everytime every single second that I'm alive Just to make yourself feel better? I don't think so I just wanna do it all right Find me better place in this life We bring out the worst in each other That aint no way to love one another I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back. I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Check it out Do you remember when we both used to be so in love for eternity? All the promises that we made All our friends said we had it made Yeah, there were times we were rough Times we were down, world spinnin round Everybody goes through a brawl But me and you could crash through it all We were both lions in a cage We were both livin through the rage We were still afraid and we both had everything but didn't have it made I'm really feelin bad that we both gonna have to say goodbye now (Goodbye) But it is what it is baby I'm gonna have to take a time out (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) [SOLO WES] I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you Through the good times and the bad Feels like I'm losing all I've ever had Goodbye! I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back (Goodbye) I just wanna be okay There aint nothin wrong with that (Goodbye) I'm losing my life away Losin myself and I want it back I'm a loser yes it's true Feels like I'm losing since I met you [ Autotunage Intro ] |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Another one of those days
Feelin like a shovel With a lot of shit in the way Gonna clear me a path Right to the culprit Straight to your fucked up past This ain't about rage It's about disrespect You shoulda thought about that Before your track went flat Homie what the deal? Why you talkin' shit like that? I've had enough drama I don't need a chump Talkin' that trash in pajamas Heated up like a sauna Time to pay the piper I ain't givin' hope like Obama I'm spittin out flames Better hit the deck I'ma mic check them games You don't need a new coach You need a new neck Hoarse (of course?) I connect with your throat Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap Check 1-2 I ain't even through Givin you grief Put another stain on your teeth Back up on your feet Call in the rescue Better get the whole damn fleet This attack ain't stealth It's worldwide Homicide bad for your health what I'm goin straight for the gut Closin them minds Sewin them lips straight shut Go ahead put it on me Show me what you got Why you get robbed like a zombie It's a one man army Puff Puff give Watch em get smoked like a cig You heard of Freedy Kruger? I'm kinda like that With a red cap and a Ruger Still slingin it to ya Microphone hustla Bad motha fucka Screw ya. Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! My nose is running like me from the police It's been three weeks and I ain't got no sleep Now I'm chilling where the players and the hoes be, With two broke hands trying to roll weed Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You might maybe know a lot of things, baby, not this! And I'll do it all again for you, watch this, As I limp my ass back to the cockpit Now start it up, let the engine roll And all the people in the moshpit scream for more! (Yeah!) You scream for more! (Yeah!) And light it up Cuz the way we live our lives seems right to us Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! Woke up in the morning in the county jail, And I can't remember yesterday that well! Hell I, can't remember when I slept that well, I told this girl I've been fucked and get my belt. Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You probably heard it all before, baby, not this! Hear is the shout to you ladies with the hot tits Courtesy of Limp Bizkit on some rock shit (C'mon) Now here we go, (C'mon) start it up! Should I remind you motherfuckers that I don't give a fuck (Hell no) I never have, (Hell yea) I never will And I will always understand how the haters feel Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody's got one! [Solo Wes] Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Down in a hole there are so many ways
To find yourself some light It's always the miracles Keep waiting all you like Ain't got no time to waste I know the end is near And if i run away I'll always end up here Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need I can't escape the tragedy That always brings me down If i could eliminate Those things that make me frown Take all the baggage That follows me around And just disintegrate Burn it to the ground Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Oh no, guess who's back
Trapped with the flow like a gatlin blow Walk with the Limp is the pirate pimp On a nightmare track when the smackdown go Stop with the psycho, vibrate, hybrid Ninnies get plucked from your eye lid Get that? Y'all better come quick, better come fast I'mma drop a match in ya gas BOOM Every hit don't lie Pitch you a fit when your shit don't fly Eat you alive, got that punk? Spit this fire to the Bizkit funk Uno, dos, tres in ya face Catch me a case when you run from the ghost, with a cut in the clip, one little slip The alligator grip gonna turn you to toast So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Round 2, stagger to your feet Homies in ya corner thought ya done with the sleep This one oughta do it, so step it on back Or you can see the stars when ya knocked out flat I'mma tell ya something, ya probably never knew Tangle with the lion you gon' end up in the zoo Check out all ya crew lookin in my cage It's feedin' time player I'mma eat you like a plague Times are gettin' tough but I ain't had enough This heavy metal beatin' on ya brain is gonna crush Oh what a rush, like a million women Sour on the crush with all of you lemons [wrong! The band changed this line in the final version of this song!] Maybe I'm explicit but man it's just The Bizkit Having me some fun with you dumb little tricklets You know who you are, you insecure gorillas The underdog Freddy D now became ya killa So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry oh yeah I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry |
