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..::Songs texts from all albums::..

[Cambodia]  [All In The Family]  [Bleed]  [Turn Me Loose]  [Get Naked]  [Jump Around] [Master Of Puppets]  [Bring The Noise]  [Crushed]  [Doin' Time At The Rockline]  [Human Pinata]  [Don't Remeber]  [Counterfeit (demo)]  [Stuck (demo)]  [Pollution (demo)]  [Snake in your Face]  [Back o da Bus]  [It's Like That Y'all]  [I Would For You] [Outside]

Cambodia - песня исполнялась на Ladies Nights In Cambodia Tour.

Are you ready?
Then GET THE FUCK UP!
Lemme hear some nooooooise

GET UP GET UP(woo hah)

Wait just a minute I see your mouth moviní
But I donít hear a word that you say
POP! Mish Mosh Up in the brain
Iím on my cycle
Highways, my ways
are up and down like the Dow Jones
I rock these microphones
I donít exaggerate
Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate
Donít hate the people just the Ďtudes
the attitudes
So lose the attitude, and I wont be fuckiní mad at you
But if ya bitiní donít be frightened kid
Iím sorta likiní whatcha stealiní
Your open wound style needs some healiní
Checked out by my flow
Iím glad ya know
Behind the spunk I got the phattest fuckiní live show
You feel the tension
The eyeballs in ya socket
Canít comprehend how we rock it
Ya canít stop it
Ya like the ways that we liviní
Ya need it
Your demo tape, punk
I inspect it, then reject it
Who survives at the end of the day?
But too much airplay, huh,
Iím gonna keep it all underground

GET UP GET UP (woo-hah)
WHATTYA KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?
Whoís hot ? Whoís not ?
Who ? WHO ?
Whoís hot ? Whoís not ?

Wait just a minute
I see your mouth moviní
But I donít hear a word that you say
BUCK! Hand Grenades
Best describe the impactionCanít get no satisfaction
Ya take it back
What were you doiní back in í82?
No need for answers just a thought for your mental
Fallout Shelter
Heltah Skelter
The J Bob bet ya,
the Beatle upset ya
But Iím an easy rider like Iím Henry Fonda
The Kingpin Bizkit
That flows beyond ya
Mental highways, my path ya canít stop
The unexpected, so check ya roadblock
Go black water, keep on rhymin'
Cause this mic is mine and Iím a keep on shininí

GET UP GET UP (woo-hah)
WHATTYA KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?
Whoís hot? Whoís not?
Who? WHO?
Whoís hot? Whoís not?

Вверх

All In The Family - Korn feat. Fred Durst

Fred: Say what, say what? (много раз)

Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...

Fred: Say what, say what?
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.


Jon: I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to??

Jon: Me.

Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.

Jon: Whatever.

Fred: All up in my face with that...

Jon: Are you ready?!?

Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!

Jon: Yeah, baby!

Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.

Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day,

Fred. Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.

Jon: So you hate me?

Fred: and I hate you!

Jon: You know what, you know what?

Both: It's all in the family.

Jon: I hate you!

Fred: and you hate me!

Jon: You know what, you know what?

Both: It's all in the family.

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.

Fred: Who's hot, who's not?

Jon: You.

Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.

Jon: Fuck you.

Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away.

Jon: Get a gay?

Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.

Jon: So you hate me?

Fred: and I hate you!

Jon: You know what, you know what?

Both: It's all in the family.

Jon: I hate you!

Fred: and you hate me!

Jon: You know what, you know what?

Both: It's all in the family.

Fred: You call yourself a singer?

Jon: Yep.

Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer.

Jon: Oh cool!

Fred: Your favorite band is winger,

Jon: Winger?

Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.

Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!

Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.

Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut.

Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?

Jon: Over here.

Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover.

Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.

Jon: So you hate me?

Fred: and I hate you!

Jon: You know what, you know what?

Both: It's all in the family.

Jon: I hate you!

Fred: and you hate me!

Jon: You know what, you know what?

Both: It's all in the family.

Jon: and I love you!

Fred: and I want you!

Jon: and I'll suck you!

Fred: and I'll fuck you!

Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!

Fred: and I'll eat you!

Jon: and I lick your little dick motherfucker.

Fred: Say what? Say... what?

