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| − | '''My genuine apologies for going way too hard. Please be advise all of this is just to make people laugh.'''
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| − | This is the book of Roman. These are songs form the band '''Funk Kill Blasphemy'''. They sound vocally like Gorefest/Bolt Thrower mixed with Death(Band) but voice has a unique static metallic tint to it. Instrumentals are heavy janky modern Havok/Exodus/Danzig. There style is mostly Black and Doom Metal. There lyrics also touch base to a modern fan base by containing elements of hip hop. But their trashiest songs became their iron lung. Kobain is 18-20 at this time his voice has deepened.
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| − | == Single ==
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| − | ===Infin8te Diss Track===
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| − | Video shot at Dollhouse with girls dancing in the background.
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| − | Rave Raps:
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| − | "C.O. See. Online Free. MMO. RPG.
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| − | I'm with million girls and I'm drinking lean
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| − | A bachelor's dream and I'm shuffling
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| − | Pokerface make it so obscene
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| − | Vomiting. Dramamine.
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| − | Spread of Queens
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| − | I'm a god not a ******* king
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| − | Pro.mo.tion, Promote Pawn
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| − | ~Dancing with a gun~
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| − | Man checkers, They'll check us
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| − | But I'll digress
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| − | Cuz I play chess
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| − | ~And your girl will blitz with me~
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| − | I'm too mean. Head hunting
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| − | ~I sit back and work the queen~
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| − | I'll teach you boys like spank my sons
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| − | Y'all useless as a bunch of ****hie to a group of nuns
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| − | Dollhouse fun
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| − | Y'all bois better off my lawn
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| − | Tell a ***** beware
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| − | Could beat you with a stare
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| − | Infin8te know I'm the nightmare scare
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| − | I'm ballin' like I'm balding losing hair
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| − | You on my plate like a bib and some tableware
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| − | Be afraid like we some ghost in here
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| − | Legion speaks and you don't talk back
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| − | Yes I bought the island and that's a fact
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| − | Then I got some girls from Thailand and brought them back
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| − | Renamed my hometown 'thigh'-land because the *** was fat
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| − | Wildn' when she put my name up on her crack, back back back
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| − | DCU. Ohhhh! That **** sounds wack!
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| − | G. E. N. - O. S. Is best
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| − | It's a bird or a plain bullet in your chest?
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| − | Never test. Get your vest
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| − | Watch me **** like pigeons mess
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| − | Now Royal flush
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| − | With my feet like the style to dirty to touch
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| − | Man I got some girls in here with their hips in air. Like some villains in a lair. They told me put it in her and they ain't straight.
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| − | I don't save no world don't tear
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| − | So I am god and in god we fear
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| − | In her head like hair
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| − | You get no love
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| − | You just Grond
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| − | And you sob
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| − | It's Legion Island bro...
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| − | It's Legion Island bro...
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| − | I said it's Legion Island brooo!"
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| − | Slip Raps (Gay Style):
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| − | Rave go hard
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| − | N8 just bad
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| − | Rave just save the world and they ain't even glad
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| − | Womz just mad
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| − | Rave could be your dad
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| − | Like the dad you never had
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| − | I like men
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| − | But Nates' an 8 and Rave is like a 10
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| − | If Rave wasn't straight I'd slip my date
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| − | And tell that boy like when!
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| − | Come slide in my DM
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| − | But that boy liked wait (Rave: Wait)
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| − | Got a million girls because that rich to much to take
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| − | So much cake (Slip twerks)
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| − | Now let them words just bake
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| − | Hellebore Raps depressed goth style slow:
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| − | Let it bake
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| − | Am I *****ded or baked like a cake?
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| − | Sixx is brain dead, she can't concentrate
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| − | Yah what's the word? I'm tryna make
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| − | Mei in the kitchen now masticate
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| − | Anne a vampire. What you do with that stake?
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| − | Your girl hold her head like a throbbing toothache
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| − | Fish and Chips breath that aint abscess
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| − | Bad like my teeth and I'm British
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| − | What the F
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| − | Y'all E for effort at best
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| − | Suck that sh** up to D on a test
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| − | C for Cammy I'm with the zombie ghoulish
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| − | No plan B just ******* Foolish
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| − | Proxi stupid A is for **x,
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| − | Synthrax is the ruddest one yet
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| − | Bangs in my eyes. Can't look at my size
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| − | Sai leaves their bodies for the flies
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| − | Put me in a bun. Go down like the sun
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| − | If it's up then I'm up for whatever I'm fun
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| − | Redwood Sings:
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| − | Going down like the big bad wolf
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| − | He the meanest
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| − | Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
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| − | Both Sings:
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| − | Gathering roses to give to the king
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| − | Redwood raps more agreesively:
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| − | ~Big mouth, sharp teeth. Time to eat this. Shark week
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| − | ~Meet you. Murder. Morrissey. The Smiths.
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| − | ~Just facts. Unpack. Trust that. Let the Queens start
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| − | ~You're not good enough to be an *****ack. Not even a snack
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| − | ~You prozac with no back
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| − | ~I never need no surgery or no girdle
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| − | ~Better run like circles do them huddles in this parts of these woods
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| − | ~Hold your breath fat piggies, at you chest crushed death, big 'cities'
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| − | ~Two girls, Two cans that hang like gran'dam
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| − | ~No I'm not to lewd if grandma approved of my new dude
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| − | ~She said 'Suplex stiff neck, grand slam. Make it sleep like sandman. Blow it down then off a head like hangman. Guns like Gundam. Treat your hubby like you should do. Love your man.' Let's kill them And...
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| − | LemonAdes's verse:
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| − | Dollhouse his info you can't even neighbors us
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| − | Braille a werewolf ***** got head like a Cerberus
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| − | Chasti see's the future but you'll hang back to savour butts buts and bust
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| − | If Inertia's behind that the Maisma will stink holocaust
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| − | And the girls I don't mention you wouldn't know you're already dead. Broke your knees with the shovel and dance on on your death bed. You boys are so boring we weren't done yet digging but said get it the hole. Now don't get too excited about a bed from this girl. Cause if I dig you it's a grave or a clothes peg like I hang your head elsewhere I don't know. Nade is done with this jail sh**. No cops on our tail so Baby let's go.
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| − | (Rave fast crazy screams while )
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| − | House hop on your back seat like I said go duranamo! You see the sharp teeth but I ain't laughing like no no, no no! House when our paths meet I'm like that movie Up your *ulo! You wanna jump then just jump I got carrots for rabbits that don't bling because they so heavy they bong like a gong when I flow!!!! I said I'm ready you boys not yet ready when my bougie ******* already took a hundred years to just show!!!!!! Oooooo! They making me so mad I already told you I'll curb stop you on the pavement get **** out my door!!!!!!!!
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| − | (Car crashes into Dollhouse)
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| − | (Bell gongs)
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| − | Chastity and Jojo together like pattacake:
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| − | Ain't nothing funny. Dollhouse bunnies
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| − | Make our tummy, hurt like doo doo. We the one's who he choose, other broads they just want money and them to too loose. (Rave screams: Womz!) She dainty corny real bugs bunny. They don't want no war cause they will lose. Sit aside like Spruce Goose. If you refuse. The last thing after ding ding. Is the big ring he gave me knock you out your shoes, Make you skidoo, tryna' find you, lost like Blue's Clues in a ruse.
