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Amboog-A-Lard lyrics

Disease

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Innocence, I began, youth my direction. Ignorance, love in my heart, no detection. Tried to explore, dying for more. Life, death, please mother let me begin. I closed my eyes, everything a lie. Rebellion to rebel, fallen in deep, why? Tried to deter, dying not to see. Hate, hate, please mother leave me be. I created, I found myself at least I thought. Lust for for love rotted me, no detection. Tried and achieved, what was not conceived. Watch me, please mother look at MEEE!! I fell, I fell hard, face down denial. I've beaten myself into the ground. I tried to rise, everything changes, not me. Wrong or right, please mother forgive me. I looked, I looked at myself, my direction. All these years gone, but I found love. Myself, I'm off to explore again with peace of mind. Every day mother, father I'm more like you. I understand why you do the things you do. Disease!! Rots under my skin. Disease!! Committed like sin. Disease!! Starving for more. Disease!! I don't want to cure.

Nose-bleed Section

HILLTOP HOODS
For my people in the front, in the nose bleed section, This is for the heads thats loving the mix, My people in the front all covered in spit, Batters in the box, Suffa's to pitch Hilltop hoods all up in this bitch and we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us we bump the pump meters,we drunk you chumps need us So jump with us, down the front if its, if its your flavour, come get drunk with us This life turned out nothing like I had planned, Why not? By now I should have had some land, Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand, But I got nothing, nothing, I write rhymes on the bus, I keep suffering, suffering, fuck the lines in the dust you keep sniffing, That shit is for the punk hoes, that shit is for my bros, my people in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row Check it out I got hip-hop taste buds, Wanna hear that bass when I make love, Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up, write rhymes to get me through a break up….BITCH rough like whisky, straight, No chaser, went through 50 breaks, no flavour Till I found this one and made the, Bass hook with the drum, my saviour, This is the come back, tounge dat Sharp like a thumb tak, its so tight james is saying, 'give my funk back, one track, 8 track, a-dat, residual, noise, man fuck that we clean with the digital, Toys im the apache, you're failing to match me Throw your hands in the air like u hailing a taxi “taxi' And move to the funk flow, you stepping are you drunk bro? This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row People don't complain if suffa's in here, and you're in the front row all covered in beer and the club owners don't say the place is wrecked its your fault, if the roof is on fire, its an electric fault man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live, like Friday night footy in my hoodie can hide i, I get live on the brakes son, like place one, Lads if you're heading to the bar, grab your mates one, Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey, I got like half a mill in monopoly money, theres no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand, and take a plane to Japan and drink saki with the mafia, Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadaffia Dinner date followed by a funk show Well rip off our tops and jump around in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row Put me here, and im all yours, its not for the money and its not for the applause, no it's the nosebleed section I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row

Dance With My Father

Disney
Back when I was a child, Before life removed all the innocence, My father would lift me high, And dance with my mother and me and then, Spin me around 'till I fell, fell alseep, And up the stairs he would carry me. And I knew for sure, I was loved. If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him, I'd play a song the would never, ever end, How I'd love, love, love, to dance with my father, again. Oooooh. When I and my mother would disagree, To get my way i would run from her to him, He'd make me laugh just to comfort me, Oooooh, and finally make me do just what my mother said, Lat ethat night when I fell alseep, He left a dollar under my sheet, Never dreamed that he, would be gone from me, No. If I could steal, one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him, I'd play a song that would never, ever end. 'Cause I'd love, love, love, to dance with my father, again. Again.

No Charge

TAMMY WYNETTE
No Charge A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said: For cutting the grass: $5.00 For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00 For going to the store for you: .50 Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: .25 Taking out the garbage: $1.00 For getting a good report card: $5.00 For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00 Total owed: $14.75 Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote: For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge. For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge. For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge. For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge. For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge, Son. When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge. When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, 'Mom, I sure do love you'. And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: 'PAID IN FULL'