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from Limp Bizkit - Shotgun [single] (2011)
what you’re gonna do when you’re sitting all alone
in your empty ass home with the mother– sawed-off pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship (repeat) my nose is running like me from the police it’s been three weeks and i ain’t got no sleep now i’m chillin where the players and the hoes be, with two broke hands trying to roll weed ……. pop pop p-pop off the rock ship you might maybe know a lot of things, baby, not this and i’ll do it all again for you, watch this as i limp my ass back to the cockpit now start it up, let the engine roll and all the people in the moshpit scream for more (yeah!) you scream for more! (yeah!) and light it up cuz the way we live our lives seems right to us let me tell you people what you need to know you’ve gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow you’ve also gotta know when you need to run you hear that … that’s the sound of a shotgun! everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun in my neighborhood, everybody got one (repeat) what you’re gonna do when you’re sitting all alone in your empty ass home with the mother— sawed-off pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship (repeat) woke up in the morning in the county jail, and i can’t remember yesterday that well hell i, can’t remember when i slept that well, i told this girl i’ve been f– and get my belt. cuz i pop pop p-pop off the rock ship you probably heard it all before, baby, not this hear is the shout to you ladies with the hot t courtesy of limp bizkit on some rock sh!t now here we go, start it up! should i remind you mother— that i don’t give a f**k (hell no) i never have, (hell yeah) i never will and i will always understand how the haters feel let me tell you people what you need to know you’ve gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow you’ve also gotta know when you need to run you hear that … that’s the sound of a shotgun! everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun in my neighborhood, everybody got one (repeat) everybody’s got one pop off the rock ship pop pop p-pop off the rock ship (repeat) |
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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 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 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 House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Runnin up on ya
The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Shin Fane It's the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she lach lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya mom And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fan I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's white Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my draws And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4
Uplift your soul Get your house in order MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku Who you gonna lie to Before I crucify you Hammer to the nails My face impailen' My acid flashbacks got everything trailin' I'm sailen blind on the open sea Like an overload of Coatahacian refugees And I'm on my knees My face on the rug One more frustration for my salvation My jinns buggin up Got me fuckin' up Callin' my flesh But my sole wouldn't mesh [Chorus] So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4 I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me I thought I was lost but thank god you found me I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried...Lord I tried To make the best of what I got I keep on takin' my shots From the critics and the media That's what it be to ya But you can stick it where the sun don't shine 'Cause I'm goin for mine I rock it all the time HERE COME THE PAIN [CHORUS] Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode be re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady But, you and me be hush hush The word be mush If you take the low pro I'll still give you some 'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Vietkong I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish I'll grant your every wish [CHORUS] |
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from Rhino Hi-Five: Rap [Vol 2] (2006)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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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 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 - Home Sweet Home / Bittersweet Symphony [single] (2005)
Stop everything
something is not feeling right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed What can I do I've got an idea I think I'll just become a priest Decieving them with my belief I'll preach about what life is worth And cover my sins with their shirts My demons can run around free No one will suspect a thing I'll show them its okay to lust A priest the children can trust I found a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Somethings not right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed What can I do I've got an idea I think I'll just become a priest Decieving them with my belief I'll preach about what life is worth And cover my sins with their shirts My demons can run around free No one will suspect a thing I'll show them its okay to lust A priest the children can trust I found a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Oh my god I'm watching TV I cant Oh whats this world coming to I see a priest molesting children I see terrorists blowing up buildins I see someone in rage Killing Dimebag on stage What the fuck is this What the fuck is this I got a kid Should I send him to Sunday School I got a kid Should I send him to Sunday School So you can fuck him Oh no you aint gonna fuck him How bout this I dont fucking know who I can trust In this world and I'm gonna blow One more time I'm not that scared Something is not feeling right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Check