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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 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!.......
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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 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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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
Build a bridge to your mind
Takes me there everytime Lay it all on the line If there's a way Build a bridge make a path Over look the aftermath Make my tears be your bath If there's a way Only if you'll take a ride Go with me to the other side Even though it's gonna crumble down gonna crumble down I'll keep building till you come around till you come around Even though it's gonna fall apart break my heart break my heart I'll keep building till i die Build a bridge of memories Stretch it out overseas To the end of the world If there's a way Build a bridge made of pain Send my longing down the drain Have no reasons to complain If there's a way Only if you'll take a ride Go with me to the other side Even though it's gonna crumble down gonna crumble down I'll keep building till you come around till you come around Even though it's gonna fall apart break my heart break my heart I'll keep building till i die Wait Wait Wait wait for me wait wait wait please wait for me Wait Wait Wait wait for me wait wait wait please wait for me Even though it's gonna crumble down gonna crumble down I'll keep building till you come around till you come around Even though it's gonna fall apart break my heart I'll keep building till i die Even though it's gonna crumble down gonna crumble down I'll keep building till you come around till you come around Even though it's gonna fall apart break my heart I'll keep building till i die |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
Hey kid who you lookin' at
Why you standin' all up in my face like that You ain't never seen a baseball bat A maniac knockin' on your babeball cap You better step about ten paces back Or you'll be layin' where your shoe laces at Go do what your momma told you And don't be actin' like a punk thinkin' your a soldier I see you got a cell phone i got a number you can dial son make it 911 Tell 'em stop at hef's house on the way kid Pick up some playmates but only if they naked Don't know how you do in your city But 'round here we gettin' down to the nitty gritty And i hate to put you out like that But you've been burnin' like a fire with a mouth like that Take me back to yesterday Rollin' dice and getting laid Everything was a o k oh But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talkin' this and that again oh Let's break it down for a minute And roll it on up in third gear for a minute I got the 21's bumpin' on my benz and I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends and I don't really give a fuck about What these player hatin' pussies give a fuck about 'cause i'm a night ranger never been a stranger My two way pager is lookin' for some danger Zoolander hit you with the magnum Everybody get your groove on if you have one And if you ain't got it then admit it It's limpbizkit time for you to get it All around the world and this 45 prevost Everywhere we go we watch it on the tivo And now you're layin' in the bed you made Drinkin' hatorade think about it Take me back to yesterday Rollin' dice and getting laid Everything was a o k oh But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talkin' this and that again go Leave thinkin' that you're all that and then some I've got news for you all radio is dead So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some Man i got news for you all radio is dead the radio is dead Let me guess you ain't that impressed Mister hale tosis of the breath Livin' lifestyles of the wish you would From the back isles of the thrifty good See i i got room to talk kid I been layin' this track since north cackilack And the very first day that you fell out the sack I was in some fat laces spinnin' on my back Let me think let me roll let me ride Let me put some funk in the trunk triple 5 And a memory that can easy your pain Like a melody from kurt cobain 'cause ya' never know when it's all gonna end And ya' never know when you'll call on a friend So you better take a step to prepare yourself 'cause the way you're livin' now ain't good for your health Thinkin' that you're all that and then some I've got news for you all radio is dead So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some Man i got news for you all radio is dead Thinkin' that you're all that and then some I've got news for you all radio is dead So you're thinkin' that you're all that and then some Man i got news for you all radio is dead all radio is dead |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
The end is near, my summer days
