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BUTTHOLE SURFERS lyrics

Julio Iglesias

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Now, this here story is the story of John Exczeuter Muthor Smoke, And its for his Mom, its about his Mom, Its about the Chicken Ranch they had in Southern Utah, Any they grown the fingernail of a nun, like I have spoken to you before, This song is with love, its for love, its about love, its a negating love, Its with hate,its not about hate, its love, love is love, And its about John.E Smoke and his Mom and the baby they had. Johnny was a little lesbian midget boy, but he stood ten foot tall with a thermo-nuclear device. Johnny left home before he was born. A huge Indian teepee had appeared out of Johnnys earlobe, He didnt know why. It spoke French and half-Dutch, Perhaps the teepee was from Belgium, We dont know. All of a sudden Johnny had no reasoning His life was a tremglescwitch What is a tremglescwitch? A way of life that Johnny only knew And there was no telling how much he knew or how little Because Johnny was a lesbian, A shoplifter, A drag queen, And a surgeon, A heart surgeon of love. Pretty soon Johnny was a Chinese Emporer He owned seventeen 7-11s which were convenince stores, Known only in the United States. Johnny sold cocaine, marujuana and alcohol, A lot of things Johnny said he didnt understand himself, When a tattoo of Jesus on his chest would occaisionally rise three feet above his body, And play poker with him, Not knowing what to do, Johnny would bid high, Jesus would raise him a little, Johnny would come back and say, What have ya got Christ Christ would say The Ace of Spades Johnny was confused again A lot of litagation went down Johnny became a black person, Then an Indian, And wandered through California, Got him a trip.............

Tell Me Why (Feat Mary J. Blige)

WILL SMITH "Lost And Found"
[Mary J. Blige] Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy [Chorus: Will Smith - while Mary repeats in background] I really wish I could explain it baby It's just the world is kinda crazy baby Ain't no pretty way to paint it baby Don't cry, dry your eyes [Verse One: Will Smith] September 11th I woke up about 7 AM West coast time, french toast and my turkey bacon Takin my time awakin, turnin my TV on To my surprise, saw what everybody in the world saw Me and my children, images were chillin My son said - daddy were there people in that building? A cold sweat, frozen with a lump in my chest I heard his question, couldn't bring my lips to say yes to him That night at my son's side, he cried And prayed for the ones who died in the World Trade His palms to God, seeds of qualms with God He just, kept on pressin me, wanna know why Then one week later our bombs were dropped We seein them, on CNN, they just won't stop The infrared, images of brutal attack He said 'Daddy now we killin 'em back,' right right [Chorus] - repeat 2X + (Mary J. Blige ad lib crooning) [Interlude: Mary J. Blige] Souls are captured (souls are captured) Dreams are stolen (dreams are stolen) Hearts are broken (hearts are broken) Evil plaguin he rewardin Hate surrender (hate surrender) Love exaulted! (Love exaulted!) HOPE ELATED! (HOPE ELATED!) Negativity DESTROYED AND.. [Verse Two: Will Smith] Honest to God, why is the bomb always gettin the last word and why, did her uncles have to molest her and why, did all them cops have to be shootin to kill? And why, did all them priests have to act so ill? Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touched? Tell my why did Malcolm and Martin depart from us Tell me why did the sniper make that little boy shoot And why, is human life always denied for loot? Tell me WHY did MANDELA have to live in a cage Why did my brother Sterling have to die at that age Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his fate And why the {*BLEEP*} can't love, seem to defeat hate? Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to eat? Why did 'Pac and Biggie Smalls have to fall in the street? Tell me why did Jam Master Jay have to go that way? Please, what am I supposed to say my kids when they say [Chorus] - repeat 2X as before [Verse Three: Will Smith] Can't explain it baby life is just really crazy I mean if it's world wars or the life of a little baby We got more stores than they got rice under buddha lazy You live four scores and still it be drivin you crazy But for me I try to see the button side Sometimes it be like the goodness be tryin to hide or tryin to flee, but it can't, it's deep inside Sweetie you be the light for others, make 'em believe in God [Interlude]

