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SNOT lyrics - Get Some

The Box

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Yesterday When I was just a boy In times of youthful hero worship My kind have been molded by images on the screen Brought up to emulate the big Guns Just another guest on death's best show The influence cuts deeper than mom knows Electric waves The demon's fly Now could we just be Bred to kill or DIE There must be something else The blame I place on myself Behind the tired eyes The tears go uncried In the Box Doin' time In the Box Just like doin' time In the Box Doin' time In the Box Now that I'm grown Abandoned childhood toys But still what danger Have I retained To grab the brass ring To go in for the kill And covet the good you know 'dem got for MURDER It's just another guest on death's best show The influence cuts deeper than mom knows Electric waves The demon's fly Now could we just be Bred to kill or DIE There got to be something else The blame I place on myself Behind tired eyes The demon's stir The tears go uncried In the Box Doin' time In the Box Just like doin' time In the Box Doin' time In the Box Minds are locked down (out) Minds are locked down (out) Minds are locked down (out) Minds are locked down (out)

Somebody Else

SPARKLE "Told You So"
I been hearin' 'bout you, talking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you Reminiscing about all those things we used to do I'm still lovin', are you worrying on your feinin' for you Makin' every move I can to get back close to you I regrert that day I told you I don't need you 'round If I had one wish, I'd make the clock rewind You were so good to me But you probably can convince somebody else 1 - Bet you've been spendin' your time with (Somebody else, somebody else, somebody else) Probably been givin' good love to (Somebody else, somebody else, somebody else) Oh, I can't take you bein' with (Somebody else, somebody else, somebody else) Oh no, no (Spending all of your time) Spend time (With somebody else) My girls told me that they saw you last week at the mall Pullin' out in your poor Bently drop top, ready to ball You pulled over for a moment just to say hello And that trick that you was with said that you had to go Didn't ask how I was doin' didn't mention my name But I know deep down inside that you feel the same What was runnin' through my mind Boy you're spending time with somebody else Repeat 1 Hangin' all day, picnic in the park Oak street shoppin', fancy restaurants Givin' back rubs, takin' long flights Check in hotels, sexin' all night Hot bubble baths, sippin' champagne What he's doin' for another, I'm the one to blame You were so good to me Now you're doin' things with somebody else Repeat 1 Repeat 1

Lethal B Diss Wiley

Lethal Bizzle
Its lethal a bizzle Biggest boy on the flows And I got dam nigga tryin a copy my flows And I got dam nigga tryin a copy my clothes And I got dam nigga tryin a b like me (like me) Ok rite now you'll see Hears a chair im guna show you how you do it properly A nigga wanab jay z Ok im guna back you out like jay z Yo listen up yo Suck my mum ok I got phase But why say that when you're mums got aids See there she's cumin to her vary last days See her walkin down the road Bald patches in her braids in (her braids) No biggy jus one of those days (those days) Leathal b ya feel waist haze (waist haze) Im the one who wears all the oneaways (oneaways) Its the clause of the biggs you pase Yo every single verse is a one line fell Woolly kat your losin it I fink its time to let it go No more ideas so you wana take my flow No more ideas put your album on the radio Yo this is my flow and I mastered the flow Everybody no le for tha g for the flow Everybody no im the big man on the road rite now Sco boos wife in the hole but Wooly kat ma chase knifes in your mouth Tell ure girl im ready when she wants to cumin down south This time guna go back to her house This time guna bust worse in her mouth This time guna an I mite give her sum go This time guna get a Bombay roll OK rite now get a Bombay roll Then I took off her top like were ya tits go Wat you doin ya girls got no breast man Wat you doin sort out the little a cup Wat you doin no bum don't even serve no little screwin Face fuckt up like mike blaw Wat you doin Woolly kat Wat you doin R kelly Wat you doin Mighty mo Wat you doin Garry glitta Wat you doin Tiger Wat you doin Gun man Wat you doin So get it Wat you doin Wat you doin And no don't wana take dis to the road Cause wen you see me blud your off on your toes Pup pup run run every body knowz Tiger no I will tiger your nose But let me know wen you wana take it to the road and I know that ne time I see you on the road and I know ne time I