Dear Marshall-eminem's Mom

EMINEM
[ma opinion] ye..im doin dis cuz im bored (ehhh.. dis song is disin Eminem awww :( o ye n he aint gay ya stupid f*g...he don like u!!!aha dats hurten! [announcer] Written and produced at sound break dot com... [sum lady] will the real scott thompson please stand up.. please stand up oooohhh dear.. I think we're gona have a problem here.. [some gay f*g who thinks eminem likes him...um ye keep dreamin hun!!] [first letter] Dear eminem..i still havent heard back from you but thats ok i undertand you..cause i do it too im always on the road like tom jones i expect i'll be hearing from you pretty soon though.. cause i included a self-addressed envelope, along with some stamps.. and just incase, i also put in my adress: (aha wut a loser!!) i still think your da bomb anyway...im still with vince ooh thats right! you havent met him! If we ever adopt a special needs mix-raced child.. were gona name him eminem!!! so...wassssup!? i hear youre divorcing Kim good! i always thought you looked better with him! dre completes you.. in the middle is where he meets you I bet he had you ..and yo! dude!.. its so rare to have a black man stick around.. believe me,i know! (what a total f*g eh?) hang onto him Marshal! Everyone says im a dope for loving you like i do(o scott u have no idea!) They say youre homo-fobic but.. i say your not!!(ehhh dats enuf budi nomore wit da eminem dises!) Sincerly yours,Your Biggest Gay Fan,Scott [chorus:]aaahhha dis chorus is pure jokes!! your so angry all the timeee i just dont see the point even when i see your photos.. you've always gota scow even if i could be as close as dre would you ever smile at all? this concerns me.. are you straight or gay? straight or gaay (um.. ye hes straight so back off ur scarin me) [second verse] Dear mr. ive gotten a little too big for my riches.. well here it is..one month later and still no letter (k wut is dis guy..does he got pms or somethin?jeese..) its not really me its more my mother.. she thinks we look good together(eh r u sure ur mom aint a gay f*g 2?) i think you look good in leather thats just me though.. Hey! remember that night you didn't play at madison square? my mom and i were there! thanks! (im sure its his pleasure) my mom got a cold after that (cough..dad..cough) i hope you get fat! i love you marshal.. but i hate you slim vince is so jealous of you.. he doesnt understand that its true.. that rap-ers can be gay(srri but dis one aint gay) well..not gay like gay-gay but gay like.. dude that shirt is so gay!(dats my defenition of gay..) sometimes i think to myself.. what if you were ugly? would i still be in love with you like i am? or am i that shallow? damn! anyway.. let me just rap-up another letter that you wont return of course.. by saying that im voting for britteny at the mtv awards(thats iight cuz im votin em!) Love,Scott Oh! P.S tell nursy dre that elton and george send there love Mwah! [chorus:]haha its still jokes! your so angry all the timeee i just dont see the point even when i see your photos.. you've always gota scow even if i could be as close as dre would you ever smile at all? this concerns me.. are you straight or gay? straight or gaay (STRAIGHT!!) [Verse 3:] Dear mr.. Im so hardcore to come outa the closet cause.. i dont wana loose my street fame with the homies: but inside im just a n'sync loving sweet little giirll(naw dats nuff outa u) i can no-longer continue with this one-sided relationship anymore Marshal and i have decided this is the last you'll ever hear from me.. nnooo im not gona kill myself you idiot!!(damn!) i killed my boyfriend vince i did! (um hm BS!!) i guess i just got so sick and tired of defending your fat (skiny) ass! and so i-i-i beat him to death with the juicer (lmao s-t-t-u-d-d-er) [vince:] hey pumpkin im home i uh.. [gay fag scott] vince! shh! would you please get outa here im pouting (aww babes dont pout haha) dinner's in the oven just put it in the microwave ok? [vince:] aight [pouter] ok! hes not dead but he could be! im not angry! i just drank a fifth of carrot juice dare me to drive!!!(ohh please no we dont want u 2 try n pik up fags!) well i would.. but i cant drive stick mmother tells me that i should just walk away you know like that song by the vangels? walk like an egyption? but without the egyption part.. (da gay fag cries) let me tell you something.. mr.matthers youd better watch it b.. cause you could easily get fat. oo..oooo.oo your skinny now! cause your young (ewww its a pedafile!watch out marshal!!) but you'll get fat oo trust me and i cant wait for that day.. i cant wait to see your duet with pebo.. or s-s-s-ee you in one of those casinos..slim shady yeah!! more like fat shady!!(um..no dont embaress urself scott) i hate you fattyy you are so fat!! (oo careful now dont cry dere scott) i-i hate you! llllove you!! (dats more like it) i hate you i love you i hate you i love you i hate you i love you i hate you.. (da fag continues to embaress himself) Vince? ok listen up dere budi no one cares about whar your saying about em ya and for all you peoples who dont care what i have to say.. then go hook up with scott over here if he can make up his mind whether or not he hates eminem but ye thanks for reading my opinions and stuff... iight peace!..(o ye i didnt double check it so there might be some mistakes if u see sum send one at ma email above cya!)

Searching For A Former Clarity

AGAINST ME! "Searching For A Former Clarity"
No the doctors didn't tell you, that you were dying. They just collected their money, And sent you on your way. But you knew all along, went on pretending nothing was wrong, you said I will keep my focus, till the end. And in the journal you kept, by the side of your bed. You wrote nightly in aspiration, of developing as an author. Confessing childhood secrets, of dressing up in women's clothes, Compulsions you never knew the reasons to, Well everyone, you ever meet or love, be just relationship based on a false presumption, despite everyone, you ever meet or love, in the end, will you be all alone? As the disease spreads slowly through your body, pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs, your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last, your coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade, as your hair thinned, as the weight fell off, as your teeth blackened, as the lesions spotted your skin, as you fell to your knees in the center of the stage, as you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price, as the lights blended into the continuing noise, as all hope was finally lost. Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition. Let this be the end. Let this be the last song. Let this be the end. Let all be forgiven.

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