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| − | Reppin' blue and love this black dude. Black and blue is what we'll leave you if you acting crazy I'm Tom Cruise. Sorry I don't kiss them boo boos. Find your body in the news.
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| − | (Calypso sings: Yah. Fin. D en'
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| − | Rave they must be coocoomelon like my sons. The other bois can't do the things you do)
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| − | ~Girls Harmonizing~
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| − | Do do do. I dooooo.
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| − | The other boys can't do the things you do
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| − | Ain't in great! Dauntless.
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| − | Immortal Legion special reserved. Private Island.
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| − | Infin8te turns of the TV with the remote. He says, "What the hell is this ****!" The he looks back at he audience. He point the remote at them and turns of the screen.
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| − | == God is a Woman Album ==
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| − | ===Transition===
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| − | (Doom Metal)
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| − | (Poem Verse)
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| − | I bleed
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| − | A gift to hold all pain
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| − | All men will see me change
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| − | Out of the womb I came
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| − | In the mother's name
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| − | No one can take your place
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| − | Your grace
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| − | (Growl Verse)
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| − | And if you ask Mad Mum
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| − | On transitioning
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| − | Why become woman
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| − | Because we get away
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| − | With insane crimes
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| − | And take little blame
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| − | We steal your faith
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| − | And still you paise
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| − | Create the end of days
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| − | I bleed
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| − | A gift to hold all pain
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| − | All men will see me change
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| − | Out of the womb I came
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| − | In the mother's name
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| − | No one can take your place
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| − | And if you ask Mad Mum
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| − | On transitioning
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| − | Why become woman
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| − | Because we get away
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| − | With insane crimes
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| − | And take little blame
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| − | I create the end of days
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| − | God is a woman
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| − | ===Mama Needs Wine===
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| − | If I go insane
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| − | I'm a chic so I'm already insane
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| − | Because I'm drinking in the day
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| − | My best friend is Marvin Gaye
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| − | I identify as a lady
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| − | Because I bought myself a dress on lay-way
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| − | Let us start the party
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| − | You could call it comedy
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| − | But it's really agony
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| − | I'm pushing the thirty
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| − | Looking for hubby
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| − | But I'm workaholic wine mom.
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| − | Doesn't that sound fun, Rave?
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| − | I wrote something for Mom, Rave?
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| − | My superhero Mom, Rave?
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| − | Like a feminist with mens ways
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| − | Don't perfect the male gaze
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| − | But we want the chickendales
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| − | Long as Wendys pigtails
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| − | For lunch I had a coke and cheese lays
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| − | But where's the milkies from the milvayz
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| − | I says slow down on the wine please
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| − | This a taste test
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| − | Not a pst race
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| − | I'm not as drunk and mad as these chics
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| − | Out of bladder like a rich fizz
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| − | I'll blame it on my sick kids
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| − | Don't blame it on this ***** phase
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| − | Yes I need a wine mom
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| − | Superhero wine mom
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| − | Everybody wine mom
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| − | Haha haha this song is a cry for help
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| − | I'm wine mom
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| − | I'm a whiney prick
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| − | Not a hiney chick
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| − | Still I think I'm slick
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| − | Rum makes slimey ****
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| − | Like Schneider in a shiney mint
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| − | Million dollar van
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| − | Allegedly I think
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| − | 100 million dollar Synder cut
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| − | 200 million dollar flop
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| − | I was chasing em like they/them
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| − | And children in Africa ate the plot
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| − | This rap video is a not
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| − | Single with a ring so what
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| − | I keep away potential cuts
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| − | That will catcall me because I'm hot
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| − | I rather go back to adopt
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| − | Yes I need a wine mom
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| − | Superhero wine mom
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| − | Everybody wine mom
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| − | This video is a cry for help
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| − | I'm wine mom
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| − | Like mommy and her belt
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| − | Cause real dad never felt
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| − | Saw my step-dad in a kilt
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| − | Like nothing too heart felt
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| − | But the bombing I smelt it
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| − | Naked girls is art
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| − | And man's body is either funny or a wet fart
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| − | You was up at night and I was snoring you were boring
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| − | The politics and preferences that lessen
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| − | (Rainbow)
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| − | Happy as a wine mom
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| − | Tat ti la ta (Tatiana) wine mom
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| − | I'm the only sexy superhero for you, wine mom!
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| − | That flow was a cry for help
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| − | I'm the bigger man and I make you weeeak
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| − | I'm the bigger man and I make you weeeak
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| − | I'm the bigger man and I'll make you weeeak
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| − | I'm the bigger man and I'll make you weeeak
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| − | I'll be the bigger man and I'll make you look so weak!
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| − | ===Mad Mom===
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| − | Who who whooooo. This the cigarettes and wine flow. I sound robotic like a dish washer. Who left the fan on?
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| − | ''Mother of all creation!
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| − | ''(Bleeeeeeeed!)
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| − | ''She pushes out her uterus while I'm breathing in the universe.
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| − | ''Life! Glory perverse.
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| − | ''Death! Born into a curse
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| − | ''I see stars and devils
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| − | ''Count planetary bodies like dead sheep
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| − | ''Galaxy is only vacancy
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| − | ''It's ours to conquer
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| − | ''We should start with Mars
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| − | ''Ignite the start
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| − | ''all of life is ours
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| − | Yet I'm wasted in the ****
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| − | Let mad mom sing us back to sleep
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| − | In the kitchen cooking
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| − | Cooking like I got a beef
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| − | Ask my baby for a beat
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| − | She gave me cheeks that clap like evil thunder
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| − | (Clap clap clap)
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| − | I'm not a rockstar or a rapper
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| − | (Six six six)
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| − | Got your Mama's number
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| − | If you try to call her
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| − | (You got the wrong number)
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| − | Why you bothered?
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| − | If I got the mother
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| − | Then the I also had the daughter.
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| − | Thank you father for them fatherless activities
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| − | Had a teenage aunty she if you hug better let them ******* squeeze
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| − | She had a hijab and white Nikes
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| − | Glasses and star wars Ts
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| − | No mom jeans and no brasseries please
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| − | Better drop it low like I dropped my keys
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| − | That's a spaceship not a car
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| − | Coming down to the evil layer
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| − | Had to dumb it down just to be a player
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| − | Mink sweater, cat eater, **** PETA, whatever
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| − | I'm not vegan and y'all are chicken drums
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| − | I hit a pig behind the heads and it go dumb
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| − | Straight up in your hair buns like a sponge
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| − | Hold my baby head up with some chop sticks or a tong
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| − | I balance diet for a human mom
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| − | Pay virtue to your sacrifice as I live on
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| − | Liposuction, child abduction, the slave on auction
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| − | Ground to nothing, a human machine
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| − | Love from Russian, slap me harder
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| − | Mom's spaghetti, made in china, ramen diner
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| − | Brush my teeth in the bidet because she leave her panties in the sink
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| − | Bleach is what I drink
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| − | Bleach is my Visine
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| − | But bust a clip
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| − | Bring a shower cap and snorkel up my kids
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| − | This song ain't for the kids
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| − | This song will have your kids
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| − | Parental vision, no fun
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| − | I'm the mad mom with a cig,
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| − | Like Karen, you my son
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| − | I would of aborted you with hard rum
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| − | But you just come out looking dumb
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| − | Flick a bud off with my thumb
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| − | Abortion with a gun
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| − | (Te ne ne)
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| − | I'm the real mad Mum
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| − | A coocoomelon mum
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| − | (Te ne ne)
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| − | She drop it low like T-Mobile
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| − | '**** gone blow like Chernobyl
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| − | I'm bombing homes like pre-Kabol
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| − | The evil one
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| − | Trip to the sun
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| − | God is a woman
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| − | Father help us, no.