Вверх

Bleed - SoulFly feat. Fred Durst

Max:
You better realize
You kill life, you kill life Why??? Why???
I see your eyes, I see your lies I see you hide, inside...  
What goes around comes around
Now it's your time
How long can you lie???
How long can you hide???
How long can you live with your soulbleed???
How long can you live with your soul...  
Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed  (4x)
Go
What goes around comes around
No more lies
You kill life, you kill life Why??? Why???
I see a mother cry I see a brother cry 
What goes around comes around
Now it's your time
How long can you lie???
How long can you hide???
How long can you live with your soulbleed???
How long can you live with your soul...  
Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed  (4x)
Fuckin' Bleed
Fred: 
Bring it on
Bring it I'll make you bleed and you'[re bleeding now (3x)
Muthafucka I got my pride and that's all I need
I'll make you bleed with another blow without the radio
Don't take advantage of this process
You might have to digest a blade made for your ass to fade
I'm living on instinct
Never think when I'm rushin' bones crushin'
When I put your sorry ass in a package
You piece of shit sealed and delivered from a savage
And now you sweat because you're goin' down
You envious clown fuckin' bleed
Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed Bleed  (4x)

Вверх

Turn Me Loose ( feat. Eminem)

Eminem - Uh huh. Aight
Fred - Check
Eminem - Slim Shady
Fred - Shady, do the mic, kid

Eminem:
I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music for High School kids
I put lives at risk when I drive like this
{screech!}
With a slipped disk from a Limp Bizkit disc
I just missed the gift list for Christmas gifts
So I get pissed and can't pick which wrists to slit
Little rich kids in cribs don't attempt this shit
So step back while I prep to pimp this bitch
So I says to this girl
I'm like "What up girl? Shut up girl!"
And showed her a cut-up squirrel
She screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her
Slapped me in the mouth and called me a nutty murderer
I moved on to two blondes kissin' on a futon
"Hey yo baby!" "What do you want?"
I looked at them both and I was like uh
"Check this out toots, I'm lookin for cookie puss!"
I need to speak to him immediately
They played my video on MTV last week
And just when I was thinkin' I was all that and then some
In comes Fred Durst

Fred:
So Shady let me get some!
Who knows what galaxy I came from
One where a bass drum's hung from a high-chair
Now I'm a nightmare
You stay right there
I got the fever for the flavor of a single
See, me and Shady, I think we got it locked down
Shocked by the sound
I got you cruisin' with your top down
These two blondes, I offered them both a drink
And this you would think, could get the party started
But instead, them girls turned their heads
Opened up their mouths, smelled like somebody farted
So it was time for me to move on
Shady said the living room was a dance floor
So turn me loose
I was cuttin' a rug with this chick
Bumped into this dude who was drunk and a prick
Rambling on about how he was gonna kill me
Wow, I spilled a drink on his shirt!
But noo, he insisted we should go
And before I could drop 'em
Shady had to clock 'em
The music stopped, the party stood shell-shocked
So I looked around, grabbed the cutest girl and did the smurf

Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose
This party's goin' my way
Or no way at all
Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose
This party's goin' my way
Or no way at all

Eminem:
Turn me loose!
You better tell them to come re-shingle the roof
Just keep feedin' me free drinks till I puke
Fred'll ask me to lead sing in his group
I'm sittin' in the barn, I'm not bein' approached
Cuz Fred's over there, stealin' all of my hoes
"Yo Fred save me some!"
I walked up to these siamese twins
And asked them to have a threesome
Told 'em that two heads are better than one
Plus I respect how y'all roll together as one
Got a slap in the teeth and a kick in the groin
Stood up like "Hey wait, where you goin?" "Bye!"
Oh well, three strikes and I'm out
And I just struck out three times in a row
I ain't tryin' no more
Fuck it, I'm chillin'
Took a shot of yable
Fell asleep, I was silly

Fred:

Who knows what galaxy I came from
One where a bass drum's hung from a high-chair
Now I'm a nightmare
You stay right there
I got the fever for the flavor of a single
See, me and Shady, I think we got it locked down
Shocked by the sound
I got you cruisin' with your top down
These two blondes, I offered them both a drink
And this you would think, could get the party started
But instead, them girls turned their heads
Opened up their mouths, smelled like somebody farted
So it was time for me to move on
Shady said the living room was a dance floor
So turn me loose
I was cuttin' a rug with this chick
Bumped into this dude who was drunk and a prick
Rambling on about how he was gonna kill me
Wow, I spilled a drink on his shirt!

Turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose
This party's goin' my way
Or no way at all
Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose
This party's goin' my way
Or no way at all

Why don't you turn me loose, turn me loose, turn me loose
This party's goin' my way
Or no way at all

Вверх

Get Naked - Methods Of Mayhem feat. Fred Durst

77 MILLION DOLLARS MADE FROM WATCHIN ME CUM UNDER THE SUN ON MY VACATION, "AFTER HOURS ON SPECTRAVISION" SHOOTIN MY JIZZY JIZUM THE WOODY HAS RIZZY RISEN, I AIN'T GETTIN PAID TO ENTERTAIN YOUR BRIDAL SHOWERS, ROCKIN MY PORNO TAPE FOR HOURS AND HOURS, @#$%^&* ARE FEARIN ME IT'S BIGGER THAN RON JEREMY..

Fred: Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY.

GET, GET NAKED
Cmon baby make it hot
GET, GET NAKED
Ride the cock til ya hit the spot
GET, GET NAKED
Cmon baby make it hot
Get NAKED

DOIN IT DOGGY STYLE......
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
..Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
..Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay

THE LITLE GEISHA HO FROM TOKYO WHO SAID SHE COULD BLOW, TEN DOLLAS LOVE ME LONGTIME IN A LIMO, FOR REALLY Doh, I'M JUST TRYIN TO FLY WITH THE FLOWS FREAK UP SOME HO'S BLOW UP THE SHOWS, MAKE A LITTLE Dough-HO AS IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, BACK TO THE STRIPCLUB FREAKIN UP SOME HO-HOS SWINGIN MY DINGALING IT AINT NO THaNG.
IT'S THose INTERGALACTIC HOS WHO CAME DOWN IN THOSE SPACE PROBES, FINE GREEN HIENAS REPRESENTIN WITH NO CLOTHES

MIX MASTER MIKE
MIX MASTER MIKE
MAKIN THE PUSSY TIGHT
NO JIMMY,NO GIMMIE,NO LUST
IN THE METHODS OF MAYHEM WE TRUST,SO RIP OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND EXPOSE YOUR BUSTS
Fred: Cause IT'S THEM ASS CHEEKS THAT MAKE MY ASS WEAK AND I've BEEN RUNNIN WITH THE BLUEBALLS SINCE LAST WEEK, AND IF YOU ASK ME I'LL BE GLAD TO SPEAK UNTIL WE GET BUTT NAKED AND BREAK IT DOWN WITH NASTY.

GET,GET NAKED
Cmon baby make it hot
GET,GET NAKED
Ride the cock til ya hit the spot
GET,GET NAKED
Cmon baby make it hot
Get NAKED

(lil kim's rap is not included)

Вверх

Jump Around - cover version of House of Pain's song

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin I came to win
Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids in KoRn
Plus my mom and my pops

I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up
Jump up and get down
Jump (18x)

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms
And just like the Prodigal
Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up
Jump up and get down
Jump (18x)

Вверх

Master of Puppets
- live Metallic cover that Wes sang and performed [between *'s] at Limptropolis tour)

*End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you

Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
*Master

 Вверх

Bring The Noise - Staind feat. Fred Durst and D.J. Lethal

Gimme some guitars punk
Sweet Leth
Limp Bizkit in the house
What fucken' house?
Seattle baby
Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind

Bring the noise
Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible 
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-o said "freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I never really had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cuz my records they sell 
'Cuz a brother like me said "well?"
Farrakhan's a racist and I think you outta listin to
What he can say to you what you otta do
Follow for now power of the people say.
"Make a miracle, D. pump the lyrical"
United we stand, all in all, we're gonna win.
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again 

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Never badder than bad 'cuz the brother is madder than mad 
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator 
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope 
'Cuz the beats in the lines are so dope 
Listen for lessons I'm saying
Inside music that the critics are blasting me 
For they'll never care for the brother and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war.
We got to demostrate, come on
They're gonna have to wait 'till we get it right 
Radio stations I question their blackness 
They call themselves black. but we'll see if they'll play this 