All great things go away Feel the cold coming 'round the bend Everything is going to change again. down another day, down another day. Oh, the winter I adore Summer's gone forevermore Someday, it should come back to me Seasons change set me free down another day, down another day. Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) In the morning, the sun rise (will never let you down) If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) and when she's golden the ocean (will never let you down) The end is near, my winter flame Change is melting everything Now it's time to say hello Seasons come, seasons go down another day, down another day. Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) In the morning, the sun rise.... (will never let you down) If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) and when she's golden the ocean (will never let you down) I keep saying good-bye, keep saying good-bye, keep saying good-bye Well, she's always coming back. She keeps coming back. She keeps coming back. I keep saying good-bye, keep saying good-bye, keep saying good-bye Then, she's always coming back. She keeps coming back. You keep coming back. Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) In the morning, the sun rise.... (will never let you down) If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) and when she's golden the ocean (will never let you down) down another day, down another day (will never let you down) down another day, down another day |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
it's getting closer to the end
every part of me then disaster takes its toll and how i'm left with only me maybe sorrow plays a roll when you feel unkind your abuse is edicine and i'm forever lost in time [chorus] save me save me, before i drown its getting closer to the end i look back and smile we conquered every single bump in my road made it all worth while just remember how i cared when it came crashing down like to toast always hanging around. [chorus] maybe life ain't what it seems 'cuz it's all a dream forgive me sometimes i feel like a fool 'cuz i' so uncool forgive me. |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
hey you
miss i don’t know what the fuck your name is i’m drawn to you, something’s magnetic here if i could approach you or even get close to the scent that you left behind I’d be fine no doubt that you bring out the animal inside chorus i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive hey you miss too good to look my way and that’s cool you want nothing at all to do with me but i want you, ain’t nothing wrong with wanting you ‘ cause i’m a man and i can think what the hell i want you got that straight no doubt that i’d love to sniff on them panties now chorus i’m sorry, so sorry (damn you’re so hot) your beauty is so vain (damn you’re so hot) it drives me, yes it drives me (damn you’re so hot) absolutely insane i just wanna look at you, i just wanna look at you i just wanna look at you all day there ain’t nothing wrong, no there ain’t nothing with that once you seep in under my skin there’s nothing, there’s nothing in this world that could wash you away once you seep in under my skin there’s nothing, there’s nothing in this world that could wash you away i’m sorry, so sorry (damn you’re so hot) your beauty is so vain (damn you’re so hot) it drives me, yes it drives me (damn you’re so hot) absolutely insane chorus |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
hold up it's the motherfuckin' concrete
suicidal nightshift loaded with a vice grip poppin' all you copies who keep waterin' down shit thinking you can rap with that artificial outfit your baggy pants and bottle of crack hits fuck all of that shit fuck all of you posers let go of the mic kid step into a world that you've never seen when i'm fiening for a microphone i'm a microphone fiend bring on the motherfuckin' cutthroat, territorial piss off spit the deadly and ready for lift-off who's getting their shit tossed? is it the one kid running his mouth that he's sucking his thumb with? you're damn straight i'll put it right in 'em no anti-venom for the buck-buck see a world that you've never seen when I'm fiening for a microphone, i'm a microphone fiend give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all give me a mic y'all give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all i'm out of sight y'all i'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all you know it hold up, check out the motherfuckin' tv same song, same bands everyday, fuck that i'll blow those motherfuckers away, you wantin' to hear some heavy ass metal that can penetrate deep into you ear drums? trun it up, motherfucker turn it up, motherfucker turn it up and step into a world that you've never seen when i'm fiening for a microphone, i'm a microphone fiend give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all give me a mic y'all give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all i'm out of sight y'all i'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all you know it it's a vrazy crazy world playing crazy crazy shit on this crazy radio, i'm really sick of it i'm a crazy, crazy man with a crazy,crazy plan to destroy all you crazy ass wannabe ba-ba-ba-bands, he he give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all give me a mic y'all give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all i'm out of sight y'all i'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all give me a motherfuckin' mic y'all give me a mic y'all give me a mic so i can rock it right y'all i'm out of sight y'all i'm out of sight when i'm blowin' up the mic y'all you know it |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
fight...
