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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
The backbone of this country is the independent truck
The power of the trucker comes from his truck mm mm mm mm cab overhead That's where those truckers generate their Backbone, backbone, backbone, backbone mm mm mm mm mm mm fist in my face mm mm mm Backbone, backbone, backbone, backbone Move you move like an animal Making a noise like an animal Fornicate and fornicate Sing a song about fornicate Make you move like an animal Making a noise like an animal Bake a chicken and pluck an eye We're gonna talk about mm mm Sing a song about fornicate Sing a song about fornicate Fornicate and fornicate Sing a song about fornicate Backbone |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
She's a model and she's looking good
I'd like to take her home with me, that's understood Playing hard-to-get, she smiles from time to time It only takes a camera to change her mind Posing for consumer products now and then I even saw her on the cover of a magazine She's going out to nightclubs drinking just champagne She is looking good, I want to see her again |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
Ought to know what I liar I am
Ought to know me by now Don't curse me for my nature Don't blast me for my wrongs Just a bad penny I always come back to you Just a bad penny Just a bad penny I always come back to you Should have known you couldn't trust me As far as you could throw me, throw me You couldn't throw me to far Just a bad penny Couldn't throw me to far I think I fucked your girlfriend once Maybe twice, I don't remember Then I fucked all your friend's girlfriends Now they hate you Just a bad penny Just a bad penny Such a bad penny A bad bad penny Ought to know what I liar I am Ought to know me by now Such a bad penny A bad bad penny Ought to know what I liar I am Ought to know me by now Ought to know you couldn't trust me As far as you could throw me, throw me Such a bad penny Such a bad penny Slap my hand |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
I got a sickness, sweet as a love note
I got a headache, like a pillow Called me Daisy, called me Daisy, called me Daisy that one Called me Daisy I am a sweetheart I am a prom queen I am some puppies What, Daisy? What, Daisy? Are we here now? I am a horror This is an old one What, Daisy? L Dopa fixed me, all right |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
I would like to wrap your hair round your neck like a noose
I would like to wrap your legs around my neck like a lock You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty You are my precious thing As long as you remain beneath me I will hold you down, I will hold you down I will pin you down I will hold you down, I will hold you down I will punch down you You are my precious thing You are my precious thing You are my precious thing I will hold you down, I will hold you down I will pin you down I will hold you down, I will hold you down I will pin you down I will hold you down, I will hold you down I will pound it down you You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty You are my precious thing You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty You are my precious thing, long as you remain beneath me |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
Gotta get loaded, I gotta go off
Don't call her to save me Don't call her hack off More like an ashcan More like a time bomb More like a stovepipe Columbian necktie I don't want to die, so I can give her works Don't call her to safe me Don't call her to report More like an ashcan More like time bomb More like a stovepipe Columbian necktie I don't want to die, so I can give her works When I get loaded, gotta go home Don't call her to safe me Don't call her hack off More like an ashcan More like time bomb More like a stovepipe Columbian necktie I don't want to die, so I can give her works |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
The Emperor makes his rounds
Master of all Cats Fat in the Midwest Emperor rolls his little balls Catland Says hi, to his pal Walter For all that smoking in the backyard The neighbors do not understand, he's an aberration Even makes a funny noise He plays great hunter with a ball-point pen When the cat's away, ah, it's a regular rat day When the rat's away, ah, King Cat, King Cat can play day I jump around, with my wang in the wind It flops around You admired it I am your neighbor now You can't stop me now If you service me, I will eat what I am given If not, then all I want is something else You will ask them for me In change, I'll piss on everything you value I am the Emperor of Cats I do what I want now, cats I do what I want now, cats I shit outside if I want to All a part of my, ow, kitty empire |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
Out
No mm mm mm mm mm my head Must've had some wheat bread mm mm mm mm mm my head Must've had some wheat bread Do you see that? I will run mm mm mm mm mm head Must've had some wheat bread mm mm mm mm mm head Must've had some bad bread What do you see now? I will run Don't eat that It makes you want to mm Can't you feel the cold hand mm? I see mm mm mm mm mm I can hear the sound of mm I fell in the roach bed Bad bread |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
Saw something go wrong today when along, when a car went by