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is Lethal dose, we call him Leth you know
He can cut a record from side to side 
So what, the ride the glide should be much safer than a suicide 
Soul control, beat is the father or our rock' n' roll 
Music for whatcha, for whichin' you call a band man 
Makin' a music abuse it but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos but we ride limos, too 
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you 
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run DMC first said a DJ could be a band 
Stand on it's feet get you out your seat 
Beat is for Eric B. and LB as well, hell 
Records from Fred D still we can rock bells
Ever for ever, Universal it will sell 
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Bring that fucken' noise, and get the fuck up
Get the fuck up
Bring the noise
Bring it
Fuck this
Limp Bizkit 
Fuck this
In the studio
Fucken Suck ass
Bring that noise
Man fuck this
Terry Date is a fucken pain
Everybody shut up and turn the fucken' tape off

 Вверх

Crushed - from End of Days OST

It's limp bizkit
And this is how we learn

You can't talk to me
You're not supposed be, in my face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
You gotta talk that shit,
You gotta keep that dog-ass breath
All up in my face

But I remember when,
you would never lie to a friend
cause you were so high,
you were so shy,
you were so fucked up anyway

life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn

you can't erase me,
I'm alive as I can be, in your face
So get the fuck outta my face
Why you insist?
just gotta turn out like this,
you're gonna burn out like this all up in my face

but I remember how
you said you want it all and you want it now
cause you were so young,
you were so dumb
you were so fucked up anyway

life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn

think about it (think about it),
Think about it (think about it)
Oh my (oh my), where you at (where you at)?
C'mon(c'mon)
I know you feelin' it baby (feelin' it baby)
I know you feelin' that (feelin' that)
C'mon
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
Cause my styyyyyyyyyyyyle is identical to none
(Identical to none)
outta here (outta here)
I'm getting' the hell outta here (hell outta here)
Limp bizkit style (limp bizkit style)
Hey lethal wait up ( hey lethal wait up)

 Вверх

Doin' Time on tha Rockline

Alright everybody out there
coming to you live from 93.3 in Jacksonville Fl
we're limp bizkt check it out
i been around the world and then some
dum ditty dum 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 emcee with bad habits i am i see a mic and i grab it so scary ain't it i'm comin raw with no corrections, savin all perfections for what i do with my erections so dream on and dream until your dream comes true reality check kid that's why you're on the deck kid wired to your car no matter where you are you lip synch these jams cause you're far from a superstar and if you're lonely ho i ain't the one who gives a damn ho i like it solo no need to brag about the hiny cause i'm on the deal and bitches still find me and since i got a record on the billboard you fish talkin fans with demos in your hands always up my ass askin me if ima sign em but ya it don't flow it don't flow
i catch the buzz with the dom perignon, when jerry's springer's on no need to carry on what's with all the frustration need a demonstration punk, then check the variation i might need to be dazed when i taste your lyrical ways punk, because your lyrical styles are lyrical what i make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts

i'm doin time on the rockline
i'm doin time on the rockline
i'm doin time on the rockline
i'm doin time...

mish mosh up in the brain i'm on my cycle like them highways myways are up and down like the dow jones i bust these microphones don't exaggerate i keep it real and only speak about the shit i hate don't hate you people just the tudes the attitudes lose the attitude and i wont' be freakin mad at you but if you're bitin don't be frightened kid i'm sorta likin what you're stealin your open wound syle needed some healin you're shut down by my flow i'm glad you know behind this spark i got the phattest freakin live show you feel the tension the eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how i rock it you can't stop it you like the way that i live it you need it your demo tape punk i inspected been ejected who survives at the end of the day with too much airplay huh i'm gonna keep it all underground

i'm doin rhyme on the time line
i'm doin time on the rock line
i'm doin rhyme on the time line
i'm doin time on the rock line

heyman wake up and smell the concrete strange to see you've changed like the phat beat could be identity crisis but i can't buy this reality bites but that's what life is pitiful you your hideous behavior hate what god gave ya fakin all the flavor artificial minds seekin out the new trends get in where ya fit in quit thinking like a has been diggin in my culture let me let you punks know i'm an old school soldier with the funk flow a damn shame you gotta change yourself because your'e sick of yourself well i'm sick of you too