sometimes you gotta fight for your right when you're not sure you're in a fight for your life, right? if you ain't packin' any tactics you might get your ass kicked even if you are a little knuckle head i'm kinda sick of being aggravated, i'm glad i'm hated i guess i'm doin' somethin' right that's what happened back in columbine you gotta know when to stop and don't go over the top 'cuz there's a chamber deep inside the brain that's covered with chains, so don't be shakin' 'em loose and if ya do, i'd be runnin' for the hills 'cuz i'm ready to rock and now i'm playin'for real i gotta... fight.... fight you'd better watch out when my adrenaline kicks i gotta... fight... fight... it's too late you already been hit... damn [chorus] stick 'em stick em' stick em ha ha ha stick em stick em' stick em' yeah, head for the barricade (x2) this world can make you sick to your stomach so i put on my headphones, listen to the deftones it's gettin' crowded in my spaceship livin in a dream, runnin' from a hate machine ya know it's such a drag when there's people talking down to ya cuch a drag thinking everything sucks (do ya?) walk away with the spit on your face? or do ya draw the line just to give 'em a teate? 'cuz i know its never gonna ed, if it happens again i'm going straight for the throat another note, don't forget you had a chance now off of the side lines and ready to dance i gotta... fight.... fight better watch out when my adrenaline kicks i gotta... fight... fight... it's too late you already been hit... damn [chorus] if you got the guts (head for the barricade) then coe on down (head for the barricade) x2 and haed for the barricade fight!! (x8) head for the barricade i ain't playin' around head for the barricade i ain't playin' around [chorus] |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
Heartbreak is a headache
Like a toothache or an earthquake Spontaneous combustion Leaves a taste that so disgustin' And it don't go away too fast I'm a window made of broken glass I've never needed anything Anything but you And that's what's wrong that's what's wrong That's what I get that's what I get For feeling this for feeling this Anyway Just let me know just let me know All I'll miss all I'll miss When I'm gone Just throw it all away Like everybody says Write me off like yesterday Oh I guess that you're not good enough to be with me Rumors are tumors Of the sick and mainly useless When you come to me with these things It's the shit that I can't deal with Still I gave you all of me Faithfulness and honesty Prayed for God to bring you near Along with all these tears When that's what's wrong that's what's wrong That's what I get that's what I get For feeling this for feeling this Anyway Just let me know just let me know All I'll miss all I'll miss When I'm gone Just throw it all away you let me down Like everybody says you let me down Write me off like yesterday you let me down Oh I guess that you're not good enough to be with Good enough to be with me I'd like to thank you lettin' me know I can feel this way feel this way Just throw it all away you let me down Like everybody says you let me down Write me off like yesterday you let me down Oh I guess that you're not good enough to be with me Just throw it all away you let me down Like everybody says you let me down Write me off like yesterday you let me down Oh I guess that you're not good enough to be with Good enough to be with me |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
when I reminisce ignorance was bliss,
back in the days where the magic exist never be the same as it was, Cuz the way it was just another day in the maze of a myth had a lot of fun living life on the run, never had a chance to pause to get a better glance everything was free and everything was fast never even thought it wouldn't last when you go the mind of a man in the middle life is just a big fat riddle, so figure it out always thinking that you know everything little thing there is to know buy you don't really know, ya know? it's like love, some people get it for some it's just a glove that just never fitted for me it's just a pain in the ass but i'm addicted to the taste of hopin' it could last chorus another day another night inside a lonely world another game another fight inside a lonely world another wrong another right inside a lonely world such a lonely world, such a lonely world who's the man (the man in the middle) x4 maybe i'm a target for people that are bitter at least I can say that i've never been a quitter I remember high school, man I hated high school it was like prison with bullies always putting me down just a little skater boy they could pick on I learned to forgive'em, now I got the balls they can lick on I loved sneakin' out when my mom was asleep with my gothic girlfriend makin' love in the creek with the mind of a man in the middle it could be the end of the world as we know it still I never want it all, and I never want it now I just want to cruise, if I loose then i'll figure it out how the times flies, even with the blink of an eye when you're young you absorb like a sponge in disguise then you get a little older and gather your thoughts it's amazing what you learn when you've never been taught, ya know? chorus no matter how hard I can try inside a lonely world no one can hear me when I cry inside a lonely world i'll never know the reasons why inside a lonely world such a lonely world (such a lonely world) (x2) chorus |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
are you ready?