Street Jesus

AEROSMITH "Music From Another Dimension!"
Hey have you heard the news? Somebody stole my shoes And I can smell the booze How indiscreet And though I had a plan After that thief outran Into another man Who had no feet I swear to god that day That guy with no feet say "You got to walk my way" "That's how it's planned" That's when I thought, "good grief" J-Just ain't my belief Until I saw the holes Inside his hand Street Jesus Street Jesus Come on, come on, what you think about life? Demon in heaven gotta carry a knife You said to me, "no, that ain't the plan" With a smile on his face and the holes in his hand Wise man tell ya what they're reading from a scroll But things kinda change when the story gets told They tell it like it is to everybody they meet Just to sing it in the church what they're preaching in the street Placate and vacate your mind Too late to make hate you'll find Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus Streeeeeeeet Jeesuuuus Good God Almighty, s'posed to be about love You must've wished upon me by kissing the glove I'm a high-stepping lover, sharp as a knife I'm a pink flamingo on a great long life A wise man, poor man, beggar man too You bet your bottom dollar but whatcha gonna do? I can make up daylight jealous of the night I try to play the game but I never get it right! Placate and vacate your mind Too late to make hate you'll find When you wonder what's up With your half empty cup Say tell him "don't give up, "Reach for the stars" You think you're so street wise Just pray and close your eyes Until we colonize The moon and stars But wouldn't it be great If we could wipe the slate When we all live in hate And all this fear So please don't call me "sir" If you're whole life's a blur And Mr. Bartender Another beer Sometimes it's hard trying to keep up the pace The train kept a rollin' when you're trying to win the race If you don't believe me, wanna stay in the game You gotta know who from the heavens came They tell it like it is to everybody they meet Cause they're singing in the church what they're preaching in the street If you wanna give 'em hell then you tell it from the steeple But I'd rather be a priest so I can scream it to the people Placate and vacate your mind Too late to make hate you'll find You won't get too many tries Love is the love of my life Street Jesus Street Jesus Street Jesus Street Jesus Street Jesus Street Jesus

Just 4 You

Cross Movement
Chorus: Just 4 U, Just 4 U, is why I wrote this rhyme· Just 4 U, so you can understand what goes thru my mind· Just 4 You, so you can understand who I be· the way a walk· the way I talk· the way I think (x2) Verse 1: Welcome to a place you've never been before· It's laid back but raw· Jesus Christ for yall· I'm coming like a jab aimed straight to your jaw· so you better duck· when I bust· cause I'm letting off· · From the door, I'ma lay some things to rest· for me it's Christ first and then this microphones next· you can boogie like the monsters, but I'll still be vexed· if what you speak is not about his most highness· · Allow me if you will, to chill and build a few things· my foundation the Rescuer, The King of Kings· · And Lord of Lords· deserves more than your applause· King Jesus say His name cause he reigns yall· · For mankind, sin made a great big hole· and he became the cement filler to hold up the pole· · called life, no pun intended· you think there's more than one way I recommend you listen· Choosing Christ is not like switchin' long distance· or choosin' what pants to wear with what shirt, it's different· · much different, extremely different like strokes· but there's no Arnold, Willis, Mr. Drummond and no jokes· · I'm provoked, by a world who wants to choke me out· my light's lit, but like Fro's they want to blow me out· · So I let my light shine like a frost bit bracelet· the world you living in face it· His voice shaped it· He changed the face of history and you can't erase it· Sin and death couldn't hold Him and they tried to glue and paste Him· · So where should I take it from here let's see…· I guess that's enough work for the first verse piece Chorus Verse 2: It's been made plane like Jane to me· and doesn't take an Einstein brain to see· that if your born your gonna die and that's the way it be· So you can kill your after life philosophy· cause if it's not Christ, your livin' slopily· like Joe, so I flow hopin' you'll copy me· and get down with Christ who's gotta monopoly· on the universe and works without stoppin', Please!· · He don't need sleep, cause he's the word, ya heard· show me one better than Christ and it's him I'll serve· · But you can't, and I'm not· and you won't, so just stop· feeling shaken; your thing is breakin'; come stand on this Rock Chorus Verse 3: I'd like to take a minute or so if I could· to drop these last packages off in your mental neighborhood· · They're postmarked urgent· from the Lords Bondservant· in care of the Holy Spirit who's now red alertin'· you to the fact that your deservin'· · of no more· than the blaze of the torture and the scorch· but you're the next contestant, so come on down, cause you've been bought · But your feeling bugged cause it seems like your caught· · in your seat or ya' feet feel like they're stuck to the floor· but see the life of Our Lord· was spread out on that Cross· So we could escape the torch,· not just for sport,· no longer to be lost· If we recognize of course· that we're sinners and He's the true and living Life source· · from which we must draw· it was sin and death that he fought· and when His breath left, Oh my God we thought· · he took the L, but we soon saw he prevailed· so when I exhale· Oh yes, I expel myths· · , that outside of Christ you can know God cause He's it· High Priest, Prince of Peace, King Jesus· You better believe His -name is -King Jesus Chorus