one I don't like the radio I don't like tv They're selling so much shit these days And this shit is not who I want to be I don't like officials Using rank to pretend they're not crooks I don't like the tricks played on kids in those shitty teen metal books I don't like my heros To kill themselves with the drugs I don't think sucess can fill you up when you need love I don't like the whores That try to fuck you for your game I don't like my childhood And do not need someone else to blame This is the channel I'm dialed into I already know you are dialed in too This is the channel I'm dialed into and I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too Come on I don't like this music I don't like this band I like what we're about and mock what you cannot understand I don't like being paranoid I don't like that I'm breeding again but I accept all these cards I've been dealt And do not be your motherfucking friend This is the channel I'm dialed into I already know you are dialed in too This is the channel I'm dialed into and I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too Who gives a fuck about what I like who gives a fuck about who listens as long as I'm here as long as you know you can keep me here for whenever you get lost or you need an excuse to coverup your intentions you hate that I express how I'm feeling you hate that you relate to this shit you hate that I'm a tick a motherfucking tick you're finding hard to forget This is the channel I'm dialed into I already know you are dialed in too This is the channel I'm dialed into and I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Check! Shut the fuck up! You shut the fuck up! Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? (I ain't nobody) That's the question, the question at hand. Oh, man, fuck this. Fuck this! (I ain't nobody) You know, I lost my place a long time ago about fifty fucking rhymes ago I'm wrecking again I'm seriously considering checking myself in Locked inside this key chamber There's millions of keys inside but only one can stop my anger and I'm not fading away, so I'll just have to die Chorus: Unlocking the doors in my mind How many doors will I find? I think I got the key I guess I'll just try another if that's the key Unlocking the doors in my mind How many doors will I find? I think I got the key I guess I'll just try another if that's the key |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Stop everything something is not feeling right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed What can I do I've got an idea I think I'll just become a priest Decieving them with my belief I'll preach about what life is worth And cover my sins with their shirts My demons can run around free No one will suspect a thing I'll show them its okay to lust A priest the children can trust I found a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Somethings not right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed What can I do I've got an idea I think I'll just become a priest Decieving them with my belief I'll preach about what life is worth And cover my sins with their shirts My demons can run around free No one will suspect a thing I'll show them its okay to lust A priest the children can trust I found a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Oh my god I'm watching TV I cant Oh whats this world coming to I see a priest molesting children I see terrorists blowing up buildins I see someone in rage Killing Dimebag on stage What the fuck is this What the fuck is this I got a kid Should I send him to Sunday School I got a kid Should I send him to Sunday School So you can fuck him Oh no you aint gonna fuck him How bout this I dont fucking know who I can trust In this world and I'm gonna blow One more time I'm not that scared Something is not feeling right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Uh, yeah!
Tell ′em how to sell it This propaganda Don′t tell me how to keep my composure It ain′t over ′till I get me some closure Wanted dead or alive here′s my profile Hostile is the frame for my state of grace Severly a mental disorder Where reality is highly distorted Psychosis weaken the mind Inclined in small doses As we approach this A relentless quest for revengence While those who expose and pretend this Life, is just a big ball of cherries A bunch of fairies Screamin′ to be scary It′s propaganda Sell it to the innocent Oh yeah they′re buyin′ it Just show up to rebel again I′m a maniac Hard one to handle You′d better come packin more than a scandal Fucked over from the times I′ve been greatful Fucked over in the times I′ve been hateful Main attraction fuck you and your prissy (*pussy*??) mouth Come again flip, now we got some action On and on is the name that they gave me And your misery came here to save me It′s propaganda Sell it to the innocent Aw yeah they′re buyin′ it Just show up to rebel again It′s propaganda Sell it to the innocent Fuck yeah they′re buyin′ it Just show up to rebel again Mommy! Fuck it! Who is phony If fate would turn me You don′t know me But I made you Who is phony Their fate is lonely You don′t know me But I made you Who is phony Their fate is lonely You don′t know me But I make you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I mate you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I mate you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I mate you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I mate you I mate you I mate you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me I made you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I made you I mate you I made you I mate you Yeah I mate you |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
just live and let die