Taste

INSANE CLOWN POSSE "Carnival Of Carnage"
featuring Esham Intro: Violent J The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For the horror of death, that is part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we kill the governments children And the streets smell of death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings Verse one: ViolentJ Heard whats going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and killed a girl Just ta warm u, just to get it on Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho now they coming with me That's straight when we team up cause I believe every throat deserves a good cut Look in my brain its fucking insane roll around naked in the acid rain Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka Now we killing you instead of killing each other Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out My list are strong its only a saw The government fronts like they dont know what is going on Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands Cut ya down cat, cut ya down Cause i know the rich go jogging And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the nogging About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes But ya keep the killer in one place, But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope} (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks} (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower} {Finally catch ya on the block, take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye} (Who ya fucking wit governer E? Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree) {Then swing ya by ya foot} {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk bitch} (Stroll to the banquet party) {Drank all they brew} (Then shot everybody) (They set it up wrong, created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) Verse three: Jump Steady In Detroit doing time, time being done Without not another solution Without nothing but wicked men How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools for this Cause im drawn by the vision and close my hand into a fist Raised in the crime with nothing to eat So my natural instincts to kill in the street Im going to war and i sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it far) Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know who you are Seems they dont even know about the inner city crime war Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the fuck for Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon And save a human life or two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe) I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage What ya gonna do if i show up at your place Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste Verse four: Capitol E / Esham Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young child scream Everyday thang, thank it to ya Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know ya Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show ya Catch ya at point blank range ya getting jacked (come up wit it bitch) Now ya dont know how to act But that's the life and the experience of a mother Happends everyday, one another the other But the suburb living is high class With a high class leather city trade with ya ass And show ya the rough times Hungry homeless people commiting crime after crime And bitches working the pike for dough Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow And i hear ya making fun of that... ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats It's time for you to crack some necks And if they dont know now, show them what to expect Cause it dont matter the race or the place Capitol E giving the inner city Taste Interlude: Violent J Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood Verse five: Esham Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black devil comming straight from the D Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german And looking for the governer to kill him and i think i can Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya The black devil, that devil ya dont know Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe Hey man do you know my name? (Esham) Im down with notics, nuts on train So give me mine cause it aint about black or white It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night I burn a cross in ya fucking face Now homicide's got a new case So give me a taste

Night Of The Living Rednecks

DEAD KENNEDYS "Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death"
Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything. We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show. Who wants to be Dinah Shore Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn. Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time. I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland. The night before we played at the Long Goodbye. I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night. A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night. And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid, right. Well, they drove up to me and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, 'Hey, faggot,' and showered me with some water. So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock. Now, I waited, walked down about a block to where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside, and sure enough they drove around again. They said, 'Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's' I said, 'I don't know' and they squirted me again. So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car. They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store, who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer, and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling, 'We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, you motherfucker.' So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth, beating on it with their club, yelling, 'We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot.' I just looked at them. So, there was a crowd gathering by this time and these kids were standing nearby and they said, 'Oh, look at him, he's insane.' I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out. I yelled at them, 'Take me to a mental hospital right away. I wanna be be put away. Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away. Please put me away now.' They said, 'Alright, faggot, we're calling the police.' So they called the police. The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks. He opens up the door, 'Get out of there, you,' throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back. Then he goes over to the jocks, 'Now what happened here It looks like we're going have to take him to jail but we got to have the full story first' So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah, ace in the hole, and they go, 'Well, goddammit, the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right, so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him. I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit. Let me kill him.' So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home, and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence. And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh Tolerent Oregon Ray, are you done with your guitar yet He isn't done yet. So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of stories. That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose.

Let This Go

EVE "Eve-Olution"
[Chorus] You and me should just let this go We never did take the time, to try to hold on I'm thinkin' that you and me, should just let this go We never did take the time, to try to hold on I'm sick of that Yea it's hard. Breakin' up ain't never easy. Believe me But fuck that. I wasn't gettin' treated like I needs be But trust. I was controllin' all the things around me But shit. I always been this chick ever since you found me I tried and I tried. Cried and I cried Down for you nigga wit' lie after lie, after lie Got sick of tradin' games wit' you Started bein' jealous of me like dames would do I'm like dawg check ya balls. Mad 'cause I receive applause Men in my life was against the law Startin' fights in public just so you could piss me off I swear. If I was a dude it'd be fist to jaw Always mad at my mouth 'cause I cursed you out Missin' hard. Know you feelin' what these verses 'bout Doin dumb shit. Breakin' things. Hidin' my phone I'm outta 'dis here. Pimp jus' leave me alone [Chorus] Ya love girls, girls. Yea but you lost the best I had to get away. I'm past the stress Mama told me baby girl never settle for less Learn the hard way. Hard days. I'm ready for next A bunch of leavin'. I don't need Eve's shit. I'm doin' me Soon as pack you sippin'. With the booze. You and me Reminiscin' 'bout the way you was pursuin' me Actin' like your period on screamin' you doin' me Well bye dawg. Have a nice life I'm fine dawg Don't try to track me down or call 'cause that line off Hope you feelin' bad without me. See if you can laugh without me Cry what tears I'm happy I'm free Still ridin' past the spots that you know I go Procrastinatin' wit' yo niggas hopin' that I show Never know what you have 'till it's gone (huh) Wonder what she doin' Best believe she doin' her (come on) [Chorus] Funny how it happens when you fall in love When you find out that the one you wit ain't who you want Then you move out 'till you find yourself anotha love But your ex gone always hate 'cause he can't hit you off You don't hear me though Claim you wanna please me. Yet you vex me Can't front. Be thinkin' 'bout the way you used to sex me God damn. Days short. Nights was long And I was mad when I started spendin' nights alone But I'm better off by myself lookin' for somethin' else Sendin' me shit you can't pronounce. I don't want nuthin' else Wanted to love you until the end of my time But fuck it. I'm done wit' you at the end of this line (uh-huh) [Chorus]

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