i'm doin time on the rockline
i'm gonna shout out right out here and right out there and the world listenin to the rockline this goes out to you  uh i'd like to give a shout out to interscope give a big shout out to jordan schur got a big shout out to 311 and a big shout out to korn i got a big shout out to the deftones i got a big shout out to primus and a big shout out to the firm and a big shout out to sevendust and a big shout out to powerman 5000 and a big shout out to cold and a big shout out to soulfly and a big shout out to ross robinson and a big shout out to orgy and a big shout out to jenny barnes and a big shout out to richie and a big shout out to nick and a big shout out to yetti and a big shout out to bruce and a big shout out to junior and a big shout out to adidas and a big shout out to tribal gear and a big shout out to tone luc and a big shout out to ibanez and a big shout out to indigo ranch and a big shout out to orange county percussion a big shout out to bob at the rockline big shout out to bob at the rockline big shout out to bob at the rockline...

 Вверх

Human Pinata (Videodron feat. Fred Durst)

Directions say assembly required
Nothing's admired the majority's been
Hired, wired, the truth the roof is on fire
A life all I desire
Paychecks, respect disappears quickly
Situation tense trickly
Hand jobs, yes they have plenty
Backs cracked for copper pennies
Migraines, wrist sprains
Free samples of rogaine, fill me with anything
Regaining ground while the well endowed
Sit proud with their head in the clouds
Prophets predicted it
Inscribed on the minds of the ancient tribes
Mother nature striking back

Come suffer with me
(Man can only rape his mother for so long)

What will you do the chosen few?
With your Reebok shoes and your missing clues
Pretend it will all go away?
Oxygen levels growing thin
The opposite of birth unfolds within
Must prepare and be aware existence of man will disappear
No tunnel harps, angels to follow
Every man, women, child swallowed
No eight o' clock alarm tomorrow
Man returns the earth he borrowed
And while the meek obey to repeat defeat
(mother nature releases)

Come suffer with me
(Man can only rape his mother for so long)

One nine nine nine (what yeah)
Gotta get a grip on come on
What's this fuckin' world coming to?
Run for shelter, helter skelter
It's too bad, before too long there'll be no songs
No break of dawn, it'll all be gone cuz Mrs. Mother Nature
She grow to hate ya
It's the apocalypse kid
A little karma for all that you did
You want to know where we're headin'
Armageddon

Come suffer with me
(Man can only rape his mother for so long)
(Will time erase the human race)

 Вверх

Don't Remember

Hit it
Hit It

Black and white
You know your somewhere in between
I hate you
But I hate about me

Why can't I know exactly how you think?
I'm just as dirty down inside
As you could ever be
But
Girl you know you can't control
What you do not know
You and I we can't let go and we don't control

But you don't remember
What you used to be like
You don't remember
Who you used to be

But you know that

This will stop
To start
Fooled around we shoulda have never fell apart
I hate you
But I hate about me
Girl you know you can't control
What you do not know
You and I we can't let go and we don't control
So we fade
Away
So we fade away
Away

But you don't remember
What you used to be like
You don't remember
Who you used to be

Because you lied
You lied

Girl you bring me
Down into this hell
Girl you break me
How I've never felt

and we fuck
and we fight
and we fight
and we fuck
and we fuck
and we fight
and we fighhttttt
and we FUCK!

Take back
This pain
This pain
Girl you know
Take back
This pain
This pain
Girl you know
Fuck me!!!
Fuck me!!!
FUCK YOU!!!!
Girl you know
Don't touch me I wont touch you
So back offfff!!!
Cause you lie
You lie!!!!
Girl you know you can't control what you did not know
You and I we can't let go and we don't control
So we fade
Away
So we fade
Away
Away
You just don't get it
You just don't get it
You just don't get it
Get it, Get it, Get it, Get it

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Counterfeit (demo)

I want to be a part of this (echo) fake,
hey man wake up and smell the concrete
strange to see you've changed like the LB
could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
reality bites but that's what life is
pitiful you, your hideous behavior hate
what God gave ya
fakin all the flava
artificial minds seeking out the new trends
get in where you fit in quit thinking
like a has been diggin in my culture
let me let you punks know I'm an old school
soldier with the funk flow
damn shame you want to change yourself
because you're sick of yourself well Im sick of you too

(Chorus)
fake cause your a counterfeit
you know we figured you out
Im sick of you too fake