Adaliene

KEITH ANDERSON "C'mon!"
The first naked lady I ever saw, Was that tattoo on my uncle's arm. On daddy's farm that summer he drove up, And helped us build that barn. He rolled up his sleeves, His arms were lean. He flexed and made her dance for me. I turned red and we both laughed. And hoped my daddy didn't see. He got all teary-eyed and serious, When I asked him who she was. That's Adaliene, In '63. I wish you could have met her, She was everything to me. Hear it all the time, Love at first sight. When I saw that girl I knew I had to love her all my life. I was just 19 when I got this thing, And I swear that it still stings, Everytime I think about my Adaliene. Get back to work you lazy bums, My daddy joked, He's lying son. Whatever it is he said he did, You can best believe he's never done. Mom yelled hey guys, It's supper time. Wipe off your feet and wash your hands. And as we did I said Hey dad, You ever seen that tattoo dance? He got all teary-eyed and serious, He shook his head and said, Yeah I remember her. That's Adaliene. In '63 First time I ever saw your uncle take a drink. Hear it all the time, Love at first sight. When I saw her in his arms I knew he'd love her all his life. I was 24 in your Grandpa's Ford, And I paid for all that ink. Yeah I know all about that Adaliene. I knew her well, Hell, all he ever talked about from the moment that he fell Were those wedding bells, That house up on the hill. And how empty and how lonely life would be, Without his Adaliene. Hear it all the time, Love at first sight. When I saw that girl I knew I'd have to love her all my life. I was just 19 when I got this thing, And I swear that it still stings, Everytime I think about my Adaliene.

G.o.d. We Tru$t

Maestro "Built To Last"
(yo yo, yo yo) Yeah Here's some food for thought (you love to hear the story, again and again) [Chorus] This is the shit that niggas die for The shit they breath for Sweat and cry for Sacrafice their life for Civlized turned to savages Mainly out for lavish gifts Check the story, check the story This is the shit that niggas pray for, every night And take bullets ricochet Some would even slay for Civilized turned to savages Mainly out for lavish gifts Check the story, check the story Yo, I knew a brother named G G was heavy weight Niggas tried to emulate Sellin' weight's how he did it Out to make another G Never finger-printed Neighborhood drug lord, he'd make you say (G) how'd he do it? Had the blocked locked down Pullin' levers out for treasures Like black ceaser with the ledges G smoked Benson off his hedges Crack conisour, ghetto godfather Got you checkin' out the saga I remember when he made a few bucks They called him Poo, but That was way before he blew up He grew up But still he wasn't easy G was movin' speedy His team started to say (This mother fucker's gettin' greedy) Already had a Lex, man Dan was vexed Didn't like the way he started to flex (what the fuck's he gettin' vexed?) Club hoppin', takin' his whip shoppin' G'd forgotten his team, now his teams plottin' To stop him Making mad dough like Pablo From sellin' mad blow But he didn't wanna share the cash flow So the same old niggas that rode and strolled wit' him (what'd they do, man?) Put a fuckin' hole in 'em [Chorus] I knew a brother named O A super pimp nigga Had hookers on the stroll He'd make you wanna say (oh oh) Making pesos Every single time an H-O would give felecio (to who?) Every Tom, Dick or Pedro Wit' a sentence I seen him turn a seven day eventess into an apprentince Many wifes into wenches Renlentless Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae Have a fun day, by Monday, she's on the runway Then he met a chick named Candace by the Church of St. Agnus Planned his attack, now little Candace sports spandex Crazy pompous, he never had a concious When Candace fucked his money up, Candace was unconcious The nigga flipped on a dime (What'd he do, son?) He gave the girl more lumps than Thelma's outmeal from good times When she came to, that was it, she was fed (What'd she do?) pull out a twenty two and shot him in the head [Chorus] I knew a brother named D Livin' on the edge Knew how to make papes, but he didn't know the ledge Made a pledge to be the top baller (and) street baller Made cash in large portions A fortune of extortion And embezelment D was never hesitant to stage a heist He'd raise the price to take a life Jewelry always glazin' nice Leavin' folks in broken arms D was always totin' johns (did he ever read the bible?) Nah, D was never po' in songs Strictly out for makin' cabbage He'd break and damage His estate was lavish Coke up his nasal passage One day, he sat and realized the lives that he took For the first time in his life, even D got shook He went on hands and knees And asked forgivness from Johova But it was too late He'd mixed the coke-stra with the nose-stra He tried to leave the city Tried to run from his job He tried to turn his life around He couldn't run from the mob They found him, tied him up, 'bout to fill him with led But before they took his life, check the words that they said [Chorus] (yo) (G...O...D)

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