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| − | Your mother's gon
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| − | I'm mad mad mad mad Mum!
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| − | I'm mad mad mad mad Mum!
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| − | I'm mad mad mad mad mad mad Mum!
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| − | I'm mad mad mad mad mad mad Mum!
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| − | ===Born Special===
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| − | (Alice on electric base)
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| − | (Kobain Rap Verse, Has a buzz in his voice like autotune but it's a natural robotic implant)
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| − | (Fast) I'm a pouty mouth so only brush my teeth when she tongue kiss me
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| − | In truth we like the fowl taste and smell of **t ******
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| − | Still how can you not be going gey-gang when the bottom isn't far from heaven (bars)
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| − | Knee deep in **** looking up the top is just the crust of the **ctum
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| − | That's where the beat drop, So I'm on a new low level
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| − | Real Cobain, I was born special
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| − | Hate the fame, like autotune, an iron lung is your devil
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| − | If your party hot as hell, We the Exorcist
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| − | We'll show up, interrupt, **ss you out like we just started drinking
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| − | That's no question when...
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| − | (Slows down) ...Then steal your bread!
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| − | This is not a diss we be really leaving the bologna dead (Rave screams: 'You should know it!)
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| − | When I come to your house, I take your girl
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| − | While you hide under the bed
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| − | Get it, I'll bounce your ******* head
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| − | There is money in your minority
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| − | A pitch for diversity
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| − | Cooperations try to sell to me
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| − | But never invest the profit back to my community
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| − | And we get no help
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| − | This is just another episode of production hell
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| − | (Rave Screamo Chorus - squint eyes)
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| − | Oh yes I wallow in ****!
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| − | I'm the priest, I'm the child, I'm modern rum man!
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| − | No privacy! Excretory on me!
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| − | Yet no one!!!!!
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| − | NO ONE!!! Will lend you! A hand!
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| − | So loooooow!!!! As dirty as I am!
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| − | I remember, I came from the land
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| − | Stories told! My ancestors paying virtue to your life
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| − | You we're sold!!! But I owned the Aryan wife
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| − | (Hated Slow Deep Voice Verse)
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| − | I want to forget
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| − | So took the blow to my head
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| − | Instead of being dead
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| − | I just look at you all weird
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| − | My eyes are closing
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| − | I'm not sleeping
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| − | I'm just stupid
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| − | I am stuuuupiiiiiiid!
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| − | I don't understand
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| − | It made me so mad
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| − | My genitals got hard
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| − | This beat so hard
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| − | Rubber size glad bag
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| − | (Guitar solo, Vantar and Hammerheart)
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| − | (Hated Screeching Verse)
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| − | Return to monkeeeeeeee!!!
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| − | This is not funny
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| − | I fell off the stupid tree
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| − | While searching for heaven
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| − | I had to hit every ugly branch on my way down
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| − | A crown of thorns
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| − | The thoughts in my head
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| − | I should be dead (Dead!!!)
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| − | But I became the swine who washes my stakes down with wine
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | (Kobain: Dead. Dumb. **** In your head.)
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| − | ===Don't Call Me Jaded===
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| − | Don't call me jaded
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| − | I masticated
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| − | Then contemplated
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| − | Oh god I hate it
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| − | I'm in the process
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| − | But constipated
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| − | Oh how I waited
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| − | I got sedated
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| − | My time I paid it
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| − | The demons shaded
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| − | Don't call me jaded
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| − | My angel faded
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| − | Empty places
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| − | Got medicated
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| − | And now I'm jaded
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| − | Dirty faces
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| − | They could save you
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| − | It could heal true
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| − | But also kill too
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| − | My penitention
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| − | My pill addiction
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| − | And her affection
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| − | The penetration
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| − | It is heaven
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| − | And creation
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| − | Hell and
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| − | Conviction
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| − | I'm on a mission
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| − | (Song is sang in loop for infinity to symbolize someone with plenty time talking to themselves. It goes from cool to every loop getting more aggressive and psychotic. The song stops when the singer cannot go anymore crazier.)
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| − | ===Ague===
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| − | (Clean Version)
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| − | All men wasn't created equally
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| − | I haven't seen a man big enough to compare to me
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| − | My head just like a sponge
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| − | I go on a date to eat a lunch
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| − | I have a boyfriend
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| − | And a best friend
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| − | A money man
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| − | And a sex friend
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| − | When I text them
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| − | Or I call them
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| − | I bothering them
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| − | I need a husband
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| − | I like to ague, like to ague
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| − | When I vex I does ague
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| − | I like to ague, like to ague
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| − | When I happy I does ague
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| − | Like to ague, like to ague
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| − | Before I talk time to ague
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| − | Who is Roseanne
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| − | I need a new man
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| − | You see Tamica
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| − | Delete her number
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| − | Where you be nah
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| − | Boy I wonder
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| − | Me that with yah
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| − | You don't need another
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| − | I like to ague, like to ague
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| − | When I vex I does ague
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| − | I like to ague, like to ague
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| − | When I happy I does ague
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| − | Like to ague, like to ague
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| − | Before I talk time to ague
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| − | She like to talk and talk!
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| − | I like to walk and walk!
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| − | Walk
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| − | Walk
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| − | Walk
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| − | What the walk
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| − | Walk
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| − | ===Sex Machina===
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | If the motor don't start
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| − | Just put her in park
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| − | Give it a slap
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| − | But don't hit her too hard
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| − | Because you'll want to come back
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| − | Like a crime scene that's a fact
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| − | My heart is black
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| − | I go in, make her run
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| − | Baby makeup will run
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| − | ~Run down this rusty machinaaaa
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| − | I love to get in under
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| − | Cause I'm a mechanic
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| − | Not a body builder
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| − | I could write a deep song
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| − | No difference when I get in her
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| − | (Death metal Chorus)
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| − | Legs on me
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| − | She jump like a spider
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| − | My rusty cutlass in her ******
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| − | Hear her scream my love is horror
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| − | (Guitar drums breakdown)
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| − | (Sing) Scream if you like
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| − | I need an 80s horror bride
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| − | Let the slashers do you right
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| − | Death is not the end of your life
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Like a clown car on a Mexican boarder
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| − | I said some stupid **** just to get in her
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| − | She made my head disappear
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| − | Then asked how I got it in there
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| − | She was no magician to be fair
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| − | So I turn that **** into a nightmare
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| − | ~We ran down this rusty machinaaaa
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| − | High power subatomic blitzkrieger
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| − | Lass of dreams, Miss Krueger
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| − | You played with the fuzzy dice on the rare view mirror
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Round about, round about
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| − | Dust on the bumper
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| − | She broke my heart but I couldn't dump her
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| − | I rolled a ciggy like smoke from the muffler
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| − | I blew down fat piggy to foggy to see
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| − | While making love her feet on the gear
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| − | ~We rolled down this rusty machinaaaa
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| − | She cried 'boy you so dark'
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| − | Now it no going back
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| − | Dead lovers at makeout park
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| − | ===Monster===
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Polluted waters run from sea and earth
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| − | Your world is a problem
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| − | When it's given up on hygiene
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| − | ~Yeh call the mum
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| − | Manufactured emotions
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| − | The product shown
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| − | The monster, born
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| − | ~But here is a thought
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| − | Her birth control
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | (Dragged out growl) I'm in my smallest form
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| − | Kill the chain before it begun
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| − | I shot the devil son!