Grey car blew up today when along, when a car went by Never thought it really happened that way Never thought it really happened that way Never thought it really happened that way Drew a rod and they blew him away Down on the south side, out on Pulaski There were pieces of a man all over the skyway Well I suffered real bad today, just like in the movies Why did mm get an mm mm like that? I even felt a little sick I never thought it really happened that way I never thought it really happened that way I wouldn't want to check out in that way Drew a rod and they blew him away There were pieces of a man all over the skyway There were pieces of a man mm mm in the ashtray What are you trying to prove now, Benny? What are you trying to call me, Benny? Better stay out of it, Benny Stay out of my wayski |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
Hosin' out the cab of his pickup truck
He's got his 8-track playin' really fuckin' loud The one who wouldn't go down on his brother 's dead She's wearin' his bootprint on her forehead Saw her at the picture show out on the highway After the fish fry, late last Friday Havin' a fish fry, number one fish fry Havin' a fish fry, deeper than a mm mm?? Havin' a fish fry, number one fish fry The fish fry out by Frenchtown They say they saw you out there at Frenchtown They say they saw you out by Frenchtown Now I f**k you and I hit you with my shoe And I hide your bloody body in Frenchtown pond Sometimes you know you want to fuck somebody up Sometimes you just want to fuck |
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from Big Black - Songs About Fucking (2003)
She went through me like a pavement saw
And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it She smokes so self-contently Makes me sick But she's so pretty that I can't resist She likes to suffer, she's has nothing to do Can't hate the chick 'cause she's got no sense She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
Feel my hand, feel my hand, feel my hand
Feel it, feel it Feel my hand, feel my hand, feel my hand Feel my arm, feel my arm Feel my fist, feel my fist Fists of love, fists of love, fists of love Fists of love, fists of love, fists of love Fists of love No f**k mm |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
I got a sickness, sweet as a love note
I got a headache, like a pillow Called me Daisy, called me Daisy, called me Daisy that one Called me Daisy I am a sweetheart I am a prom queen I am some puppies What, Daisy? What, Daisy? Are we here now? I am a horror This is an old one What, Daisy? L Dopa fixed me, all right |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
She was his
She would take his children Black and white Like to her own breast There were times When he could mix With ordinary white company If the subject never came up No one would notice He had what they call passing complexion He had what they call passing complexion He had what they call passing complexion He had what they call passing complexion He'd been white, he'd been black They asked him, black like that? Yeah! |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
Hey little girl in U.S. dress
Come and give daddy kiss To Dead Billy, U.S. soldier in green Little lady, napalm butt Come and give head to, to Dead Billy make you boom boom boom Dead Billy Dead Billy make you happy Dead Billy make you crawl Dead Billy put your hand in his hole Dead Billy show you what it's like to die This is not a love song And this is not a kiss For Dead Billy Dead Billy make you happy Dead Billy make you crawl Dead Billy put your hand in his hole Dead Billy show you what it's like to die This is not a love song And this is not a kiss For Dead Billy No Viet?? |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
Well, I don't know why we come here
Guess I just needed the bang We walk in the beef, and then we pull on the rope And then the, then the hammer comes down Cables Cables Cables So I guess they know I'm not no company man But I can pull on a rope, I can kill a cow Fast as any other f**ker can Cables Cables Cables |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
Ought to know what I liar I am
Ought to know me by now Don't curse me for my nature Don't blast me for my wrongs Just a bad penny I always come back to you Just a bad penny Just a bad penny I always come back to you Should have known you couldn't trust me As far as you could throw me, throw me You couldn't throw me to far Just a bad penny Couldn't throw me to far I think I fucked your girlfriend once Maybe twice, I don't remember Then I fucked all your friend's girlfriends Now they hate you Just a bad penny Just a bad penny Such a bad penny A bad bad penny Ought to know what I liar I am Ought to know me by now Such a bad penny A bad bad penny Ought to know what I liar I am Ought to know me by now Ought to know you couldn't trust me As far as you could throw me, throw me Such a bad penny Such a bad penny Slap my hand |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
She went through me like a pavement saw
And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it She smokes so self-contently Makes me sick But she's so pretty that I can't resist She likes to suffer, she's has nothing to do Can't hate the chick 'cause she's got no sense She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
I was born in this town
live here my whole life probably come to die in this town live here my whole life never anything to do in this town live here my whole life never anything to do in this town probably learn to die in this town live here my whole life nothing to do sit around at home sit around at home nothing to do stare at the walls stare at each other wait til we die stare at each other wait til we die probably come to die in this town live here my whole life theres Kerosene around something to do theres Kerosene around X2 she's something to do theres Kerosene around find something to do theres Kerosene around shes somethind to do theres Kerosene set me on fire...Kerosene X4 KEROSENE SET ME ON FIRE (false end) Kerosene around shes something Kerosene around now what do we do theres Kerosene now what do we do jump Kerosene now what do we do Kerosene around jump Kerosene never anything to do in this town never anythng but jump Kerosene set me on fire Kerosene x4 SETMEONFIRE |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
