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Fred Durst lyrics

Livin' It Up

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Livin' in the fast lane This is dedicated to you Ben Stiller You are my favorite mutherfucker I told you, didn't I? Drama makes the world go around Does anybody got a problem with that? My business is my business Who's guilty? Can I get a witness? First things first The Chocolate Starfish is my man Fred Durst Access Hollywood lisence to kill A redneck fucker from Jacksonville Bangin' on the dumpster funk My microphone machete's in the back of my trunk Rocker's who's steady with the He says, she says And don't forget about the starfish navigation system Don't hate me I'm just an alien With thirty seven tons of new millenium Dum diddie dum Where's it coming from? Mrs Aguilera, come and get some Oh know, which way to go To the dance floor It's on my stereo Pay me no mind I seen The Fight Club About twenty eight times And I'm 'a keep my pants saggy Keep a skateboard A spray can, for the taggin' And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls in my beer wagon Cause I don't give a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane Take two Hoo haa! Now who's the star sucker? I'm the Starfish You silly mutherfucker Puff puff Give the marujuana cig Oops I don't even smoke But I love the way it smells Here's a toast to the females Sippin' lung champagne from a seashell I think I gotta feel And pop his ass like a zit With the starfish navigation system I'm no cheap thrills baby Fill the briefcase with three dollar bills I'm just an ordinary run of the mill fella Spittin' out hella mic skillz And I'm 'a keep my pants saggy Keep a skateboard A spray can, for the taggin' And I'm 'a keep a lot of girls in my beer wagon Cause I don't give a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane Cause it's so easy To tell a lie And it's so easy to run and hide But it's not easy to be alive So don't be wasting None on my time This world is like a cage And I don't think it's fair And I don't even think That anybody cares It'll leave a hole down the side of me And it'll leave a scar Can anybody see? That we gotta get it out We gotta get it out And I'm 'a get it out With the mutherfucken microphone Plugging in my soul I'm a renegade riot getting out of control I'm 'a keep it alive And continue to be Flying like an eagle To my destiny So can you feel me? (Hell yeah) Can you feel me? (Hell yeah) If you feel mutherfucker then you'll say (Hell yeah) Hell yeah, I'm livin' life in the fast lane Cause it's so easy To tell a lie And it's so easy to run and hide But it's not easy to be alive So don't be wasting None on my time I'm just a crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck Livin' life in the fast lane Another crazy mutherfucker Livin' it up Not giving a fuck In the fast lane

M.f.c. Lawz

Heltah Skeltah "Magnum Force"
Intro: [Voice] Hahaha Yeah, Heltah Skeltah (Outlawz) Outlawz Doc MFC, almighty Ruck, yeah, yeah Verse 1: [Ruck] I spit the vocab (vocab) While most fags, go rap No paths and brags about they bitch coach back Don't play it in the cup, ready to blast and twist Any Nigga who be takin' I'm a pacifist Yo ass can diss Told you couldn't last to this When you ask of the force of the Magnum, bitch You drastic (You drastic) Hastic about the car Smack 'em up with the heater give 'em (?scips?) and scars (give 'em (?scips?) and scars) I'm hatin' y'all Niggas try to disrespect Techniques, next week I will disconnect Your fuckin' head of your shoulder When the dread come below the bombastic, pullin' bad chips from his hoster Natural addict with lyrics on your transistor On your radio takin' no shit about the inflister Knew that nigga slapped on Me so I crapped on (?The ab, it's the mack, with more barry than steffon?) Yes y'all (yes y'all, hahahahahaha) Who the best in the indusphere Ain't it the same Nigga that disagree than shook 'em here (shook 'em here) Vinagar, I be puttin' motherfuckers plenty fear In the heart of these bitch ass nigga with my steady chair (steady chair) Chorus: Who we be? We be the B double O-T-C,-A-M-P Who we be? We be the O-U-T-L-A,-W-Z Verse 2: Rock, Young Noble [Rock] Livin' this hell like the Skeltah Who can I trust [Young Noble] Move emotionless Puffin' this vibe we got among us [Rock] I'm sick of Niggas livin' legal So we got some Outlawz [Young Noble] Push the Southpole [Rock] Mad Niggas don't get pushed in the Southpole (in the Southpole) [Young Noble] I got y'all Snatchin' guilty tactics cause you're ashtray [Rock] Straight up faggots My Mag spin to make a Nigga backwards [Young Noble] Attack shit like a full blooded pimp for sins [Rock] With them aimed at your (?) [Young Noble] Named man with a vengance unless you lay for a thinkin' [Rock] Now I get so stupid, Niggas couldn't complete for a (?) [Young Noble] We livin' Every single day at full speed, full breed, thugs be [Rock] Fuck with this, you bleed (you bleed) Now we're keepin' best act boy at Alcatraz [Young Noble] Out for cash [Rock] Moreno brought it down blast [Young Noble] Oringal done clock niggas, fuck these rap niggas [Rock] (?) [Young Noble] What they need is all together All my thugs is to perform If you ain't down for applause [Rock] You can get the fuck off [Young Noble] See them all at the strong And get paid and move on If you ain't down for applause [Rock] You can get the fuck off [Young Noble] Captured by the snitch Suddenly the people fall Y'all ain't down for a