I wonder I wonder I wonder
what its like to be a clone
doing nothin, nothin on my own
alone in your misery
your bitin on my new style
filed as a counterfeit going down in history
as nothing but a copy cat
so if your fakin that your phat
you need a ballbat right where your head is at
all your desperation causes separation
now I grab the mic to intimidation
your weakness screams
from a limb on your siren phonys
get the hint quick smack with the
funk flip pain for the fakers fame
cant maintain because you're sick of yourself

Chrous

all these phonies, you know we figured you out
now Id like to pass the mic to my main man
crawlin to you creep you'd better be creepin
out the door because I'm in like flin
deeper then you've ever seen
before cause your way behind the times
you're living in the past
you know I'm peterbuilt
thats right you know Im always built to last
you disregarded your life
you disrespected your friends
you've even stolen your appearance
from hangin out with my family
I should have never dropped my guard
so you could stab me in the back
but you were freakin me out
just fakin me out you wore a mask
freakin me out you wear a mask called
your fakin me out
you wear a mask called counterfeit
now you're steadily startin to change
you wanna rearrange your lifestyle live like
a wild child with the vibe alive you could lie
and try to be (fake) so fly
a lie but you deny that your're just a fake
you know we figured you out
youre a phony youre phony
you know we figured you out fake...
your freakin me out your freakin me out

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Stuck (demo)

Psycho female blowin out my phone line
you need to tighten that screw
it's been loose for a long time
damn Ive been slammed
with some bad luck
soon Im gonna bring
the doom with the buck,
buck now you duck duck
goose Im lettin loose
with a 30 odd freestyle labeled
hostile by my profile
must be all the madness
you and all your tactics
jolted for my cash
got to make them
pockets super phat
hey Im a humble man
kicking out the jams like a tramp
Im goin to stick it
like a stamp to this business
whats with all the business
I get paid to take the microphone
and slay the stage so stay,
stay away from all the bros in my
band and all the fans and
all my friends when the cash
is comin in
Ill be slammin them balls
to the wall
with the ink on my flesh
and the yes, yes y'all
no 9 to 5 I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp
like a Chattanooga champ
that's all we need another
bad seed planted on this earth
motivated by greed

(Chrous)
you want play that game bitch
you take a dash for my cash
its your ass that Im blastin
you bad luck you so stuck
stuck deep down in that hole
again stuck got your brain
on my green again
stuck your so stuck
in your head you dont even know

all I wanted was a Pepsi
just one Pepsi
far from suicidal
still I get them tendencies
bringing back the memories
that I really miss
when I reminisce rockinback
in the '80s
live my attitude to do or die
once I was a maggot
now i feel super fly
bound for the boundaries
no limits G
phat ass rhymes driven by
my destiny your styles in my pocket
proclaimed to regain that
essence pressin cause I'm hostile
labeled my profile
in deed I am I am indeed hostile
when it comes to greed

Chorus

Oh wait a minute lets mello out
mellow cats live in the studio today
thinkin about this greedy bitch Kathlene
all I know is that you must be fucked up
in that head why
why you want to be like that (4x)
why the fuck you want to be like that.
why you got to dig in my business
you fuckin whore stuck on yourself
you are you take a dash
for my cash its your ass that I'm
blastin stuck on yourself you whore
you take a dash for my cash
it's your ass that I'm blastin

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Pollution (demo)

Use your vehicle of salvation,
my brothers, go buy a gun.
And go give your gun to Jesus and
say Jesus you go kill the disciples of Satan
and you kill the Nazis Jesus Gimme an amen.
Amen.
Gimme a hallelujah brother.
Hallelujah.
Feel the pain of sweet Jesus.
Gimme another amen.
Amen.
Gimme another.
Amen.
You've got to kill the noise.
Have you been healed?
Have you been saved Has it happened
to you
my brother Thank the Lord Praise the Lord
I love Jesus I love Jesus Kill the pollution
pollution

the greatest side is critical
when digging on my concept
rhythms keep on building like smog
I be running from the law
maybe its the low end,
smothered with the freestyle
maybe its the thought
of being on the bottom of the pile
style bound to the sky lines
keep em on the sidelines
choking on my fly rhymes
you need the Heimlich maneuver
this aint no joke
you're gonna choke when
Im swinging it to ya
when do we decide that
we'd be narrow in our minds
when do we decide