The only good policeman is a dead one
The only good laws aren't enforced I've never hung a darkie, even a big one I've never seen an Indian on a horse And I live like this 'cause I like it And seen too much to pretend You can't ignore the beauty in the things that you love Like you can't stand the hatred and the lies Have you always hunted with your hands? Can you show me what you've done? Have you always hunted with your hands? If you catch it, can you kill it? You don't understand, see you don't understand See, I'm like a murderer, see, I'm like a murderer And I could rip you limb from limb And I could rip you limb from limb Great big thing crawlin' all over me Great big thing crawlin' all over me See, I'm like a murderer, I kill what I eat See, I'm like a, I'm a hunter-gatherer, see, I kill what I eat See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat See, I'm, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat See, I'm a, I'm a murderer, I kill what I eat See, I'm a, I'm a hunter-gatherer, I kill what I eat See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat I'm a, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat Great big thing crawling all over me Great big thing crawling all over me Great big thing crawling all over me Have you always hunted with your hands? Can you show me what you've done? Have you always hunted with your hands? If you catch it, can you kill it? I live like this 'cause I like it And I've seen too much to pretend You can't ignore the beauty in the things that you love Like you can't stand the hatred and the lies See, see, see I'm a murderer, I kill what I eat See, I'm, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat It's a great big thing crawlin' all over me Great big thing crawlin' all over me Great big thing crawlin' all over me |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
Oh
This is our land We got a right Got a lot of birds Got a lot of corn I'm on a kill This is our land We got a right And those are my kids Kill every one AwWwWw, oh momma |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
Hosin' out the cab of his pickup truck
He's got his 8-track playin' really fuckin' loud The one who wouldn't go down on his brother 's dead She's wearin' his bootprint on her forehead Saw her at the picture show out on the highway After the fish fry, late last Friday Havin' a fish fry, number one fish fry Havin' a fish fry, deeper than a mm mm?? Havin' a fish fry, number one fish fry The fish fry out by Frenchtown They say they saw you out there at Frenchtown They say they saw you out by Frenchtown Now I f**k you and I hit you with my shoe And I hide your bloody body in Frenchtown pond Sometimes you know you want to fuck somebody up Sometimes you just want to fuck |
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from Big Black - Pigpile (2005)
This is Jordan, we do what we like
This is Jordan, we do what we like Stay with me, my five year old Stay with me, play hide and seek Stay with me, my five year old This is Jordan, we do what we like And this will stay with you until you die And this will stay with you until you die And I will stay with you until you die And this is Jordan, we do what we like And this will stay with you until you die And this will stay with you until you die This will stay with you until you die And I will stay with you until you die Suck daddy, suck daddy, suck daddy, etc. |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
The only good policeman is a dead one
The only good laws aren't enforced I've never hung a darkie, even a big one I've never seen an Indian on a horse And I live like this 'cause I like it And seen too much to pretend You can't ignore the beauty in the things that you love Like you can't stand the hatred and the lies Have you always hunted with your hands? Can you show me what you've done? Have you always hunted with your hands? If you catch it, can you kill it? You don't understand, see you don't understand See, I'm like a murderer, see, I'm like a murderer And I could rip you limb from limb And I could rip you limb from limb Great big thing crawlin' all over me Great big thing crawlin' all over me See, I'm like a murderer, I kill what I eat See, I'm like a, I'm a hunter-gatherer, see, I kill what I eat See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat See, I'm, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat See, I'm a, I'm a murderer, I kill what I eat See, I'm a, I'm a hunter-gatherer, I kill what I eat See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat I'm a, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat Great big thing crawling all over me Great big thing crawling all over me Great big thing crawling all over me Have you always hunted with your hands? Can you show me what you've done? Have you always hunted with your hands? If you catch it, can you kill it? I live like this 'cause I like it And I've seen too much to pretend You can't ignore the beauty in the things that you love Like you can't stand the hatred and the lies See, see, see I'm a murderer, I kill what I eat See, I'm, I'm a bricklayer, I kill what I eat See, I'm a steelworker, I kill what I eat It's a great big thing crawlin' all over me Great big thing crawlin' all over me Great big thing crawlin' all over me |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
No!