It's You

JAE MILLZ "Dead Presidents 2"
Ladies and gentlemen I go by the name of Jae Millz Justin Case, Marlyn New York City That's it It's really here I'm a father who's child in this world livin' Just chillin', spittin' This verse from my iPhone just ringin' My lyrics get mo' po' in the oda I'm getting Young niggas like, what can I give 'em? Like wisdom Oh, not to mention some dope ass music you can play when you're getting dressed Man, it's like I make theme music for getting fresh Smoke medicated every day, fuck a cigarette You would think I was Mike's son, I got all the Jords Sneaker boxes galore, my closet have a storage waz Somebody feel they in need, they could come record I look the new world's mirror and asked who was the doppest you ever saw in the city I'm a father who's child in this world livin' Still chillin', still tryna remain sucker free and get this chicken My new Sedan hard like MOP halls And it's still MOP, yea, money over pigeons Ain't no all on my marble floors, baby I ain't slippin' I enticin' in yo game showin' Givens But my birthday in this year, in Houston I was double cup Throbe on, that's disrespectful to pimpin' if I wasn't sippin' That's just G shit, fuck a rap song Ask Bun if you think I'm just puttin' words in rap form My sline ain't gave me a chance in the platform Now my town hype cause a fool is what I act for Yea, Yankee feel it, low cuts Spend mo' money on my belt than the jeans they holdin' up Like my ex down in the dust, I don't care how she holdin' up Humor from a beamered up bus so who's the real asshole?

Right Lane

Carl Wilson "Carl Wilson"
I've been livin' in the right lane Keepin' my speed a steady pace I've been tryin' to do the best thing Goin' a little slow, but staying in the race Always believed I could get what I wanted Even if it took a little while Always believed I could take care of my brother Do my thing with style I've been livin' in the right lane Sometimes arrive a little late I've been tryin' to do the best thing People tell me a shouldn't wait There have been others travelin' the same road Get just where they want to be There have been time when I wanted to break my mold Switch over to another speed I've been livin' in the right lane Seeing others cruise on by I've been tryin' to do the best thing Think I'll give the passin' lane a try Am I the kind who would run over my brother Just to get where I should be? Am I the kind to be content in my splendor After all the trouble gettin' on the freeway? I've been livin' in the right lane

Sep Seven Game Show Theme

ATMOSPHERE "Headshots: SE7EN"
[Slug] The following program has been brought to you by Rhymesayers Entertainment The following program contains explicit lyrics and we the producers stay defiantly behind the views expressed in the following program. All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" game show Recorded live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota this is the game where we make the average player a star. Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the host of the "Sep Sev" game show that's right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev... YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, fuck the money, everyone on the floor drop I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that soar talk Stole the dinner and freaked it to the freeway Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a three-way Sound track recorded here in Minnesnowda Tastes like ambrosia Disinfects pen holders Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest, if you're proud of it And wake me back to safety if you see me falling out of it Under a full moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous? See your in the distance, the images riveting Given the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the lighting Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me tight like a kite string All right, let's hear it for contestant number one What's your name sir? Yo, MC famous, the killer Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks? Or air on the horny Miami based video or do you just want to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with money? Yo, I want the sex man, just give chicks man, just, just let me touch 'em man! [Slug] Now what If I spent, my whole day ?, on getting bent, and now I can't afford my rent Do I grab a crowbar to your back door (Back door) or hit up Super America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward) I should be honest, cause even my outer conscience, Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people waking up from sleeping, Keeping me from retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories, Used to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the rush Hush, maybe somewhere in it I became a cynic, but your sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute The planets in my head now rotate around the mind The substance, the bug shit, all in my circumference And I function Like I don't give a fuck if you grasp it Resent the bitch that don't and cast it under the masses; I asked, "Is that right?" I answered, "Does it matter?" I was glancing at how you fancy the passion, bastard How fast you scale the ladder to jump I'd rather just flunk than gather your junk (Yo dog, you should blast that punk) Alright, this next round our contestant is gonna have to slam a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt liquor smoke a blunt, load a gun and sell records to 14 year olds all over the country And the first one of you genocidal fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins Wins what!? Mr. Announcer, tell them what they'll win! Well, they'll win respect, lot's and lot's of props! [Slug] Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin' kamekazi Shoulda called mommy when you saw me pull up in ? The rest of you're life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback Here's your tape, give me my cash back I'm on tracks, and that's that, in fact that's all you need Either take some kind of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed How's your scene? And how's that rental running? And how's the weed selling? And how's the demo coming? Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit your lips Stick this in your mouth to cleanse it The fuckin' prop is too expensive Make's me want to end it (Repent kid) My advice is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers That way when your bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the stains created when I skated across that flat service you refer to as lyrical endowment That content, that conscience, run down to that ?

Fast Lanes And Country Roads

Barbara Mandrell "Greatest Hits"
theres a eight line highway out in L.A. headed nowhere every day is a rat race their fightin' for first place it's like a nightmare it's a life of mass confusion its a heavy load I'm ready to trade the fast lane for a country road theres a new york skyline but theres no sunshine down on broadway watching the stocks rise keeps them paralized up on parkplace its a 5th avanue elusioin diggin' for the gold I'm ready to trade the fast lane for a country road I'm gonna take a turn for the better it's been a long hard ride this can't go on forever I need a sunday driveeeeeeeee....... Let me get behind the wheel before I lose control and trade this fast lane for a country road theres a desert sunset I haven't seen yet just out of tuscon down in hotsprings arkansa you can get an overhaul I sure could use one I'm gonna ride the bus to madness then I'll be layin low I'm ready to trade the fast lane for a country road I'm gonna take a turn for the better it's been a long hard ride this can't go on forever I need a sunday driveeeeeeeee....... Let me get behind the wheel before I lose control and trade this fast lane for a country road come on get out of the fast lane get on a country road no more fast lanes get me a country road (background singers start at the) ( same time as lead sings line above) no more fast lanes get on a country road (fade out) get out of the fast lane get on a country road get out of the fast lane

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