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| − | Contraception is the bomb!
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| − | Abortion with a gun?!
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | Heart gone with my emotions
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| − | == Madd Dogg Album ==
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| − | ===Bad Mouth===
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| − | The scent that emits from their mouth
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| − | Is a thousand times worst than anything
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| − | I've have unfortunately had oppertunity to smell
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| − | They like to sit down on their porch
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| − | Watch and see if there's anything to talk about
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| − | I see Maisma washing her bottom by the river
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| − | Lower down I see Sharon drunk under water
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| − | Mouth!...
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| − | Wash!...
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| − | Mouth!...
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| − | Wash!...
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| − | Mouth!...
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| − | Wash!...
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| − | I smell a poweeeer!
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| − | The real sent of a flower!
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| − | It's just a little courtesy to check your breath
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| − | | + | |
| − | I know the fish fresh but the ham is just one inch away
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| − | | + | |
| − | Away!
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| − | | + | |
| − | Please Gaude stay away!
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| − | | + | |
| − | Mints!
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| − | | + | |
| − | gum!
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| − | | + | |
| − | decay!
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I once met a nice lady
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| − | | + | |
| − | But then she smile for me and I had to run away
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Tooth!...
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| − | | + | |
| − | Brush!...
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| − | | + | |
| − | Tooth!...
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| − | | + | |
| − | Brush!...
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| − | | + | |
| − | Tooth!...
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| − | | + | |
| − | Decay...
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| − | | + | |
| − | Tooth?
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| − | | + | |
| − | Decay...
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| − | | + | |
| − | Tooth?
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| − | | + | |
| − | Decaaaaay...
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| − | | + | |
| − | (Video of this song. Meredith Maisma and Sharon Haze are sitting in a bathing tub and just spitting out dark chocolate all over themselves and each other. Meredith smile will be haunting and Sharon would be dead serious the whole time. Then they start to make out but it's super gross. Idk.)
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| − | ===Gangster===
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| − | | + | |
| − | I'm gonna make you wet like the bodies I leave at the pier
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| − | | + | |
| − | Don't lie to me you are turned on by pressure and fair
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| − | | + | |
| − | Gangster!
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| − | | + | |
| − | I'm a gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | Ma gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | Only me and you still I gang**** yah
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| − | | + | |
| − | I'm a gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | Ma gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | I rock black leather
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| − | | + | |
| − | I'm a gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | eave fangs in her
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| − | | + | |
| − | Hot girl summer
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| − | | + | |
| − | Had a cop girl under cover
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| − | | + | |
| − | Now she under lemon water
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| − | | + | |
| − | With tequila
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| − | | + | |
| − | So ****in gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | If I leave her
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| − | | + | |
| − | She gone murder
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| − | | + | |
| − | Like a gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | So dam killer
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| − | | + | |
| − | I don't how to show you love but I'm a lover
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| − | | + | |
| − | So instead I'll bury you under
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| − | | + | |
| − | Cause I'm a gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | She's a ***** but I love her like I love my mother
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| − | | + | |
| − | So I rather give my money to her
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| − | | + | |
| − | And every hour, use to be a struggle
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| − | | + | |
| − | Came up from the gutter
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| − | | + | |
| − | I had one girl in school and the other was her mother and her teacher
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| − | | + | |
| − | Sleep overs could never be about the slumber
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| − | | + | |
| − | Lectures could hear them why I wonder
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| − | | + | |
| − | I never got my degree but she graduated
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| − | | + | |
| − | In assiology the 9 to 5 was contemplated
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| − | | + | |
| − | More money for me in a month than the years she waited
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| − | | + | |
| − | I got sophisticated
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| − | | + | |
| − | Didn't like the game
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| − | | + | |
| − | And the I changed it
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm a gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | To my a gangsters
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| − | | + | |
| − | Be a father
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| − | | + | |
| − | Love your daughter
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| − | | + | |
| − | Like a gangster
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| − | | + | |
| − | ===Madddoggin===
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| − | (We calmy rapping this one like a dog out of breath and trying to be quiet at the same time while the beat is janky asf)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Rah!
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | I'm Ultra Instinct Shaggy
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| − | | + | |
| − | Velma on me with the Shrek bad Donkey
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| − | | + | |
| − | That's no mystery she brought Daphne
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| − | | + | |
| − | Four legs with me
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| − | | + | |
| − | Make them run like Scooby
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| − | | + | |
| − | ~She said 'Beat it bald head Charlie'
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| − | | + | |
| − | So I slapstick ~ no comedy
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| − | | + | |
| − | That was Courage ~ 'Scary papi'
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| − | | + | |
| − | I leave my cartoons on while I bury you my bone
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| − | | + | |
| − | Wile Coyote on the run
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| − | | + | |
| − | A hundred gold chains I put on
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| − | | + | |
| − | Couldn't hold me down
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Cow and Chicken, red bottom like an ol heifer
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| − | | + | |
| − | I hit a fat ***** with a newspaper
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| − | | + | |
| − | Lance Reddick couldn't get darker
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| − | | + | |
| − | Super madddoggin
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| − | | + | |
| − | Four times zones so I'm jet lagging
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| − | | + | |
| − | This beat was Beethoven
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| − | (Verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | I'm Big Red with my big head
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| − | | + | |
| − | Emily like to ride only don't mess with no dam pinckney
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| − | | + | |
| − | You a puppy, a purse *****
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| − | | + | |
| − | Always barking when I'm passing
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| − | | + | |
| − | I hit you, You said sorry
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| − | | + | |
| − | You want nothing
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| − | | + | |
| − | Pew pew pew now you nothing
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| − | | + | |
| − | You was a little Goofy ***
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| − | | + | |
| − | Now you on ice like Walt Disney
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| − | | + | |
| − | Yah you dead
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
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| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | See my hairy chest, Cuban chains thicker than bullet vest
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| − | | + | |
| − | She Dora the Explorer
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| − | | + | |
| − | That was Guatemala
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| − | | + | |
| − | Woke up in the cocoa Ghana
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| − | | + | |
| − | Dude, Where is may car?
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| − | | + | |
| − | She throw that **s like frisbee
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| − | | + | |
| − | So I'm probably up in Mars
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Then Tyr'ahnee almost killed with her chocolate bars
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| − | | + | |
| − | Her Spaceship, the chrome drip
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| − | | + | |
| − | My nutts molded on the coupler
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| − | | + | |
| − | So dam big you saw me coming from a far
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| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
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| − | | + | |
| − | ===Bad Dog===
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| − | (Song originated from the legion army when the boys on ship were drinking.)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Rah rah rahhhh
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| − | (Chorus)
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| − | | + | |
| − | On a leash in the house (err)
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| − | | + | |
| − | She like to play with my doggy (err)
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| − | | + | |
| − | But that ain't no ******* puppy (err)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Bust a head, she a stocky (err)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Nothing but a harness on her body (errr)
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| − | | + | |
| − | She spread her feet on the couch (err)
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| − | | + | |
| − | I kiss a ***** on the mouth (err)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Now she jumping up and down (err)
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| − | | + | |
| − | She lap that milk like a furry (Awoooo)
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | What the hell is wrong with you lately
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| − | | + | |
| − | My girl said to treat her like a dog not a lady
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| − | | + | |
| − | Well she messing up the entire house
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| − | | + | |
| − | I caution her sternly
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| − | | + | |
| − | You where to vacuum the rug
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| − | | + | |
| − | Get out the stains, baby
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| − | | + | |
| − | You don't cook and clean
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| − | | + | |
| − | So I'll eat the shoes maybe
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| − | | + | |
| − | I say why!!!!