Ooooo c’mon Ain’t it funny how time flies, huh? out of sight, out of mind (yeah right) once again back it’s the incredible Subliminal the infredible d once down in the dirt, now I ain’t even gotta shave when I’m goin to work aight, looks like I’m drinkin tonight, tomorrow I’ll be sippin’ on some pedialite (c’mon) rock, rock to the planet rock, don’t stop (c’mon) rock, rock to the planet rock, don’t stop (c’mon) ain’t it funny how time flies, huh? chit chatter, that shit don’t matter check the flow, I organically grow, like the weed I for sheezy, be letting ya know ooh… yeah, kinda feelin’ horny, who that is? what it say? what it look like? “20 eyes in my head” misfit and I ain’t never gonna change. (c’mon) …don’t think you know what the hell I’m all about (phenomenon, something like a phenomenon) …don’t think you got my shit all figured out (phenomenon, something like a phenomenon) I’m a make ya bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like somethin’ like this ok chaps, let’s take it from the top, go all you hollywood rockstars hollywood ass, wishin’ you had big cash rollin’ like your pimpin’ but you ain’t really got shit goin’ ‘cuz you ain’t limpin’ like the bizkit you’re just sittin’ on the sidelines you just a fake kid, if there’s a title then I’ll take it who-yah hit ya with the boo-yah… and I ain’t fuckin’ plain’ around rock, rock to the planet rock, don’t stop (c’mon) rock, rock to the planet rock, don’t stop (c’mon) …don’t think you know what the hell I’m all about (phenomenon, something like a phenomenon) …don’t think you got my shit all figured out (phenomenon, something like a phenomenon) I’m a make ya bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this what would you do, if this was the end of the world? (tell me what would you do) what would you do, if this was the end of the world? (tell me what would you do) what would you do, if this was the end of the world? (tell me what would you do) what would you do, if this was the end of it all? want me tell you what I’d do? c’mon. I’d turn it on up, (oh yeah?) and I’d shut it on up (oh yeah?) and I’d bring that beat back (oh yeah?) aight then bring it on back, go I’m a make ya bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this it’s limpbizkit baby. |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
[ringmaster:] "step right up, step right up everyone. whether you're good or bad, happy or sad,
whether you're an emotional wreck, or a blissful speck in the black hole of an existance we call life. step right up, and witness something you will be soon to never forget. feast your ears on the most ferociously soothing waves of sonic communication to ever be created. built for you by the master..." [fred:] "hey!" [ringmaster:] "...built for you by the mast..." [fred:] "hey, shutup already, what is it?" [ringmaster:] "what is it?" [fred:] "um... yeah, dog. what is it?" [ringmaster:] "what is it?" [fred:] "dude, chill man." [ringmaster:] "it... is limp bizkit!" all around the world, you know me all around the world, we know you |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
freak baby, freak freak baby (x2)
red light, green light (x3) you ready to roll? tell me when youre ready to go (x2) i got the keys baby, put your mind at ease baby go playa, layin the cheese baby i know you bitin, bitin my steez baby but i came, came to please baby dont wait, lay the greeze baby dont flake, shake the knees baby your fellas mad at me baby, oh well, enemies baby whos braggin they raggin on me baby? whos breath is draggin on me baby? who steps through all agony baby? whos checks are bigger than me baby? who thinks before it goes down baby? who rocks in every town baby? i dont know if it aint me must be a clone on this microphone baby chorus red light, green light (x3) you ready to roll? tell me when youre ready to go (x2) (you know im down and ready to go) jump in the who ride, slide to the rhythm of snoop d.o. double g nigga from the dub i represent it to the fullest everywhere i go guaranteed to bust a ho, yeah im so original i dont have to, i told you from the get go i like to lay low with my niggas blowin endo we like to drink, talk shit, and spit at bitches and thats the way we do it, sometimes we hittin switches in the low-rider slidin to the hood and back its snoop dogg in the muthafuckin cadillac they call it snoop deville for real i get the money and i never ever pop no pills i used to popem, im lyin to these motherfuckers now i used to do all kind of shit when i was wild they used to call me lil bow wow now im big bow wow in this motherfucka bustin a freestyle snoop dogg is in the place to see, do it with my nephew freddy d ooh wee, in the place to see snoop d.o. double g from the d.p.g.c. chorus freak baby, frea |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
hold up you're movin' too fast
