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Fuck U

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There's a look on your face I would like to knock out See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth All I want is to see you in terrible pain Though we won't ever meet I remember your name Can't believe you were once just like anyone else Then you grew and became like the devil himself Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you know That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show Now the world needs to see that it's time you should go There's no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow Can't believe you were once just like anyone else Then you grew and became like the devil himself Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say But I don't think I can, so fuck you anyway Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say So much crap coming out it must take you all day There's a space left in hell with your name on the seat With a spike in the chair just to make it complete When you look at yourself do you see what I see If you do why the fuck are you looking at me Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me [Repeat x4] There's a time for us all and I think yours has been Can you please hurry up cause I find you obscene We can't wait for the day that you're never around When that face isn't here and you rot underground Can't believe you were once just like anyone else Then you grew and became like the devil himself Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway So fuck you anyway [Repeat x11]

Mr. Nice Guy

ACE HOOD
[Hook:] No more mister nice guy (You done fucked up now) From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide You ain't with the clique Wasn't with me from the get Now these niggas wanna dick-ride Fuck it No more mister nice guy Hate to introduce you all to that guy Fuck it No more mister nice guy [Verse 1:] You lookin' at a lion in a dogfight Shooters knock the bulb out your nightlight Nigga, I'm the illest, that's in real life Boy, you better chill, don't get gassed by the crowd hype I can send a shot to make 'em act right I suggest you go and get an ally Know I got the heat, like I'm Pat Ri' Beast of the South, wear the hat like a Rabbi Nigga, I ain't impressed Nigga, I ain't even flex I ain't mentioned in your top five? This the day that they regret it Fuck 'em Ballin' like the Rucker Shout my nigga P [?] they in trouble They ain't on my level Big stones in the bezel I'm a ruler with the flows, niggas can't even measure Whatcha sayin' nigga? I don't play games on the playground I just go to bussin' like a Greyhound Ain't the type of guy to [?] 'round Speakin' of the South, I'm the one who hold the weight down Who the fuck is these niggas? Who the fuck is these niggas? I'm kinda sick in the head Ask H-I-V who the motherfuckin' illest [Hook:] No more mister nice guy (You done fucked up now) From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide You ain't with the clique Wasn't with me from the get Now these niggas wanna dick-ride Fuck it No more mister nice guy Hate to introduce you all to that guy Fuck it No more mister nice guy [Verse 2:] Fuck niggas around, I expose 'em I am the one who the chosen Fuck your devotion I make 'em stir up commotion I make 'em lock in and focus Bitch, I'm a problem Way too much chains on my collar Hoes commit sin for a dollar She just keep suckin' Head is so good, she a scholar Rolly on prezi Obama I am a stoner Pockets on Rosie O'Donnell Loyalty's just what I honor Out for the commas Rap niggas don't want no drama Just know I'm [?] Yolanda Ain't no more chillin' I got more bars than a prison I am on point with precision Aim at your fitted Dope as the coke in the kitchen Ego too big for the business I'm disrespectful, that's just the thing I intended Testin', I don't recommend it Stay on my pivot My name I dare you to mention Flow is on fuckin' tremendous Ya'll better warn everybody I'm a young Vince Lombardi Fuck you gon' teach to a coach, nigga? I tried told niggas [Hook:] No more mister nice guy (You done fucked up now) From now on, I ain't lettin' shit slide You ain't with the clique Wasn't with me from the get Now these niggas wanna dick-ride Fuck it No more mister nice guy Hate to introduce you all to that guy Fuck it No more mister nice guy [Outro:] Oh! Now you fucked up! Now you fucked up! Now you fucked up! You have fucked up now!

Party With The Devil

ATTILA "About That Life"
So what? You don't agree with the things that I do And you always accuse me I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what you want and nobody can ever live forever Get over it I'm ready now We can only live our lives as we please So just get the fuck over it I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what you want and nobody can ever live forever Get over it I'm ready now And it goes on and on, and on, and on, and on, and fuck it Six, six, six Party with the devil, bitch Rage-aholics Anonymous Fill your cups We're dancing with the devil He'll drink you under the table Fire burning in your lungs So drink up And now the Devil's inside me I feel better than I ever have before You don't agree with the things that I do And you always accuse me Fuck Let's go I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what you want and nobody can ever live forever Get over it I'm ready now Here we go All you do is point and accuse A useless flaming ball of shit Causing trouble with my friends I don't give a fuck what you think The devil's got my fucking back If you keep running your mouth You'll get your baby motherfucked Fuck that shit Rage-aholics Anonymous Fill your cups We're dancing with the devil He'll drink you under the table Fire burning in your lungs So drink up And now the Devil's inside me I feel better than I ever have before Go Come on, get up and we'll party with the devil And the party never stops Until you're on my fucking level It's another night alive Another reason we can break shit Fuck another hot bitch My initials are six, six, six Fuck you