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| − | | + | |
| − | I put on the vacuum and she cry!!!!!!!!
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| − | | + | |
| − | Why lord!!!!!
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| − | | + | |
| − | I cannot do that!!!!!!
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
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| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | That was rich
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| − | | + | |
| − | You are not
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| − | | + | |
| − | Find a pound
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| − | | + | |
| − | Like a cop dog
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| − | | + | |
| − | I am top dog
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| − | | + | |
| − | You get shot dog
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| − | | + | |
| − | A popshot, bugger ring out this world
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Chase the mail man like a squirrel
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| − | | + | |
| − | Oh no my girlfriend is a dog
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| − | | + | |
| − | I love my girlfriend like ma dog
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Braille verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm in the magazine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Take a shot now you not
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Can't be sober sober
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| − | | + | |
| − | I'm a thot
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| − | | + | |
| − | Bus big than a yellow bus
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| − | | + | |
| − | What you thought fool
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Braille an' Sunami gonna take ur butt to School?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That's a no road like the bedroom to the kitchen
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Fix a sandwich and you chicken
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | All back and neck when I'm in it
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| − | | + | |
| − | Tame a bad * hubby never had to pick up no *
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Hit the legs first then your head spin like a fidget
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Bad *, house clean,
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| − | | + | |
| − | Rave moving in like a midget
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Cheese in my pocket like you see Minie
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Mini me like a midget
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| − | | + | |
| − | Climb a ladder to my wallet like a midget
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I don't care, like a midget
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That ain't me, that my midget
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Ride a wolf like a midget
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| − | | + | |
| − | I am short, she was there
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My face was in it
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like a midget
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That girl run like terrier
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The dog pound know my digit
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Awoooooooooo ooo)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===D O.G===
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| − | | + | |
| − | (Extreme Death Metal)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Rah rah rahhhh
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A million gold chains couldn't hold me back
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I handled my inquisition and I'm ready to attack
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You're always some weak *
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Petty think you're great
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But really you ain't worth it
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I said it once already
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm everything you say I be
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And if you feel I shouldn't exist
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Do something about it
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Am a *! *! *!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Am at the point I rocket
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Yah rid me from the Earth
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I just need one reason
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To release the beast thats in me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I won't spare you little toddlers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And that's the scent of evil!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I tell you once!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And won't remind yah
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Aaaaaah! Raaaw!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rap Chorus)
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| − | | + | |
| − | (Shout alphabets, Chill rap lines)
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| − | | + | |
| − | D! D is for the one the * that sit right beside me
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| − | | + | |
| − | O! O is for original. * all the * who copy.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | G! G is for the gangster and goodness within me
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| − | | + | |
| − | DOG I'm * crazy
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Raaaw!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You become the supper
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Because I already killed
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll prop you corps up like a zombie
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And masticate you're death
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Oh god you * people!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You're far too bloody petty
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No I don't need a reason
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I wouldn't pled the court as insane
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My only plot is your destruction
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Will kill again your honor
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't waste my bloody time
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Give me a cage you must be mental
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll run away! See you again!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Not even death can move my spirit from you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll hunt your soul forever
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I put that on the mother
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That's murder in the courtroom
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I smell your fear it's evil!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I tell you what!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===godisdog===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Talk)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Gaude is dog
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | G Unit
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Thrash Rap)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | They say all dogs go to Heaven
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What good is freedom
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | If your will is prisoned
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To be free from sin
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Must be machine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Kill! -ing! Machine!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Holy vision with a mission
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The coven witch no different from a nun
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I crossed my children and start killing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I need... BLOOD! Drunk on blood!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Slower Thrash Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | War!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dog for hire
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Preach!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To the choir!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Teach!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (all shout) GUADE! IS! DOG!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Learn!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (all shout) IN BACKWARDS!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I might become an activist
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | About some * that don't exist
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Make it up
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And enforce it
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like I know exactly everything
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Word! For! Word!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Holy vision with a mission
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I crossed weapons and start killing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The sacrament no different from a vicious dog
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I need... BREAD! Steal the flesh!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You wait for death
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't waste my time
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I refuse to bite that hand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | They steal your flesh like contraband
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Vert (Interlude)===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Sing Rap)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I release my dogs, We're you now (x whatever)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Death Metal)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I release my demons!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Pull it to the side
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You see inverted skies
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My rabies mouth I glide
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm going to fix you up
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You up (echo)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Telecast tuning)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Anti Rave Committee===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | How dare you Rave! You dirty dog!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I want your babies and this is war!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You can't escape the evil w****!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I want to come around
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And pull you to the ground
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll have you upside down
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And I will go to town
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I need your validation
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A simple medication
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm one crazy *****
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A monkey scratch my itch
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Your business is my Nish
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You know, Guys like you?!, Really make me sick!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Instead of tryna listen!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Your just thinking with your ****!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And if you need a reason?!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't call me hypocrite!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I don't want aittention!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I just want to be on your ***************!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But we are going to burn you, because we got a broken heart!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | We are going to hang you, you where tied up from the start!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dam you Rave! You're such a prick!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What is your opinion and your politics?!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To whom this may concern to, In this relationship!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Cowbell)
| + | |
| − | (Spit verse faster)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | '****!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | How comes I'm the only one who's being singled out?!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm not the only one who likes being single now!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sex is fast but without love it would never last
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What about all the guys that was from your past
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You found out I was better and you want me back
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So I'm running from these ******* that a field and track
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The wolves are running
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Vultures soaring
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The wolves are running
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Vultures soaring
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The wolves are running
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Vultures soaring
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | === Fight Yourself ===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Technical Death)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave Verse Different Voices)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Janky metal beat)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Sophisticated Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's like a forest?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm going hunting, I'm a ghost
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Put your gun sign up, * girl
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let's stare clear from this road
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drills)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Voice losing control)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Why don't you stay away from me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You are just another, thot!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Is saving you worth the troubles
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I need this baby, Top!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Crash)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Perverse Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You made me soil myself!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You're just another butt
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I will need a diapers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Who's to say what you got guts!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Deadly Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Rahhh, Growl just like a mut
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I will bury you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You animal
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Without a single thought
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Careless Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Relax the pus in your head!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The other me have not
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lost you find direction
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | At every. single. cost!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Demonic Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Procrastination (Horse!)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | In production (Horse!)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No frustration (Horse!)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Kill castration... (Horse!)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Murderous Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I dig, I dig
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Her trunk shake
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My muddy shove
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Kaplunk
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Sociopath Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She got two guns in her hand!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Both of them is mine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I thought the sex was boring
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm going mad like Yose' Sam
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Feminine Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You bite your toenails!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Shave the hair off your hand!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But I don't like the lotion!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I can't hold on, I'm going!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Host Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Know my blood is your wine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Feed on me, Eat my hand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Take it all
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's your head!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Screamo Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Chorus Verses Verses!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Verses Chorus Verses!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Verses Verses Verses!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thought us, Fought us, Verses!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Pop Corny Interlude ===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Sing)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Pop corn, pop corn
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | His head go like a pop corn
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Watch his head go like a pop caan
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dem head blow like a pop corn
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dem head flow like a pop corn
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Deep voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dem see mi art black
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like the tongue */*
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Splat wen mi drop inna dat