check check check comon if you could take a minute of your life a certain minute when you feel the lightning strike danger is the only level of that moment but it's your moment and you know you'll fucking own it glorified in the grace by your victory when your done you escape without memory blindfolded through this life as we learn and consequences when the wrong pages turn it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next at some point we come down from the highs it's no big deal we move on with our lives and some of us let the last color cries do the math you can laugh when I die if life is just a fantasy life then could you live this fantasy life for soemthing would you just remember that the are not posable and the mother fucking heroes are dispsable it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next Just live and let die just live an let just live and let just live and let die Just live and let die just live an let just live and let so what about the hardcore that ain't hard anymore or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore or the old fighters that can't fight anymore or the white kid's who ain't white anymore or the actors that don't act anymore or the rappers that don't rap anymore or the hipsters that don't hip anymore or the limpsters that don't limip anymore come on Just live and let die just live an let just live and let just live and let die Just live and let die just live an let just live and let Just live and let die but no it's impossible just to live your life and let us die oh mother fuck that you wanna talk about some shit let's talk about the hardcore that ain't hard anymore or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore or the old fighters that can't fight anymore or the white kid's who ain't white anymore or the actors that don't act anymore or the rappers that don't rap anymore or the hipsters that don't hip anymore or the limpsters that don't limip anymore come on it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Don't label me a monster I'm a monster just like you Don't label me a victim Cause I'm a victim just like you I'm a victim just like you When your heart aches You can know that mine aches too And when you run away I run away like you I run away like you I do But you know theres a part of me that will always let you down And you know theres a part of me that will always make you cry And you know theres a part of me that just wont let you die Inside cause I surrender I surrender into you I do Keep surrendering to you I do I do I surrender just for you for yes |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
You can't sleep
you're restless and slightly obsessed with falling too deep and malfunction you're a virus who's intention is fucking up something You're a crater on the face of a problem much greater It's the violence or lack thereof control Body and soul digging a hole Is the blood stainless Enjoy the pain with accepting your grief Are you finished Dumb fucking question don't let yourself fall a sleep Ressurect the intention Once your vision is now mass produced Imagine the insults a blessing Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Just imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth The pendulum swinging hypnosis is taking control now you linger on a shadow of doubt Have you really figured what you're all about Don't trust your instincts Just open the chamber where you keep those darkest regrets All the things you've done wrong Rebellious at heart all along Is your leader a voice Somehow you replaced all your game with a debt Now the payback's a bitch Why owe your life to a bitch Absolutely pathetic and regret it when told you are made of mistakes Imagine the insults a blessing Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Now speak to your leader Now speak to your leader Your father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name deliver us from evil deliver us from evil Your father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name deliver us from evil deliver us from evil Our father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name deliver me from evil deliver me from evil Our father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name deliver me from evil deliver me from evil Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth |
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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 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
He who breaks the law shall be punished Back to the House of Pain Back to the House of Pain (Sample from the movie "The Island of Dr. Moreau") |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
"Stop!.......
The law has been broken! He who breaks the law, shall be punished! Back to the House Of Pain!" "Back to the House Of Pain!" |
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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 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 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 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 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 - 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)
Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn
I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn Top o the morn, rise and shine LA swine, got no spine Drop that stick, pig, my crew's real thick Drop your gun, pig, and get a real dick I got my gat cause I don't trust ya Play me close and make me nervous, I'll bust ya LA's no joke, the cops don't care They'll beat ya down till there's just a fuckin' hair Of life left in ya, then they'll pin ya Way out in Wayside, watch your backside White and black crime is what goes on And life goes on * And life goes on (x13) And on and on till the break of dawn And on to the next day, ay yo, by the way Did you know about the science of creation About the Masons, about their nation Of disarm, this arm, a lega lega or a head To the thirty-third degree, you know that's me Ease back, so ease off or I'll squeeze off My clip, please don't trip, or we's gonna flip The House Of Pain makes clouds a rains On parades, I wear shades when it's sunny Sometimes I rock funny, I ain't in it for the money But I get mine before the show goes on And life goes on *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out!