Huh! Live in a room An empty room Four walls White walls I live in a hole Huh! No! I live in a hole Not some trailer park I won't die In a chip-to-lie?? home I live in a hole Huh! Live in a hole Huh! Hoh! Huh! Hoh! Every day I get less civilized It's a lot of work To dig in that hole Hunh! No! |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Hey little girl in U.S. dress
Come and give daddy kiss To Dead Billy, U.S. soldier in green Little lady, napalm butt Come and give head to, to Dead Billy make you boom boom boom Dead Billy Dead Billy make you happy Dead Billy make you crawl Dead Billy put your hand in his hole Dead Billy show you what it's like to die This is not a love song And this is not a kiss For Dead Billy Dead Billy make you happy Dead Billy make you crawl Dead Billy put your hand in his hole Dead Billy show you what it's like to die This is not a love song And this is not a kiss For Dead Billy No Viet?? |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Say, John, shut me up
Kill my dad He is weak Tried to shut me up I just want away Keep me quiet While I'm away Shut me up The only way To keep me quiet I can be killed I can be killed Come on Go ahead, come on, do me in Come on, face the dark Gotta knock me off Come on, come on, come on, shut me up Try to keep me quiet That's the only way To shut me up Come on I can be killed I can be killed Come on |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
I have never been so happy in my whole life
I've been denied this so long, I'm sure it's right Finally, this is working Finally, this is life Finally, this is working Finally, this is life In comes the crack And everything falls apart In comes the bowl, nice ?? Then comes the crack And everything comes apart Then comes the night Then you die I still can't believe this This is something I've done I've never been so broken I've never hurt so much This is like a slap in the face This is like an amputation This is like a slap in the face This is lake an amputation Then comes the crack And everything falls apart Then comes the bowl Then you die Then comes the crack And everything comes apart Then comes the night Then you die I still can't believe this This is something I've done I've never been so broken I've never hurt so much This is like a slap in the face This is like an amputation This is like a slap in the face This is like an amputation This is like a slap in the face This is like an amputation This is like a slap in the face This is like an amputation This is like a slap in the face This is like an amputation This is like a slap in the face This is like an amputation Then comes the crack And everything falls apart Then comes the bowl Then she dies And then comes the crack And everything is torn apart And then comes the night And then she dies |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
That man's shirt is worth more than your life
And I'd rather kill him than insult you He hasn't the sense to know we're fighting He hasn't the fear to run We have to rip this up It doesn't look quite right People like that, too dirty to save Better watch out, friend He's gonna get torn When I poke my fingers in it I tear him apart Cover your ears They make a lot of noise We have to rip this up It doesn't look quite right |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Well, I don't know why we come here
Guess I just needed the bang We walk in the beef, and then we pull on the rope And then the, then the hammer comes down Cables Cables Cables So I guess they know I'm not no company man But I can pull on a rope, I can kill a cow Fast as any other f**ker can Cables Cables Cables |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Oh
This is our land We got a right Got a lot of birds Got a lot of corn I'm on a kill This is our land We got a right And those are my kids Kill every one AwWwWw, oh momma |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Oh, honey I'm a mess
Oh, a useless set of legs Oh, honey I'm a waste Oh, honey I'm a wreck But I will maintain Time to spend In the reading truck ?? That always runs slow Oh, oh, honey I'm a mess Oh, honey I'm a wreck Oh, honey I'm a waste Aw, honey you're a bitch What a useless set of legs But I will maintain Time to save In the leading truck ?? That always runs slow I will maintain Time to sing ?? In the leading truck That always runs slow I will maintain Time to sing ?? In the leading truck That always runs slow Bitch |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
This is Texas