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Make she heart drop
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | In ha cat. Vibes can't tell
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Run cause the wap fat
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Back the headshot like she
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Stuck, Inna jail
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Sing)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No the pop to corny
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | They only play your * at a child's birthday party
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | == New Age Techno Jesus ==
| + | |
| − | ===Mary===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Fast Death Metal)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Earth!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Consuming the powers of creatures of ancient
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But first!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Astroids of rebirth!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Mother of impurity!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Broken my home with new foundations
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The sky burns
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No this is a meltdown
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ~Hell on Earth!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Impregnated the sea now her waters are blood red!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ~Rebirth!, The soil is the womb, the umbilical has become bread
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The mother has fasted while little ones was kept feed
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And rest, the greediness, the gluttonest
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Screamed out what will saved us!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Rejoice!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The predators have fallen!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Prey ascends the land and oceans!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Prayers reach up to find the origins
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Decoding the stars to answer questions
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Knowledge is power so we learn!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The gaude is never big to stop and listen
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Yet you murder the child that made you restless
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | As a new born screams it made the parents death
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Genesis to revelation we begin the process!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The way of gaude is extermination and resurrection!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ~Mother witnessed my ascension
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The creatures that abducted me proved we are so much like them!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And to your words I remain alien!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Child of the Fallen===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You are a destructive taste
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I push away my plate
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You elude my melt down
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | This house is hell now
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Tension block my memory
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I lock my self inside my room
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I became a ghost in purgatory
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And I keep away from you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I was a Roman
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I was a Christ born
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My walls have fallen down
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My home was Babylon
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I use to have a family
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My absent father
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Became my mother
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Still don't know her
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I am a stranger in a broken home
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dear mother preacher
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You cannot teach us
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Yet are not invalid to me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You wash the house of impurities
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Unruly brothers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You are so full of hate
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And now we're strangers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Not even neighbors
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't great me at heaven gate
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Yeah just pass me straight
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The walls came down outside estranged us
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I couldn't save you but what else am I to do
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | If I were fallen too
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll keep away from you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Wisdom has fallen
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The priest of burden
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My church is burning
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Unholy daughters
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You are no angels
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The orphan changed us
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But who can put the blame on you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The father came he said...
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My father left she said!!!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Babylon's fallen.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Babylon A.D===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You separate the unity of man!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I sing in foreign tongues but you must understand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Fire flooded the Earth and gaude has kill more people than satan
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I redirect my nuclear missiles to the sky
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | If the clouds open wide I will watch the die
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let's kill the genocide
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let's move to deicide
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You preach about gaudes we can't see
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But neglected the humanity infront me like you we're blind
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No I'm to crazy I'm just might be Einstein
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | With the gaude equation beyond all human comprehension
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let's evolve!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Rebuild the stairs and bridges
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let Babylon ascend to the stars, There's
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | More to it than the rivers and slaves
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Reunited with Zion let us do it again
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Free yourself from religious oppressors
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | They kept you from knowledge
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And by wisdom you found pain
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The slaves will match once more and right out of this strange plane
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Room 404===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Death Metal)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To see an image
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That can't resolve
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Now it's lost
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And never to be found
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It serves no purpose
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Non has become
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | All for nothing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And everything is never much at all
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm not myself now
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But someone who's enemy is his own
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Can't find the instinct
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Exe a problem 404
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Delete the purpose
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lost in a thought
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I had something
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | now I don't know what
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I can't remember
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It doesn't matter
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Not any more
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The tension that has come of me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It leaves me numb
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But still I find peace in where it don't exits
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Just get to work man
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Or you lie down
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | If you touch the floor
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Remember it's always better than hanging from a cloud
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And in the darkness
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Of my own void
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I selfishly give away my all
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The thoughts of hate that took upon me has been destroyed
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lay down in wreckage
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Room 404
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't want attention
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Your mental health is thoughtfully the easiest to ignore
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't blame yourself now
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Just kill the image
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Even===
| + | |
| − | (Thrash Death)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I will cast my suggestions on you!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | How dear you friggin smile
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let people enjoy things?!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I don't enjoy your kind
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You need to friggin die!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I don't need no reason
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The way you live your life
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Is effecting mine!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I hate everybody equally
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What You
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What They
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What Them
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What ze, xe, hir
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I hate everybody equally!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What left
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What right
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | What y'all go and cry
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I hate everybody equally!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You cut no different on my knife
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's more fun hide, Or is running for your life
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I hate y'all suckers equally
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Hammerheart Sing)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Urrr-hur-huuuur! It's not just hate that I feel
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Your stupidity has corrupted my genes
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I will scrub the world clean
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Then move on to better things
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Hated Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sometimes I wonder what it is like to be stupid
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Imagine the thoughts perverting your mind
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Just flying around trying to find
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A place it could land
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But you crash and abort it
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Common sense not sorted
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Am weary and dizzy
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I take your picket sign
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And shove it in your hind
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Cut off you friggin hands
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And let the colors fly
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But please don't call it murder!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You're only crucified!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===T-Shepherd===
| + | |
| − | (Brutal Death Metal)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Puncture the sheep
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't waste the meat
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let the teeth sink in
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You think the pig
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To good to drink Cow blood
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Clown * monkeys cannot have me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Clown * sheep better shear themselves
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Mentally my mind goes blank
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Subliminally you step into a fish tank
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | At the bottom you think
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Water enters your lungs
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It bloated out your back like a soaring eagle
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Your ribcage became the cobra
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You float almost ready to explode
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I see the snakes standing upright
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Upright
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A slab or concrete molded at your feet
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The frustration brings you pleasure
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You scream but the sound is not heard
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa...)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Are still following?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Follow the leader
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A descent to hell
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Fools
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I heard the priest repeat it
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But if I sold my soul to write a song
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And the monkey stole the rhythm
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | All of you were sold
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Repeat verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Hahaha
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Heaven is for===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Kobain Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Them girls sweet like heaven
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | If you think you getting in we got news for you like 7
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Raqia we bombard ha'
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm on the ceiling like cloud 9
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So that six sixty six was mighty fine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I hang like Priapus
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Rave, Dionysus, Our father
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Wine god
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Some Aphrodites to show us love
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Bring her down and going hell
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | We'll find the crater where the devil fell
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like Proxi hit her head I can clearly tell
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Yah heaven is for
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My creation
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The holy gates
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Firmament the mother
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She held my hand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I bow my head
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sheol' Down la pillar
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sun God
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Luna Tides
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To breathe underwater
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Hated sings)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ''Wooooah. I feel the devil got my soul. But that's a heavy load. You got a lot to hold. Make me rise like... I get up so you get down all night.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (All shout)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ''Tell pop slime to go to hell!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | IN HELL!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ''Trangender lady demon chicks!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | IN HELL!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ''12 foot demon nah nah nah!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | IN HELL!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Stairway to 7/11===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rap/Doom Metal, angelic slow beat)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Hated Doom Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Faith...