Thing's Gon' Change

JA RULE "Blood In My Eye"
[Verse 1: Ja Rule] First off fuck the snitch and that unit he claim Fuck Dre partial, and Eminem Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren Teacher be scared of death of them muderin' Niggaz that like to put holes through chins' In case y'all don't know about my savages They'll kidnap you kid's, put em over a bridge Got em'reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S you just lay down slow I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go I think "Big" as if I was wanted on deathrow We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers shit [Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child] [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin' [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha' [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die [Verse 2: Black Child] As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap I'll probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell If I lay banks down yayo going down Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells "IG" nigga the boss of all bosses making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost for a coffin Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion We organized crime everybody's crying While all of ya'll dying when the ian's stary flyin' Down the public, wanna polly about peace Well fuck peace cause this nigga half police And Black child is half man half beast And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a clip a piece [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Merc] It's time to address the public niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain't dumpin' Shot's tryin lay something down, homie it's nothin' When you dealin' with real gangstas that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't playin man Whenever we see you we leaving you there And ain't no aftermath when our shot's flare Nigga we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's And ain't shit change I still keep a bandana and pack gun's nigga [Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off And everybody you with gonna jet the fuck off You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce D' plays no games, pop the fuck off O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the fuck off everybody know you block is buzzed off We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the fifth ball Bangin on Crenshaw [Chorus X2]

Sapiosexual

AB-SOUL "These Days..."
[Intro - B-Diddy:] You recording bitch! Great minds... fuck each other Uh, Let-Let me fuck your mind (YMF Nigga) [Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:] Na-Nasty motherfucker might fuck without a rubber- Ducky, if you're lucky Only if you're lucky though, don't tell my mother Am-Am I too blunt? She said uh-uh, then I lit the blunt Young Mind Fuck, what the fuck? She was such a... [Hook - Ab-Soul & KR:] Sapio Sexual (think about it baby) Let me fuck your mind Let me-Let me fuck your mind Let me hit it from the back, let me hit in rewind Sapio Sexual Sapio Sexual (Think about it) Let me fuck your mind (She got that thing twerking) Let me-Let me fuck your mind (She got that thing twerking) [Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:] Let me choke ya up (murder scene!) Let me poke ya up (bomb bomb) Pussy make you wanna call 9 (one, one) Greatest of all time Like Mike (one, one) Check mine (one two) Now your brain is (All mine!) Make it rhyme, why you worry about my double enten To-Tongue on the clit, finger fucking (Throwing gang signs) Oh shit, know them hoes told you bout the Druggies Might lick your asshole don't judge me (Don't Wuwwy!) Young Mind Fuck, what the fuck? yeah I'm in this bitch And I'm in your bitch, ain't that a bitch? I'm looking like (Switch!) Light switch, click, then I'm in the mall like swish! (Baller mayne) You with the hips, you and your uterus could use a lift Uh, kiss the lips on your face and below your waist (Mwah) Asking rhetorical questions like "who's is this?" There is Only 1 She got that thing twerking and one thing is for certain Yeah she a... [Hook] [Bridge - Isaiah Rashad:] Take em to church! If you don't know man, better ask somebody (Let me fuck your mind!) If you don't know man, better ask somebody Somebody, somebody, somebody If you don't know man, If you don't know man Better ask somebody! [Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:] Whatever you choose, whatever you do make sure he a thug and intelligent too (True) Dumb as ditch but they'll still school you Make you happy but fuck you like he mad at you Pull your weave back, (lick around your areola) Never sober (Always getting bent) Bent over! Haha no really though, bend over and touch your toes mami, let me see what you can do (Work!) Crizzle my scrilla, Soulo that nigga Soul! (Work!) Cole World! Uh, little nasty This one for my... [Hook]

Cool Guy 5

ADAM SANDLER "Stan And Judy's Kid"
[Sean pulling up in his car to a hooker] [GIRL #5:] Hey, honey. [SEAN:] S'up baby? Looking all smooth, standing on the corner at 3 in the morning and shit. You cold, baby? You want to use me as a blanket? [GIRL #5:] I'm just doing my thing. [SEAN:] Well, does doing your thing mean your tricky? 'Cause I'd like to invest some of my hard earned money towards loving you, if you know what I getting at. [GIRL #5:] Well, how much you got, big man? [SEAN:] Well, I'm willing to drop 50 dollars on your ass, but there's a condition going on. [GIRL #5:] What's that? [SEAN:] You're going to have to put those lucious lips of yours on... my... slub-a-dub. [GIRL #5:] Ooh, I can do that. [SEAN:] You can? [GIRL #5:] Mm-hmm. [SEAN:] You mean, you ain't going make fun of the fact that I called my gizza-gazza a "slub-a-dub"? [GIRL #5:] Honey you can call your thing what ever you want to as long as you got 50 bucks. [SEAN:] Oh sna... well, alright then here's the 50 dollars, [unzips pants] and here's my flip stick, now start wetting that thing up. [GIRL #5:] [Opens his door] Sir, you are under arrest. [police car pulls up] [SEAN:] You got to be fucking with mind here. [GIRL #5:] No, I'm not. [COP:] Good job, Denise. We'll take him from here. [Cop hand cuffs Sean] [SEAN:] WHAT?!?! You going to arrest my ass for trying to get a ride on my slip 'n' slide? Fuck that shit. [GIRL #5:] Hey honey, when you get to jail, you're going to be on the other end of a slip 'n' slide, and I hope you enjoy yourself. [SEAN:] WWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTT?!?!?! [cop throws Sean in back of police car] [COP:] Just get in the back, asshole. [GIRL #5:] [from outside] You sick fuck. [SEAN:] Damn!! [crying] This is a bunch of bullshit!!! [PEEPER:] Piss on me. [also in the back of the police car] [SEAN:] WHAT?! [PEEPER:] Please, piss me. [SEAN:] NO!!! [PEEPER:] Just a tinkle. [SEAN:] Fuck that, keep him away from me. [PEEPER:] Urine. [SEAN:] Keep this man away from me.

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