i'm up for something that lasts i ain't lookin to screw on the first night cause that's a no go and if the vibe's good, go to first base 'cuz the first kiss could be your last taste i ain't looking to screw 'till the vibe's right (chorus) see i'm the only one you know that can put you on cruise control yeah i'm the only one you'll find that won't waste all my time, on nothing nothing, on nothing, nothing my will is stronger than most i will not let you get close until i think that you deserve me cause that's a no go i'm gonna hold out, so in the meantime don't expect much from a strong mind until i think that you deserve me (chorus) i'm holdin' out, i'm gonna wait wanna make it past the first date a little time then we can do all them nasty things you want to do don't get me wrong just take my hand and i really hope you understand that it's easier when every second counts so we'll just have to wait it's really no big deal(x2) i'd hate to get you in bed find out your empty instead no need to knock another home run out cause that's a no go and i hate to be so filthy if we were not meant to be no need to knock another homerun out (chorus) nothin',oh nothin', nothin' on nothin', on nothin' |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
i stare into space
and hope we're not alone am i searching for something that's better than home i been working so hard stress is tremendous and pressure is endless no one on this planet like me to be friend's with i been working so hard i been working so hard i'm underneath the sun i'm underneath the gun i'm losing my mind and i know there's no remedy think i'm a failure who's livin' on memories i been working so hard loneliness can't be cured from no medicine look to the stars so they'll straighten my head out again i been working so hard i been working so hard i'm underneath the sun i'm underneath the gun (chorus) i'm a fool to think the blame goes away such a fool to take the blame and run away sometimes i beat up myself i block my own way i cloud all my thoughts please go away oh nevermind please i'm checkin' out now won't ever come back, now that my life doesn't exist yeah, you're right how does it feel to be right? knowing that i was wrong nothing is right when you're wrong yeah, you're right how does it feel to feel to be right? knowing that i was wrong nothing is right when you're wrong i'm underneath the sun i'm underneath the gun (chorus) |
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from Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive [single] (2003)
hey you miss i don’t know what the fuck your name is i’m drawn to you, something’s magnetic here if i could approach you or even get close to the scent that you left behind I’d be fine no doubt that you bring out the animal inside chorus i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive i’d eat you alive hey you miss too good to look my way and that’s cool you want nothing at all to do with me but i want you, ain’t nothing wrong with wanting you ‘ cause i’m a man and i can think what the hell i want you got that straight no doubt that i’d love to sniff on them panties now chorus i’m sorry, so sorry (damn you’re so hot) your beauty is so vain (damn you’re so hot) it drives me, yes it drives me (damn you’re so hot) absolutely insane i just wanna look at you, i just wanna look at you i just wanna look at you all day there ain’t nothing wrong, no there ain’t nothing with that once you seep in under my skin there’s nothing, there’s nothing in this world that could wash you away once you seep in under my skin there’s nothing, there’s nothing in this world that could wash you away i’m sorry, so sorry (damn you’re so hot) your beauty is so vain (damn you’re so hot) it drives me, yes it drives me (damn you’re so hot) absolutely insane chorus
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from Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive [single] (2003)
"Just Drop Dead" Ok, where the hell you been? Said that you'd been hanging with your cute girlfriend Then I get a call, kinda woke me up Said that they saw you chillin' with this young little fuck, I was kinda dazed and maybe confused, Never woulda expected this terrible news, Not only were you kissing this fool you been dissing You were playing me out Now you better listen What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!) Cause for alarm Put up with your shit, begging me to stay Even though you run your fucking mouth everyday! I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass Sure your mighty fine But you crossed the fucking line Now there's no returnin' This lesson that your learnin' Pulling down your panties And leave your ass burnin' [Chorus] Cause I deserve more, I deserve more You act like a whore So just drop dead Just drop dead Rewind Back to the start (Go) When we got together I gave you my heart You made a few mistakes But that's how it goes And every time I broke up you gave my ass a rose (aww) Saying that your sorry And I'm the only one Believed you like a chump While you were having fun I was feelin' lonely While you were with your hommie Ain't that a bitch? Now your boy can blow me What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!) Cause for alarm Gonna put your shit begging me to stay Even though you run your fucking mouth every day! I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass Sure your mighty fine But you crossed the fucking line Now there's no returnin' This lesson that your learnin' Pulling down your panties and leave your ass burnin' [Chorus X2] Theres love Theres lust Then blood Then guts Your touch My crutch I trust you way too much Theres love Theres lust Then blood Then guts Your touch My crutch I trust you way too much!! You gotta lotta fuckin' nerve! Ya think this is a fuckin' tennis match? (Bitch!) Time for me to serve John Mackinroe Ready for me ho? Its 15-love Where the fuck they gonna go? (Huh?) Where the fuck you gonna go? (Huh?) Where the fuck you gonna go? (Huh?) What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!) Cause for alarm Gonna put your shit begging me to stay Even though you run your fucking mouth every day! I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass Sure your mighty fine But you crossed the fucking line Now there's no returnin' This lesson that your learnin' Pulling down your panties And leave your ass burnin' [Chorus X2]