This is redneck This is lone star This is wetback I am Texas I am Texas I am Texas I am Texas This is Texas This is bad ass This is chain gang This is mustang I am Texas I am Texas I am Texas I am Texas I am Texas I am Texas I am Texas I am Texas |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
"...invaded by hordes of scummy, race-mixing traitors and Red-led Marxist
mongrels demanding human rights for subhumans. Yes, once again, we see amassed the underground army of social malcontents, racial throwbacks, and genetically-botched black boneheads--this army of ghetto guerrillas and street-razor savages that has turned our cities into jungles and our schools into battlefields. Now this army of the ignorant, the shiftless, the criminal and the irresponsible, after receiving billions upon billions of dollars in federal aid, for everything from free food to free abortions, they now come to Washington, D.C. to demand a national holiday for this doubly-degenerate, Jew- led, Red jungle bunny responsible for their freedom to lope their way through life at the white man's expense. Martin Luther King, a mm mm mm mm, Communist Jew, a member of no less than 62 Communist Party front groups, a black man who lusted after white women, who embraced the teachings of a half-pint Hindu, and a Christ-hating Jew. This criminal Communist coon, they want a national holiday for him? Ridiculous." Bit me Bit me 'cause he thought I was black Bit me, musta thought I was black Looks like a rat, looks like a rat Seth is just a racist dog I don't know why he's so mean I don't know why she's so screwed-up ?? I don't know why he's so mean I don't know why she's so screwed-up ?? Bit me 'cause he thought I was black Bit me, musta thought I was black Blast me in the shack, then he sent off his dog Seth is just a racist dog I don't know why he's so mean I don't know why she's so screwed-up ?? I don't know why he's so mean I don't know why she's so screwed ?? I don't know why he's so mean I don't know why she's so screwed-up ?? |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Something angry in me
Doesn't like the me in you Something angry in me Doesn't like the me in you One look in your window I spit in your mouth I cut up what I don't like Don't turn around I'm buying a knife |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Regular guy, Rex got a need
Rex, Racer X Brother is Speed Brother is Speed Brother is sex Shut up, Pops Rex, Racer X OK Got a big white X On the top of his car Rex keeps his speed In a little glass jar Racer X on the road Rex on the track Little cartoon nips Racer X on attack OK Just a man in a car Racer X got a need Come on, Five I need a little more speed He's just a regular guy Racer X got a need Come on, Pops I need a little more speed Just a goddamn job Just a goddamn job Just a goddamn job Just a goddamn job Just a goddamn job When you're hauling strips Just a goddamn job Rex needs his fix OK OK Rex is a man He's the brother of sex Aw, shut up Pops Here's to Rex, Racer X OK |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Got a foot and a half of unregistered steel
Shake that sis, we got a street to deal Got an inch and a half of number nine shot Pumped up your ass in the parking lot Sawed-off Shotgun Sawed-off Shotgun Got an inch and a half of number nine shot All pumped up your ass in the parking lot Got a foot and a half of unregistered steel Shake that sis, we got a street to deal Sawed-off Shotgun Sawed-off Shotgun (Space Invaders and Asteroids sounds) Bang bang bang bang |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
I am the ugly American
I hate what I am I am the ugly American I hate what I am I take a picture of your founding father I hate a picture of your local color I take a picture of your founding father I take a picture of your local color We're so ugly, we're so ugly We're so ugly I am the ugly American I am the ugly American I am the ugly American I hate what you are Take a picture of your declasse Take a picture and you only say Take a picture of your ugly country Take a picture and you only say I am the ugly American I am the ugly American I am the ugly American I hate what you are Take a picture of your declasse Take a picture of your declasse Take a picture and you only say Take a picture and you only say We're so ugly, we're so ugly We're so ugly I am the ugly American I know what I am I am the ugly American I am what I am Say you're cultured 'cause you had a king? Your little boys sleep with their sisters I am the ugly American I know what I am I am the ugly American I love what I am |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
Yeah!