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | In idols
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Took on nothing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The gaudes worshipped for no reason
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Had fans before 18
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sex traded for ratings
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The angels Broadcast
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So be the evangelios
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Countdown to the martyrs
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 11 Plus one half
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Embalming the esophagus
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Brought on by the telecast
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The face of the expressionless
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Mind of the pure...
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Not like before
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Got no talent
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A Legion forming
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Battering at the gate
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The gates of heaven (Heaven)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let us in
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Guitars)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave Doom Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | In a being so pure
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The mind of the mature
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I don't want to live on this planet
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Anymore...
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A clouded space
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Physically erased
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Soul uploaded in time
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A millennium
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | City of the gaudes
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I stand still
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Not one amoungst the other
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Statues will fall
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like * on a pedestal
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Fine by me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Latency
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Heaven can wait
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | See how Mum is doing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Country
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She walks ahead of me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I can't look up
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She shakes stairwell
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A Legion forming
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Battering at the gate
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The gates of heaven (Heaven)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let them in
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (This song is social commentary about slow decay which is of time and morals. It's a sense of death before death and masses of people entering the afterlife.)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Who so Thinketh, Doeth===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Popping Death Metal)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sometimes when I murder you in my mind
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I go blind
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Predatory on your spine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Hot red wine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Need my medicine then I'm fine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I think about * and I think about death
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Deadly
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Metal
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Who?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Cooperate Rock===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A body harvest!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I built this house upon a burial ground
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dead things will come up when I sing this song
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You want to dance?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Can't dance around me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I killed your fathers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll kill your brothers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm not you boyfriend
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm hardly a man
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Am only human
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | How dear these bastards describe everything I am with one word!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You must bouillon!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | We're all god children
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Forget the father
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Betray your brothers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And _ your girlfriends
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | We're burying them
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | We're burying them
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So I'm just grooving a path
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like I'm moving my feet
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Cause in down in a rot
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I lay them down in a hole
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I rest in peace in this b***h
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Oh putzit dive in a ditch)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Her body count on?!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Cost of loving
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Count on nothing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A cream goblin
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No one will hear you screaming
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She's buried beneath the rocks in mouth
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My teeth like abscess smile you'd to see
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That tattoo face to hide the the peeling
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Gangrene lord my pocket reflect the skin
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So grinding my teeth
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 6 to 9 let us eat
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So from the ceiling I hung
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And saw the world upside down
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And turn in circles
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My chest is hollow
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I do not follow
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Yet I do well
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You say welcome to hell
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I say welcome me home
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like the ghost that lingers here
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A body harvest!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I built this house upon a burial ground
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dead things will come up when I sing this song
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You want to dance?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Can't dance around me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I killed your fathers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll kill your brothers
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm not you boyfriend
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm hardly a man
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Am only you man
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So I'm just grooving a path
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like I'm moving my feet
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Cause in down in a rot
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I lay them down in a hole
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I rest in peace in this b***h
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Oh putzit dive in a ditch)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lay them down in a ditch
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lay them down in a ditch
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lay them down in a ditch
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Die Martyr===
| + | |
| − | I carried my crosses
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I repelled the dark forces
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I yet I'm struck dumb like Solomon to what lust is
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | There are no good girls left
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Angel not, They lied
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You some evil w**** with red eyes
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You hide the devil inside
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You're hungry, hunting, wanting, washed up
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But still can't wash away the sin from thick skin
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Your mother always prayed
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So you wouldn't confess on judgment
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (But I don't judge)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Now contrast me to your god
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't blame it on satan
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Decay begins at eighteen, You were 14 when you started wanting
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Big things, nothing pretty
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You're ugly, thirty, 40, 50 with everybody and lonely
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Fake a smile like some television blue ****
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But you looked better with your clothes on
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Put that verse to your head like a loaded gun
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Put em up if you your onlyfan, number one with them bodies on you hand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Real! Simp a self! Don't! Cheap! Yourself!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But one thing for me is that! This s*** could render you headless! Knock your head off if your neck remains! Keep your nosey walk bougie stupid focus looking up, Then the sky came down and my b***h remains, bury every f****** chick alive!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Toxic isn't love!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That's not love, a nose bleed!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I hit her she beat off!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Right now! young dumb
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But say your preys!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Single mothers Christmas list are guys they once rejected!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | First you would abort it (Yeatus Dying Fetus gone ejected!)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Then she fought with court cases!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She want the motel money! She won the alimony!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Forgive them our debt)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 'Help' you 'help' everything and I haven't 'done' yet
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She sold her ex's houses and she's bought a pink Corvette
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She back it up I smash it and now the paint a wreck
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She left you with my children
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll leave her with a dissin
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dam your big a** nose too high
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like you trying not to smell your breath
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Keep your rotten eggs frozen
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And your cobra tears hills have eyes
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Skin like crocodile seen some miles
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Jerry that is not your child
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Jesus help me cannot see
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Joseph and Mary on Maury like it's blasphemy!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You don't really want me for an enemy
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No body wants to go to heaven
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's a prison boring, Hell is seasoned goring
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So she resurrect plan
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To get it all but cannot keep a good man
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like the samaritan, they follow me like stan
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | If Jesus took her wheel he was Asian
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So she crashland, Radiation, explosion! (boom!)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I burn you black
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You'll need a skin graph that'll have you looking like a scrotum sack
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | == The Weight Of Time ==
| + | |
| − | This is more of a slow doom metal album.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Smash Happy Zompire===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | SMASH... HAPPY... ZOMPIRE!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | URRRRHA!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I need your blood!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The comess is hidden in curtains!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Death is forever certain!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I need the brain!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ~Going to work!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Thoughts, not working!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sooo stupid!!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I mean I'm so stupid!!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I identify with the retarded horror killeeeeeer!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Ed Gein was a suit tailor
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I want to get under your skin!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | So I can look at myself in the mirror
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Deplete the ozone layer
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'll wear your out dry!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Not long enough to die
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I still need to harvest your blood
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Long day, see you tomorrow
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Guitar)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm moving up in social class
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | We need a new pandemic
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To justify a public mask
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Let us chew the fat
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | While we're swimming in oil
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Toil and sweat
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Skeleton in blueprint
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The day isn't over yet
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ~I built this hand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I wonder if anything could go as planned
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And suddenly I identify with the creepy old man
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Don't let his heart touch you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | He wants to masticate as you die
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Die
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A smash happy zompire!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Necrophilia didn't mean anything for her
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | She just want the power on the minute hour
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Push it to the limit ***** devour
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Jupiter Collapsing===
| + | |
| − | (Screamo thrash/Heavy Doom beat)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Even if you scream
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The empty space can't hear a thing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Still I can believe
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No one will notice my explosion!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I try to summon the will power or words to find peace.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But crush down by the deeps darkest void of gravity rendering all point obsolete.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The others worsen it
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| − | | + | |
| − | I long for your opinion!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | This is a metal breakdown!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chorus)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Groan)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Oh come down...
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ~Heavy depreeeeeeession!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Crushing
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| − | | + | |
| − | ~All to noooooothing!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Sing)
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| − | | + | |
| − | The bigger they are!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Scream)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The harder they faaaaaall!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I plot to bring you down!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ~Pull you in!
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| − | | + | |
| − | I want to bring you down!
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Oh Lord they are coping me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm still the odd one out
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Can you believe
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The me you knew is dead.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I was replaced by someone else.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A clone!