(Chrous)
I'll probably never understand
pollution, you preach the noise
about the words that you don't wanna hear
pollution, I keep the grip real
tight on the mic when I spill
pollution, you preach the noise
about the words that you don't wanna hear
pollution, I keep the grip real tight

breaker, breaker 1 9,
spitting out that mad skill
suicidal punk let me know
you're real
I'm walking on a thin line
with the sticky bass line
now you're stuck with the flow
running through your mind
so if you're crossing over,
let me know that you're real
put the flex on your neck
now you get the feel
I'm loud like the thunder
this time you're going
under what the fuck is
even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype
me and complain
I can't refrain
from bringing on the pain
when do we decide
that we'd be narrow in our minds
when do we decide

Chrous

you don't even know me
but you stereotype me
you don't even know me
you can try, you can try,
you can fry, you can fry  
when you hide from your fears (3x)
you don't know me (3x)
did you say something
Ill probably never understand
when do we decide that we'd be narrow
in our minds when do we decide

Chorus

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Snake in your Face 

Who is it
who is in my house (will smith)
the snakes in the house (tina turner)
[whistling, screaming]
i'm going with the flow
i'm going with the flow
i'm going with the flow (come on)
(bring it on snake)
yo yo yo
the snakes in the house
wassup
who's in the house
the snakes in the motha fucken house
(mc mongoose)
i bust [silly crazy cool???] on the microphone
you cant stop the tone when i'm in the zone
beat [???]
i bust motha fuckas up who try to bust a beat [???]
yo word up i cant be stopped
every word i say has got [???]
you better be afraid of my unstoppable money
i got all the bitches cuz i'm so funny
the snake says hey
the snake says ho
cuz i holds [???] power of the bass control
and control cant be stopped
because the bass in your face is like the snake

chorus?:
give me the bass like the bass in your face
like a can of mase
ride the snake [3x in different voices]

(screaming, yelling and growling noises)
yo yo yo
wassup
i be the true [???]
like a psycho synapsis
come and destroy [???] in the millenium
[???dead on trial???]
fly ass beats like a microwave [???]
using all my [???] tactics
babes and hoes [???]
fightin the snake
never knew the [???]
i try to fight you like a monolith
phat style
[???] striker ridin the snake
like a bass on a mission
bass on a mission to the snake comin atcha
cuz

chorus?:
give me the bass like the bass in your face
like a can of mase
ride the snake [1x]

wassup newman
wassup david newman
comin atcha with the bald head cracka style
i wanna say that, ohh my god
break that shit [???runnin, runnin wild, baby???]
[lots more noises and yelling and barking in background]
[???move your hands, 50 feet in the air???]
actin all stylin when the hoes is around you
what you gonna do baby
what you wanna do baby
you wanna fuck with the snakes
fangs in your face
[silence then majorly loud barking]
quit that barkin mr snake
hhhssssssssss
[???you know what i'm sayin, its like growing up in my neighborhood, its about that shit you know
what i'm sayin???]
[screaming]
come on

chanting:
snake [28x???]

[spoken:]
hey yo snake
yo snake tell em how hard it is

yo its so hard man
its like when i first got a record deal my first time
i like came in the studio you know what i'm sayin
i like came in the studio and they were all like
all up in my shit you know what i'm sayin
you know what i'm sayin and then
they like
i like
dj venom was like
he was kickin the shit you know what i'm sayin
(you striked em dawg)
yeah i strikeded em, yo
i sure
i came in the vocal booth and you know what i'm sayin
(you striked em snake) (you striked em)
i said look, yo you gonna get the fangs in the face
if you dont back off from me you know what i'm sayin
i'm gonna show you (yeah snake you showed em)
yo wassup you know
you know like dj venom came in he said yo
and thats when we formed the co ..
thats when we formed the cobras
and we came in
[laughing]

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Back o da Bus

Dont want to go
Dont want to go
Dont want to go
Dont want to go

I dont want to do this by myself
cant help to think
that this ride wont last too long for me
go so long
the milage that i gain
is to touch you
and leave myself a name

Nobody said
It was gonna be easy
nobody said
that you would always be lost inside

And nobody said
It was gonna be easy
and nobody said
that you would always be lost
lost