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from Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive [single] (2003)
"Just Drop Dead" Ok, where the hell you been? Said that you'd been hanging with your cute girlfriend Then I get a call, kinda woke me up Said that they saw you chillin' with this young little fuck, I was kinda dazed and maybe confused, Never woulda expected this terrible news, Not only were you kissing this fool you been dissing You were playing me out Now you better listen What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!) Cause for alarm Put up with your shit, begging me to stay Even though you run your fucking mouth everyday! I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass Sure your mighty fine But you crossed the fucking line Now there's no returnin' This lesson that your learnin' Pulling down your panties And leave your ass burnin' [Chorus] Cause I deserve more, I deserve more You act like a whore So just drop dead Just drop dead Rewind Back to the start (Go) When we got together I gave you my heart You made a few mistakes But that's how it goes And every time I broke up you gave my ass a rose (aww) Saying that your sorry And I'm the only one Believed you like a chump While you were having fun I was feelin' lonely While you were with your hommie Ain't that a bitch? Now your boy can blow me What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!) Cause for alarm Gonna put your shit begging me to stay Even though you run your fucking mouth every day! I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass Sure your mighty fine But you crossed the fucking line Now there's no returnin' This lesson that your learnin' Pulling down your panties and leave your ass burnin' [Chorus X2] Theres love Theres lust Then blood Then guts Your touch My crutch I trust you way too much Theres love Theres lust Then blood Then guts Your touch My crutch I trust you way too much!! You gotta lotta fuckin' nerve! Ya think this is a fuckin' tennis match? (Bitch!) Time for me to serve John Mackinroe Ready for me ho? Its 15-love Where the fuck they gonna go? (Huh?) Where the fuck you gonna go? (Huh?) Where the fuck you gonna go? (Huh?) What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck do you think you are? (Bitch!) Cause for alarm Gonna put your shit begging me to stay Even though you run your fucking mouth every day! I aint some punk ass dealing with your drunk ass Sure your mighty fine But you crossed the fucking line Now there's no returnin' This lesson that your learnin' Pulling down your panties And leave your ass burnin' [Chorus X2] |
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from Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive [single] (2003)
Uh.. Shot!! Uh.. Shot!! Uh.. Your the cure Your my animosity Your the cure Your my date with jealousy I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm... Shot!! I'm... Shot!! I'm..... Your the sun Your the light that burns my eyes Your the sun Your the darkness i despise I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. You fucked me up in the head But it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright Shot!! I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. Your the angel in everybodies dreams Your the angel that doesnt own her wings I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. You fucked me up in the head But it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright Give it up (Give it up) Run away (Run away) Make it last (Make it last) You can stay (You can stay) Never hide (Never hide) Never know (Never know) You dont want me to go Everyday (Everyday) I don't know (I don't know) I don't care (I don't care) Take it slow (Take it slow) Reminise (Reminise) On a lie (On a lie) You don't want me to go I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. You fucked me up in the head Buts it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright You fucked me up (You fucked me up in the head) And now i'm dead (But it's alright) You fucked me up (Now your hero is dead) And now i'm dead (And i'm alright)
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from Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive [single] (2003)