The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil But that's just because they don't know what I know And that's just because they can't flow like I flow I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay And knock your motherfucking fronts out Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out I turn the little scunts out And I got the hookers callin' me pops Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen I bed the wenches cause you know I'm a pagan The House Of Pain, that's the name of my crew You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin' You need to start puffin' and relax Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show * Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house I said Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house One for the road, this is one for the road For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road Tura lura lura, tura lura lie Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight Step up, your blood, I spill it Put on the beat, I kill it I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color's green But I'll beat ya black and blue, cause I'm always with my crew *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Yea, check it out now
Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill If you're steppin' up next Ya better flex that skill The House Of Pain is in full effect Everybody in the place give full respect If your girl's in the house keep the ho in check And if I'm bustin' off caps, you better hit the deck Steppin' on stage with the fly routines I'm hemmin' up suckers like bell bottom jeans I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish style The money back guarantee, I make it worth your while I'm layin' out fools like kitchen tile You come around with a frown, and ya leave in a pile Step back man, I ain't a black man But everytime I grab the mike I rock a phat jam Without the Slimfast, and if I skim past You know I step up and get a ho with gym blast I give her what she wants, even if she fronts The Hill is down with the House, they got the philly blunts Ya know we roll 'em up, and then we light 'em up And then we puff them up and pass them So Danny Boy blasts 'em I got the shell-toed Adidas, with the fat strings The Celtic crosses, and the claudor rings The straight edges razor and the marther pump You heard me shit clickin', now it's time to jump Jump around just like a frog on a log Fuck the Dukes because I like Boss Hogg I'm hittin' home runs like my man Wade Boggs And if you try to act stupid, I'm droppin' the dogs Every time I go to town People start kickin' my dog around It makes no difference if my dog's a hound (hound) You better stop kickin' my dog around * Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit(x4) Now I've droppin' records since the age of seventeen First I came solo, but I now I got a team It's the four man crew, with the Irish stew You catch us puffin' on a blunt, and sippin' a brew What's up with that brew, man, hurry up and finish Now grab the bar maid and order me another Guinness You can drink the Guiness while I'm sippin' on the mickeys When it comes to hookers, yo, the Everlast is picky Always got my hat in case I come across a quicky And when I do my shows I get the hoes all hot and sticky The House Of Pain is in full effect, yea I say the House Of Pain is in full effect You know the House Of Pain is in full effect, yea And anyone who steps up is gettin' wrecked *Repeat(x2) Check it out now! Owww! I said the House Of Pain! We out |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I rip shit like a bow when I flow
When I score points with the joints that I throw Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see I break backs, make tracks and get funky There's now where to run to cause nobody cares MC's drop to your knees, say your prayers The luck of the Irish is about to kick in Prepare to die and notify your next of kin I'm goin' all out, buck, duck and call out That's how I'm livin, punk you better call out This is the House of Pain To come inside is insane * I'll put your head out (4x) Jump up spread out I'll put your head out I'll put your head out Put put your head out Jump up spread out I'll put your head out Hey what up punk?(punk) I'll put your head out Who steps the booze When the hoods wanna take a cruise They're feelin' the effects of the booze Ain't no clues to hold with them fools Who got smoked even though they scrat crews You got bruise but I got the booma Trigger to blast ya askin the bull Take my life shit, I'll take you to school In the do what's the difference if your think of droppin Jews Carbon copy think you're so cool Stop dreamin' and hallucinatin' You're caught up in a piece of pain Clip clip, punk, now you're thinkin' oh shit Quit while you're ahead before I fill you full of lead *Repeat Blessed with the gift, and gifts with the rhyme I never say quit when I'm out to get mine It's live and let die, sit back and get high Smokin' a fat blunt, waitin' for some punk To act up like he's got somethin' in him Then I grab the mike and start spittin' out venom Coughin' up headstones, blowin' out headphones Steppin' to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone It's nothin' personal, that's how it goes, G Step up with beef, and you'll wind up losin' teeth Cause I don't give up the mike that easy Step back, this ain't government cheese, G You can stand in line, but you ain't gettin' it Talk all the shit you want, but I ain't sweatin' it *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Yo, the time has come
For everyone to clean up their own backyard Before they go knocking on their neighbor's door The House of Pain is cleaning up, sweeping up, clocking up Check it, check yourself before you check another It's the House of Pain, Pain, Pain.. |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin' On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin' On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin' The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz No one has it, just us that's it If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man You got no heart, here comes the good part I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down No fuckin' around Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me You shouldn't play, and by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya * (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (2x) (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) Greetin's, salutations Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam Crack the bottle, rev the throttle Put the gear in, now you're stearin' Like Mario Antretti So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked Noise like a cricket Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy So just say no, but I say go Straight to hell, I kiss and tell So if you're a ho, all my friends know What you gotta say, let's hit the hay And have no delay, and yo, by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya *Repeat Extra extra, read all about it How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it! The House Of Pain soon will reign Over the hip hop scene and like golden green I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin' Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in' And how do I know that she's funk? I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony So never ever try to play me out like a phony Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya *Repeat |
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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 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 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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