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It's Like That Y'all w/ Run DMC

It's like that Ya'll

and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on
and the beat goes on

run dmc and grand masta j
L-I-M-P and the place to be
never went to college i had an ID
now all the critics wanna know about me
but if you read about me you don't know about
and you reporters wanna dog me (dog me)
and stick their noses up my ass and talk shit before they rob me
and every now and then you'll see my face on a Spin inside
critizing my hobbie again
these motherfuckers don't know (they don't know)
i open magazine's checkin out my life like a fuckin show
and now i'm gettin mad at where the good was you always put the bad at
i can't have that
see i'm the one who gets laughed at
but that shit will pass cause i always get the last laugh
and i'll keep coming with my revenge
and leave you loose at the ends like a heroin serenge (doh)
and keep rollin in this new Benz
with all my fake friends that break when the tape ends
i'm stayin platnium on this rolex
no need to go hi-tech with all these 7-fifty checks
cause i just won the lotto (lotto)
my beats from DJ Lethal, my man John Otto, the desperado
i feel like its so funny
with the single on the billboard and a little bit a'money
now all the citics wanna hit it
all the critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it
all these critics wanna hit it
all these critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it

and the beat goes on
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)

it's like a dicka da dee, and a dicka da doo
a full fledged rebel of the hottest crew
like a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime
and keep it on comin with the ruckis and rhyme
the king is on queens for queens come kings
raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings
we beat ya'll (beat ya'll) we don't quit (quit)
and the DJ all about the flip, bust it
i'm gettin chedder comin better than the rest of ya'll
gettin paid ever since the fresh festival
so ditch your self cuz i have my man Moe
and yes, oh yes were runnin the flow
but king of rock who, who, to feed my hobbie and job
and when i come to bring the ruckis suckas duckas and duds its just a one two three (three) three to two one
my man DMC my next feature run
the news is posted the word is spread (spread)
it means your run is coming hard and roll with Fred

now all the critics wanna hit it
all the critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it
all these critics wanna hit it
all these critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it

and the beat goes on
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)

for every average air, beware of this content
disrupt the scene, prolific, to be safisticate
to give you less eminence stop with the complex on this contects
to bring divenity to all MC's off the street
this pholosophy extends from the bass drum
slay some i'm lay some to rest
screw legislation
put you on a quest for immitation
but now the sun leaves holes in my window pain
the high elevence has hit me like your fake creamin jaw
ejaculate, feel the flow just off the high-8
tongue rings heavy in your jaw (yeah)
i wonder what its like acrawl with that slatty goat you so called pro
these free throw baskets with paragraphs, tracks
i know you can't understand these soundtracks enourmous
my sound is annoymous

now all the critics wanna hit it
all the critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it
all these critics wanna hit it
all these critics wanna hit it
just can how we did it

and the beat goes on
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)

and the beat goes on
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)

and the beat goes on
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)
it's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
(and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on)

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I Would For You

Oh, baby. i'm so tired!
band from the goverment
band from the tax repirts as everybody's slave
I'll make ya my slave
me i'd, this i'd do for you
if it would help to give the world back what it gave then i would
you see these eyes, i got crazy eyes
maybe they are but so are yours
if it would help to give the world back what it gave then i would

I would for you
I would for you
I would for you
I would for you
I would for you
Yeah, i would for you,
I would

I would do anything for you mother fuckers

Uou see my eyes, i got crazy eyes
maybe they are but so are yours
if it would help to give this world back what it gave then i would

I would, i would for you
I would for you, yeah
I would (16x)
I would for you, yeah, i would for you,
I would, i'd do anything for you, I would

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Outside w/ Aaron Lewis

And youÖ bring me to my knees
all this time, that I could beg you please
all the times that I felt insecure
and I leave my burdens at the door

I'm on the outside
I'm looking in I can see through you
see your true colors
cause inside youíre ugly
youíre ugly like me
I can see through you
see to the real you

All this time that I felt like this wont end
was for you
and I taste what I could never have
itís from you
all those timesÖ that I tried
my intentions
full of pride
and I waste more time than anyone

All the times that I cried
all this wasting
itís all inside
and i feel all this pain
stuffed it down
itís back again
and I lie here in bed
all alone I can mend
and I feel tomorrow will be ok

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