Uh.. Shot!! Uh.. Shot!! Uh.. Your the cure Your my animosity Your the cure Your my date with jealousy I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm... Shot!! I'm... Shot!! I'm..... Your the sun Your the light that burns my eyes Your the sun Your the darkness i despise I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. You fucked me up in the head But it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright Shot!! I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. Your the angel in everybodies dreams Your the angel that doesnt own her wings I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. You fucked me up in the head But it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright Give it up (Give it up) Run away (Run away) Make it last (Make it last) You can stay (You can stay) Never hide (Never hide) Never know (Never know) You dont want me to go Everyday (Everyday) I don't know (I don't know) I don't care (I don't care) Take it slow (Take it slow) Reminise (Reminise) On a lie (On a lie) You don't want me to go I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. You fucked me up in the head Buts it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright You fucked me up (You fucked me up in the head) And now i'm dead (But it's alright) You fucked me up (Now your hero is dead) And now i'm dead (And i'm alright) |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 2 [single] (2001)
Hey man wake up and smell
the concrete Strange to see ya changed like the LB Could be identity crisis but I can't buy this Reality bites but that's what life is Pitiful you your hideous behavior Hate what god gave ya' Fakin' all tha' flava' Artificial minds seekin' out tha' new trends Get in where ya' fit in Quit thinkin' like a has been Diggin' in my culture Lemme let you punks know I'm an old school soldier With tha' funk flow A damn shame wanna change yourself Because your sick of yourself Well I'm sick of you too Fake Your a counterfeit Fake Ya' know we figured you out Well I'm sick of you too Fake Your a counterfeit Fake I wonder I wonder I wonder what its like to be a clone Doin' nothin' nothin' on my own Alone in your misery your bitin' on my new style Filed as a counterfeit goin' down in history As nothin' but a copy cat So if your fakin' that you're phat you need a ball bat Right where your head is at All your desperation causes separation Now I grab tha' mic to intimidate your weakness Screams from the Limp on tha' siren Phonies get tha' hint quick smacked with tha' funk flip Pain for tha' fakers fame can't maintain Cause your sick of yourself Well I'm sick of you too Fake Your a counterfeit Fake Ya' know we figured you out Well I'm sick of you too Fake Your a counterfeit Fake Ya' disregarded your life Ya' disrespected your friends You've even stolen your appearance From hangin' around with my family But I shoulda' never dropped my guard So you can stab me in tha' back But you were freakin' me out Just freakin me out you wear a mask Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Your freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit Now your steadily startin' to change Ya' wanna rearrange your lifestyle live like a wild child With tha' vibe alive you could lie you try to be so fly You lie but you deny Your a faaaaaaake you know we figured you out Fake Fake Fake Fake Fake Fake Faaaaaake |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 2 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 2 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - Rollin' [single] (2001)
Alright partner
keep on rollin' baby You know what time it is Chocolate Starfish Keep on rollin' baby Move in now move out Thanks The Limp Bizkit Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house with them hands in the air Cause if you don't care then we don't care One two three time zoom to the 6 Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk Shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit You can't mess with the Bizkit Cause we get it on Everyday and everynight See this platnuim thing right here Well we're doin it all the time So you better get some better beats And uh get some better rhymes We got the game set So don't complain yet 24 7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers all the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mammas pimp daddies And the people rollin' in the Caddies Hey rockers hip hoppers And everybody all around the world Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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from Limp Bizkit - Rollin' [single] (2001)
Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco? I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell Got lost in Boston lookin for the tea party Met a child molester in Worchester Need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin Phoenix I get silly when I play in Philly Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy And I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in Cleveland Found my lucky coin in Des Moine And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena We get the swing from new Orleans Ft worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA What can I say, I can't name em all So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I can't help but believe in these friends These bands, these tours and these places I've been I thank God, Mom
