JACKYL lyrics - Relentless

I'm On Fire

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Chorus) You want it heavy Well now God Damn I wiegh a ton You know that I am A ton of fun You know you want a piece of me A piece of me - a piece of my Home is on the road I like to roll then I take it Home where the clay is red like my neck down in Dixie Well I'm a talkin' to you now hey hey My pockets are lined they are full of pay day With every move I make you know the South is risin' Say you want it heavy now Hell Yea! Hell Yea! (Chorus) A piece of my freedom First taste of freedom gets you high Then you crave more freedom I got more attitude than your money can buy Now I'm talkin' to you now hey hey Are you ready to rumble I'm a may-lay Fuck all the rules I never call before I dig When I come around my friends say Hey Big (Chorus) I don't give a damn about your haircut I don't give a damn about your in thang I walk a mile in my own pair of boots Do you think I give a God Damn what you think Hell No (Repeat Chorus)

Big Gun

AC/DC
Riot on the radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shootout on the silver screen Sticking 'em up and knocking 'em down Living out a fantasy There's a bad man cruising around In a big black limousine Don't let it be wrong Don't let it be right Get in his way You're dead in his sights CHORUS: Big gun Big gun number one Big gun Big gun kick the hell out of you Terminators, Uzi makers Shootin' up Hollywood Snakes alive with a .45 Setting off and doing no good If you ain't wise they'll cannibalise Tear flesh off you Classified lady killers Prayin' in the human zoo They saddle you up And take you to town Better look out When he come around CHORUS (Show down) Big gun, got a hot one Big gun, got a number one Big gun, loaded and cocked Big gun, hot hot hot Got big gun, ready or not Big gun, give it, give it a shot Terminator, Uzi makers Regulators, gonna get you later Big gun kick the hell out of you

Damn The Whiskey

Brad Martin
Damn The Whiskey (Brad Martin/A. Wilson/M. Powell) There must be a demon in that bottle It's been stealing my money all night long I'm down to a dollar on my paycheck But it's all been going to a worthy cause Damn the whiskey For making me feel so good To hell with the honky tonks for doing what they should It's the price you pay, but that's ok Helps a working man get by Come Monday there'll be 40 hours waiting I'll bust my back right over the hump somehow By the time the eagle flies on Friday I'll be setting myself up for another round Damn the whiskey For making me feel so good To hell with the honky tonks for doing what they should It's the price you pay, but that's ok Helps a working man get by That cocktail baby, she just caught me looking a second time One more shot and I'll be looking for a way to make her mine Damn the whiskey To hell with the honky tonks Damn the whiskey For making me feel so good To hell with the honky tonks for doing what they should It's the price you pay, but that's ok Helps a working man get by

Boys From Oklahoma

CROSS CANADIAN RAGWEED "Live Loud At Billy Bob's Texas"
Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong They're too damn skinny or way too long I ain't no holy roller so I just use a bong Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong Them boys down in Texas got some damn fine weed They smuggle across the Rio, they use the Mexican breed That's expointin' cheap labor, but hell that's Texican's creed Them boys down in Texas got some damn fine weed Them boys in Arkansas they got some damn fine pot That's a direct result of all them good seeds they got Haulin' water up a hill's a chore, but man I tell you what Them boys from Arkansas they got some damn fine pot (Chorus) Them boys up in Kansas, hell all they got is a bunch of schwag And they'll try to screw you for fifty bucks a quarter bag I got some in my guitar case and I'm not the type to brag But it's a damn sight better than that Kansanian schwag Them boys in Louisiana got trouble growin' their weed Them alligators is mean, and they eat up all the seeds But on a bayou night by the light of a full moon You can walk out and pick you a sack full of 'shrooms (Chorus)

Dime Piece

Big Moe "Purple World [Clean]"
(Chorus - 2x) Dime piece, that's what she is Sexy sexy, sexy sexy [Big Moe] Fell up in the club nigga see this cutie pie See what's going down on a Friday night I was on a drink so a nigga feeling fine She was over there giving up the freaky eye Stepped to her, with the drink in my hand Do you have a man, or do you have a girlfriend You never know, you might be creeping So what you think little mama you and I I know you heard this once too many times So what you sipping on, little Chardiney Can I but you another drink if it's okay (every little city I go) everybody know my name Big Moe (you looking good head to toe) You a dime piece baby fa sho (Chorus - 2x) [Big Moe] Fell up in the club once again the next night (What you was blowing Moe-Yo man) Tripping on the X or jar so tight I wish that I would of hit the light (bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling) She was the finest broad in the club that night (she was like music) [Tyte Eyez] Baby you must be from Tennessee Cause you the only ten, that I see A straight up, dime piece from your head to your feet A nigga can't help or put you in the diamonds on me We at the bar buying drinks I'm really digging your style Small waist, bow legged straight white pearly smile It'll only be a while 'fore I'm getting your digits Best believe everytime you see me, a dime with me c'mon (Chorus - 2x) [Isis Re] Even though you checking me I've been checking you too So don't cross the law, you a dime fa sho Baby, you so fine, so fine, so fine [Big Moe] Baby you a dime, a dime, a dime (sexy, sexy) (Chorus) Dime piece, that's what she is [Isis Re] Don't cross the law, you a dime fa sho (Chorus) Dime piece, that's what she is [Isis Re] Even though you checking me I've been checking you too So don't cross the law You a dime fa sho, Big Moe

Hell's Ditch

THE POGUES "Hell's Ditch"
(Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer) Life's a bitch, then you die Black Hell Hell's ditch - naked howling freedom The killer's hands are bound with chains At six o'clock it starts to rain He'll never see the dawn again Our lady of the flowers Genet's feeling Ramon's dick The guy in the bunk above gets sick In the cell next door the lunatic Starts screaming for his mother Black dildo, black hell, As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel A mugshot I remember well Little man how you have suffered I could hear the screams from up above If it ain't a fist it isn't love As for our lady she kneels down Her neck is bent, the blade comes down Doing! There goes the breakfast bell Back from heaven, back to hell Naked howling freedom - Hell's Ditch

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