He was a plug-ugly son of a bitch With a fist where most folks get their face He was a plug-ugly son of a bitch With a fist where most folks get their face Me and a half dozen of us would've done him in But he was never around except when we were drunk And he's not like we are, see he doesn't know his place And he thinks he's some kind of big cheese A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve guage Would've done him in, could've put him by A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve guage I could've deep-sixed him, wouldn't bat an eye Well, he's not like we are, see he drinks his Jack straight And he sleeps with his wife and he pays his whores And he's not like we are, see he drinks his Jack straight And he sleeps in his cab and he pays his whores But I'm God's gift to women, they always want my dick Except for that girl thinks I'm trash And I'm God's gift to women, always want my dick Except for that college girl, I'll kill her A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve guage I would've done him in, could've put him by A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve guage I could've deep-sixed him, wouldn't bat an eye A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve guage Could've done him in, could've put him by A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve guage I could've deep-sixed him, wouldn't bat an eye A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve guage I could've done him in, could've put him by A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve guage I could've deep-sixed him, wouldn't bat an eye |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
My head on the ground with my mouth full of dirt
Your foot in my face is what keeps me alive When it's over, when it's over, when it's over When this is over, I want sleep Opened the door with a gun in his hand Sometimes I think I'm gonna catch it in the back Feed me a line, I've had a few Clean my clock, guess I had it coming When it's over, when it's over, when it's over When this is over, I want sleep Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey |
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from Big Black - The Hammer Party (2005)
(James Brown cover)
Hit it! Hit it! Ha! I'm mad Revenge I'll cut your throat I'll make amends Ha! Ha! I'm mad That's a fact Get ready, dog For the big payback I'm mad Revenge I'll cut your throat I'll make amends Take a walk We'll have a talk mm?? (**** defend?) And my 12-gauge friend I'm mad That's a fact Get ready, dog For the big payback Hit it! Ha! Hit it! Ha! |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
This is Jordan, we do what we like
This is Jordan, we do what we like Stay with me, my five year old Stay with me, play hide and seek Stay with me, my five year old This is Jordan, we do what we like And this will stay with you until you die And this will stay with you until you die And I will stay with you until you die And this is Jordan, we do what we like And this will stay with you until you die And this will stay with you until you die This will stay with you until you die And I will stay with you until you die Suck daddy, suck daddy, suck daddy, etc. |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
She was his
She would take his children Black and white Like to her own breast There were times When he could mix With ordinary white company If the subject never came up No one would notice He had what they call passing complexion He had what they call passing complexion He had what they call passing complexion He had what they call passing complexion He'd been white, he'd been black They asked him, black like that? Yeah! |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
He got dowager's hump, he got a gimp
He been walking this beat, you little punk While you were still swimming in your daddy's balls Got a nightstick, got a gun, got time and a half Got hazard pay, just the f**k what you would do We just want, we just need We just want, we just need big money |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
I was born in this town
live here my whole life probably come to die in this town live here my whole life never anything to do in this town live here my whole life never anything to do in this town probably learn to die in this town live here my whole life nothing to do sit around at home sit around at home nothing to do stare at the walls stare at each other wait til we die stare at each other wait til we die probably come to die in this town live here my whole life theres Kerosene around something to do theres Kerosene around X2 she's something to do theres Kerosene around find something to do theres Kerosene around shes somethind to do theres Kerosene set me on fire...Kerosene X4 KEROSENE SET ME ON FIRE (false end) Kerosene around shes something Kerosene around now what do we do theres Kerosene now what do we do jump Kerosene now what do we do Kerosene around jump Kerosene never anything to do in this town never anythng but jump Kerosene set me on fire Kerosene x4 SETMEONFIRE |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
Lately I have been frequenting bad houses
Places no respectable man would be seen I hate myself for my weakness My past sickens me I tell myself I will not go Even as I drive there I hate myself for my weakness My past sickens me |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
Feel my hand, feel my hand, feel my hand
Feel it, feel it Feel my hand, feel my hand, feel my hand Feel my arm, feel my arm Feel my fist, feel my fist Fists of love, fists of love, fists of love Fists of love, fists of love, fists of love Fists of love No f**k mm |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
(Go!)