Dad Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band Without em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can Without the fans there wouldn't be no show And if that was really so then life would really blow To the firm, you always got my back. Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracks My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great Scott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody can Wu-Tang Clan skills from the Method The worlds best MC kills on this record Slim Shady, crazy ass cracker Staind, a brand new drug for your brain Les Claypool, for actin like a fool and all of the bands with the demos that were cool I'm so grateful for this life of mine The ones I didn't thank I will some other time Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I've been around this world and then some Dumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from? I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious An MC with bad habits I am I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it? Comin raw with no corrections Savin all perfection's for what I do with my erections So dream on! |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Straight out the casket, rising up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me What the fuck is this madness Pick up my bones Erase my name from off the tombstones Alive and kicking Breathin' the air Call out my name punk And I'll be there No question My suggestion to the action Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin with me You're messin' with the best Bleow, you're takin' to shots to the chest 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead You can't disrespect it I'm the resurrected Back from the dead Just to mess with your head I'll stress what I said But I won't repeat it If you've got a cold, starve it If you've got a fever, feed it And if you can't feed it Then why not blow You might be positive And not even know I rock the hardcore From the floor to the ceilin' I give sexual healin' I'll get your girlie squealin' Like a pig My grave's somethin' you can never dig I'll rock a mausoleum Backyard a colosseum 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Skip the autopsy 'Cause I never O.D.'d I only puff boom kid I never get skeed I don't sniff or shoot up Rip I'll stick my boot up Your ass quick fast Everlast don't jive Just like Pearl Jam I'm still Alive[sample of "Rumors" by Timex Social Club] Spreadin' like tumors Gossip and lies Exaggerated reports of my demise And if you believed 'em Well then you got gassed The media deceived em' Just like in the past 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head Back from the dead Back from the dead Like Steven Segal I'm hard to kill And like G.G. Allen I'm crazy ill I'll beat ya down with my mic Kick your ass with my Nike Bust ya in the eye If ya tell another lie Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Thinkin' I'm dead You must be smokin' dust Come see me bust in the flesh It's a must 'Cause I'm back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Back from the dead(fade) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Ladies and Gentlemen (2x)
Here's the new shit I'm on We can all get along But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead Put out ya freakin head That's how I do Because I'm sick like dat And you'll get kicked like dat If ya fakin' the funk I got a trunk full of beats And a head full of rhymes I got stains on my sheets From all the good times That I spent with ya Hookers Some were good lookers And some were just stunts After too many blunts Ya got ya arm around ya girl But don't make me laugh kid Gettin steam pressured Your girl's schemin' on the grafted Jail faced Celt Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit I don't care... It's the return of the livin dead Put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin' Ask any girl I'm stickin Back once again I never shot the heroin Or hit the glass pipe Ass wipe Stop the rumor I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon I'll leave your shit all swollen Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin' The Soul Assassainator'll Get ya open like a crator I'm down with psycho vader cause I'm flava' like a plate a' Corn beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set Don't do nuthin' you'll regret Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water I'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House With the Mickey Mouse I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off Pullin' on the trigger Ain't nuthin brave But I'm a sick fucker Like a red-neck trucker And I just might buck ya down You're starin' down my barrel So ya jump around Ya try to get away But I'm too quick to pull So don't try to gas me Punk, my tank's full I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel Punk we can duel I'll take ya ass to school Then break down the lesson Here's the pop quiz I get's top billin' You can ask Iz Chorus |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Runnin' Up on Ya
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 Sinn Fein Is 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 momma And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fans 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 ya wife 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 drawers 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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