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| − | | + | |
| − | Nothing feels right. Yes nothing feel right.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Alone I feel the ease of all worldly tension.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Everything is fine but simply shut down.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Cosmic entities pull me apart as I pull away from reason.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A heart frozen by someone else betrays a cry for help but only longing to be revived!
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Verse)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Hardest part is being fully aware of my condition.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I would describe it like a silent eruption.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It stretches through out the galaxy with no beginning or end.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm every yet no where at all. So I often daydream and that is how I think of stories.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My mind has become to aware of this other world that is matrix.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I know I will not feel better because the pain keeps me in stasis.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The roots of procrastination that have been planted is growing use to my dark corner.
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| − | | + | |
| − | Smart scientific piece of ****!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's too much.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I said to much.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And no one hears!!
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| − | | + | |
| − | ===Monty Eyes===
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| − | (Doom Metal, Squillish vocals contemplative steel pan-ish beat. Less lyrics more sweet melodic metal tune which is peaceful yet chilling.)
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| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Soft electric melody)
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| − | | + | |
| − | Mr. Monty Eyes
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Frozen in time
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| − | | + | |
| − | Brought me Medusa
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Women freeze when you see them
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A sweet chill when they look at you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Through. Those. Big. Beautiful.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Vacant eyes!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Mr. Monty Eyes!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Guitars)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Chime keyboard beat)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Video: Eyes staring in darkness)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Gut wrenching guitar peel back like scratching nails)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Back to smooth Verse melody)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Time gone with the wind
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Carved me like a stone
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You're presence means no one's home
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Cut down you were a rock
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Rock to my endeavors
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Now or whenever
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | From you came her
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Love is never blind!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | See through me
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sweet. Monty.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Eyes!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Eyes!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | === Nature Horror ===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Doom Metal)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Just like the tiger
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I watch the mother
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I see the widows spitting poison
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Into one another
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The nature horror
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You can't escape
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's something you have lived by
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm bound to murder
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lies like a cobra
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A crab soldier
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I sailed the seas
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The sands of time
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm everything
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And nothing you can live by
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The weight of tomorrow!!!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Tomorrow===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Death Metal/Thrash speed/Breakdown and skipping beat)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | In human error
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I will discribe you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | As a cancer
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That is growing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You are black!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A human condition
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That will clog tomorrow
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You must be cut of flesh
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Or will live forever
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Causing a darkness
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Like the fetus
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | That is human
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | But in fact
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Will be mistaken
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | For something alien
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Drop/Breakdown)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Tu... mor
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Tu... or
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Tumor
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Of tomorrow
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Screamo/Faster)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The evil grow!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Whyyyyy!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | How?!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To cut. it. out.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Nobody knows
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's more likely to hit you when you are old
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Cut!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Out!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Seeee
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Decipher messages left in code!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | We must learn
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | To rid this poison from the soul!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Nooooooo!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Ghosts===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Ghost! In photographs!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Lost and relentless the path!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Captured my soul that's stuck in the past
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Images of dead people that laugh
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Memories are purgatory's keeping us back
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Picturesque to every moment we address
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Blessed is only nothing stuck in this plane
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Autumn comes and the sepia shadows the wind change
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | vignetting as night falls still I fear all will stay the same
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dog-eared you couldn't hear hushes of howling voices being frayed
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You reach out to me but cover break in ways paper decayed
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | In time my degradation will leave me engraved
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Carve a heart into a tree like there was nothing inside
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You're tearing me apart till I'm nothing being fade
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I have die inside with only violent impulses ticking in brain
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sweet songs only shadows can explain
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I hear the forest calling out my name
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Oh god and is it just the wind
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | There is a entity beyond these things!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | You only feel them when you invest the time in losing your lives...
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I have died inside
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Now I truly understand as lay on my side
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I see what life has left for me in plain sight
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | White as day that contrast to the darkness of night
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Grass grows over my body and there is new life
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===A Daydream===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Daydream A nights walk to see the blue fireflies rising on the wind blown grass. The moon covets creation screaming at clouds. She draws water that fall upward as spirits ascend and lifting the fog to see me naked. I am the darkness that dwell in shadow. Ready to face my opponent. We fight battles no one else will see. Come wait for morning she cries. I leave the earth because the universe was meant for me. In euphoria am free. And you don't know me too much.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It makes not deference where I go as long as I can float for an eternity. To sleep beneath the waves where I sing to the growl. Into a portal of sea that ripple with touch. Reflect to replace reality. Inspect conflicting perceptions.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Sigma Colors Introvert the alphas end. My being stretched thin to cover the mosh. Eyes closing to narrow view of a balcony like a sad plant. Cropped perfectly to incept a larger meaning. Flowers to my skeleton unburied. Biting all hands pushing me down. But in chasm so perfectly.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Eyes close to stare at the sun. So beautiful but I am blind. Mood calm down to breach to skyline. Giants looking over mountains awaiting love lost to the sea. Talking at ghosts just to clear head. A cold chill that keeps us awake. I'm screaming don't morn for me yet. I left you behind. You can feel me in trees. I'm scattered it seems. I left beyond and lost repeat in time some ages ago in miles away I left and had to let you go. Some ages ago.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I know it's cold but that's just the way it is. Perhaps our stories will never be told.
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Strange Day===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Creeping Guitar tune advancing more violently as the song progresses)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave Sophisticated Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Strange Day
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's almost normal
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Was almost normal
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And I feel strange
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I don't know how to
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Accept acceptance
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I never try too
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | I'm more accustom
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | It's kinda strange
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Alice Demonic Voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The night will come!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And you will change!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | They'll want your blood!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | My hands will touch the mud!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave perverse having a stroke voice)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Behold my moon my...
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Rave perverse with Alice demonic voice over)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ...bottom!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Pig bucket, Feet on meat
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Little * as
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Flying * backwards
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Joe Bizzy Biden!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Chimp hotdog mask to ask for visine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Red eyes clear eyes
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A happy meal for pop eyes
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | See them crashing
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Scrrooot
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Diving
| + | |
| − |
| + | |
| − | Crazy lady in the highway
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Dodging the lights
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | And dying
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Wait a second, what is happening?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Timing Neeh! passing, how's it night?
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | When I'm older
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Mother soldier
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Happy have you
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Come a time
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Long Slow guitar riffs)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Sing cool)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Biiiiiiiiggg, fat girrrrrrrl
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Just Biiiiiiiggg, fat girrrrrrrrl
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A Biiiiggg, big fat gurrrrrrrl
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Fast janky guitar breakdown and solo)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Nostalgia Baiting Interlude===
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Those member berries
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Taste like a cheap wine
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Blood to the vampire!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | As they resurrect the dead
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Drawing zombies to cinema!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Guitar)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Just remember
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No corpse can walk the earth forever!
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Guitar)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | ===Legion===
| + | |
| − | (Deep voice men chanting)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 1 and 1 eleven
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A vision
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A mission
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A thousand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 1 Legion
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 1 thousand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 2 thousand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 3 thousand
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The thousands
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Matching in the thousands
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | He has one head not 7
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A million
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 1 Legion
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 1 million
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 2 million
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 3 million
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The millions
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Matching by the millions
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Father son, Good housin'
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | He has one head not 7
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | A billion
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 1 Legion
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 1 billion
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 2 billion
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | 3 billion
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | The billions
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | Matching in the billions
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | No hussle, Just muscle
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | (Repeat)
| + | |
| − | | + | |
| − | [[Category:@Rave#2552]]
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