Been so long Forgot what it's like Like swimming, like sex, like a kick in the bag Like a fistfight Think it's time I got stinking drunk Think it's time Been so long What brought me to this? Been so long Forgot what it's like Like fighting, like sex, like a kick in the bag Think it's time I got stinking drunk Think it's time You shut up! (Go!) Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk Get drunk, get drunk, stinking drunk |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
The Joe man is back
When Joe comes back Joe's head will crack When Joe's head cracks, when that big head cracks It's "Welcome back, Joe. Welcome back, Joe." You don't have to be alone Joe, you don't have to be alone Joe Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe You don't have to be alone Joe, you don't have to be alone Joe The Joe man is back When Joe man comes back Joe's head will crack When that big head cracks It's "Welcome back, Joe. Welcome back, Joe." Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Oh, you don't have to be alone Joe, you don't have to be alone Joe Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe It's been a long time Joe, been a long Joe, been a long time I know You don't have to be alone Joe, you don't have to be alone Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe You don't have to be alone Joe, you don't have to be alone Joe Place for us Joe, there's a place for us Joe We'll do all the things that you used to do, we'll do all the things that you Just the way it was Joe, just the way it was Joe, just the way it was Joe Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Show you the ropes Joe, I'll show you the ropes Joe, show you the ropes Joe Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe It's been a long time I know, been a long I know, been a long time I know You don't have to be alone Joe, you don't have to be alone Joe Place for us Joe, there's a place for us Joe We'll do all the things that you used to do, we'll do all the things that you There are people that need us, people that need things that we know How to do Joe Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Place for us Joe, there's a place for us Joe You don't have to be alone Joe, you don't have to be alone Hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe, hang with me Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Bazooka Joe, Bazooka Joe Welcome back, Joe |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
Well, I don't know why we come here
Guess I just needed the bang We walk in the beef, and then we pull on the rope And then the, then the hammer comes down Cables Cables Cables So I guess they know I'm not no company man But I can pull on a rope, I can kill a cow Fast as any other f**ker can Cables Cables Cables |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
(Wire cover)
I feel old, I feel cold I feel old, I feel cold I'm sublime, I'm sublime And is there something there behind me Like a movie, like a movie I am mesmerized by my own beat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat I feel old, I feel cold I am mesmerized by my own beat Like a movie, like a movie It's behind me like a heartbeat Like a movie, like a heartbeat By a own beat, by a heartbeat By a own beat, like a heartbeat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat Heartbeat, like a heartbeat Like a heartbeat, heartbeat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat Like a movie, it's behind me I am mesmerized by my own beat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat Like a heartbeat, like a heartbeat |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
[inspired by a piece of evidence in the "Billionare Boys Club" trial]
Buy a pack of squares Arrive at the apartment Confront the investor Explain the situation Have him sign the documents Bind him to a chair Handcuff him Place him face down on the bed Shoot him once Remember gloves Scan apartment Kill the dog Kill the dog Kill the dog Evidence Kill the dog Kill the dog Kill the dog Evidence Kill the dog Evidence Kill the dog Evidence Kill the dog |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
You are not mine
You ugly thing You ugly thing You are not mine Not my face Not my seed Not my child You are not mine You are my monster You are not mine You are a monster I take your blame?? Essential mine?? Look at the monster Look at the monster You are mine It's my disco It's my disco It's my disco It's my disco (fireworks sounds) I take you little shit?? I do a little dance I take a little stop?? I do a little dance It's my disco It's my disco I mmm the bitch? I show a little mercy You are not me You are a monster You ugly thing A special me?? It's my disco It's my disco It's my disco It's my disco I got a little shop?? I do a little dance I got a little sex?? I do a little dance It's my disco It's my disco It's my disco It's my disco |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
A man is known by his tools
I earn my keep with my tools Fools, you fools, you fools, you fools You will not touch my tools I want to know what you do with my grinder A man is known by his tools I earn my keep with my tools Fools, you fools, you fools, you fools You will not touch my tools I want to know what you do with my grinder |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
We got some unions
All I got are these molls And I want to use them What do you say, boss? Your boss, my boss You are my job I am a gun thug You are my job You've got your principles I've got bills to pay You've got your lovers I've got mouths to feed Your boss is my boss You are my job I am a gun thug This is my job We are the ready men We are the strong Men who are lovers Men who drink wine We are the ready men We are the strong We are the smart ones You are wrong We are the ready men We are the strong Men with our lovers Men who drink wine We are the ready men We are the ready men |
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from Big Black - The Rich Man`S Eight Track Tape (2003)
I'm tough as dirt, I'm mean as blood
Where, where I blow out comes spiders, where I step a weed dies No smokes with diapers for Pete, King of All Detectives Fall down on your knees, fall down and worship King Dick King Dick! My business walked out with the broken man My business walks out with the colored man I have no shame, I'm a hard working man I have my pride, I'm a straight-standing man I am Pete When I find that man, I ply my trade I use my wits, I use my hands I am no drunkard, I am no colored man I am king, I am king, I am king, I am Pete, I am Pete I find that house, I find that chick I find that man, I find my bitch My name and my size, I'm back with a bang I'm peaking, I'm peaking, I'm peaking, I'm peaking I'm Pete Peak, yeah, I'm Pete I'm Pete Peak, yeah, I'm Pete I'm Pete Peak, yeah, I'm Pete Pete Peak, yeah Yeah! |
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