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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Worn Copy

Bloody! (Bagonia's)

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Bloody bagonias, ooh! Bloody-bloody-bloody bagonias (Purple bloody) I'm satanic! (Message in it) Subliminal messages (Wooly bully, oh-oh) This thing has no right to commit suicide! Hey! Go kill somebody, oh and another [?] (Need love to feel, feel) Go kill somebody! Commit suicide, die, all over Die! Bloody commit (bloody, bloody, bloody bloody bloody) Bloody, bloody, subliminal messages Do what I say! (I got a lot to do, I got a lot to do Tonight at home) Life, die! Pah! Pah! PAH! Ouch.. Hurt your wrist, bloody, bloody wrists Have a Bloody Mary, bloody

Thoughts Of Suicide

ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) "Mudface"
Hey man you alright? No I seen how your ol girl was coming down on you Yeah What happened? Your pops found out you lost that job and shit mmm-hmmm Well don’t worry homey, man parent be like that sometimes, it’s like they mad at you because they get old. Just don’t go all crazy on me, talking about you going to kill yourself again, alright Yes, in my mind I want to do it but when I pursue it I can’t seem to go through it So I’m going to write a song just so you can feel everything I feel when I’m in the mood to kill myself I can’t control it, these thoughts of suicide, I’m always dealing with And I know I’m not alone when it comes to this, cause everyday it’s like the whole world pissed So fuck your attitude and keep your bad mood cause I got one too And I don’t give a shit who you rolling with bring your whole damn crew We’ll call it suicide when you messin with a killa someone’s bound to die And it won’t be me cause only one’s claimin my life is g-o-d [Chorus x2] You ever thought of suicide, you ever thought of suicide, you ever thought of suicide Glad you didn’t do it, if you did you wouldn’t be here now Are you easily influenced, Does your parents always say that your friends are the reason that you ruint Do you have hate for your boss, to where you wanna catch him alone and pop one off Or is it mental health, where the only problem that you have is with yourself Can someone please explain why it feels so good to cause so much pain With all these thoughts we have, yep it’s easy to say to just relax But when you that fed up, only thing in your mind is how deep to cut Because you hate your life and you really don’t care And things would be better if you just weren’t here So now you ready to go end it all, Instead of thinking of the ones you won’t see tomorrow [Chorus x2] [Strict 9] It’s nothing nice, got the thoughts steadily running through my head I close my eyes and try to picture if I’m better off dead It sucks to me, the one and only as I sit here by my lonely Separated from the world cause the world is so phony Hear my cries, tell me why when you do it tell them lies You wear a disguise I can see it in your motherfuckin eyes It’s suicide, last ride if you wanna get inside Shotgun it’s your boy and I’m ready to die [ABK] Do people that commit suicide go to heaven? I’m sure everyone has their own theories But I’m a firm believer that if you take you own life Your soul is trapped [Chorus x2]

I Will Not Lose

JARREN BENTON
It's my time, and I ain't losin' Feet glued to the earth and I ain't movin' Fucking monster The game's mutant Pray for death to rappers making lame music I'm sitting in flames I'm fixing to rain I'm sick in the brain I'm sick of this pain I'm slittin my vein This prick is deranged I'm stickin my lane, just grippin that grain I feel like I'm losing a step in the game [?] [?] Feel like I am to blame Feeling so high as a plane Pimping, I'm out of your range Target inside of your aim They're saying that Jarren is strange This energy can't be contained Something I cannot explain Maybe I'm just insane Haters... to my name Rappers, I'm leaving them slain Beat em and kill em and pick up their flesh right up out of my veins Feel like I've paid up my dues Thinking I fit in my shoes Waiting to kill [?] I will not lose

Just Like Me

JAY ROCK "Follow Me Home"
How cool is gang banging? It's love when you and your homies hanging huh? Your uncles head did it so it's a chain reaction Relate to your homies because them two are bastards Feel that your hood colour look good in Jordans Striking your name on the wall to feel important Banging on niggaz hoping they push a line Say the wrong street corner it's go time But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon' turn into a bullet If the index finger pull it cameras coming for the footage Channel 9, Channel 11, Aiming Nines, Mack 11 Another baby for the reverend Of the casks take action In a matter of a second nothing matters when you reppin for your turf Hold it down, have heart - Put in work That's the moral of the story when you're worried and you're wicked And your ments will never get it It's a sickness when you kill your own kind [Chorus:] Different names different sides But I could see it in your eyes That you're (just like me) and I'm (just like you) Your (just like me) n I'm (I'm just like you) It's up to you to decide How your gonna change your life Your (just like me) n I'm (just like you) Your (just like me) n I'm (just like you) How cool is selling drugs? It's love when you and yours is making bucks huh? Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction Risking somebody's house just to get it cracking Now everybody see you as a D-Boy You shinning bright now It was hard to be a decoy Serving them junkies to get some quick cash To give to your mama because she doing bad Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something If you don't look out for nothin Knock, knock, knock the feds are coming You ain't even really thinking Cause your mind is on the money Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody. But your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit So you serve him 30 minutes He O.D. off the shit That's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're wicked But your mind will never get it It's a sickness when you kill your own kind [Chorus] You ever throw your life away? On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face Or perhaps living in the fast lane Selling drugs poisoning peoples brains It's just a thought but don't stress it man Just know somebody's mama out there sufferin' Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet Feel victim from all this gang shooting Mmm mmm Man these niggaz out here walling All the hooping and the hallan Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents Yet your mom never promised my nigga I'm being honest Better wake up fast Last of a dying breed All I do is press facts, jack Look, the moral of the story Souring hearts will never feel it Plus their minded is really twisted It's a sickness when you kill your own kind [Chorus]

Premeditated Murder

J. COLE "Friday Night Lights"
[Verse 1:] Am I changing right before your eyes? Becoming someone you don't recognize As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the Fly I'm touchin' skies, no puffin' lie Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit Gon' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip From a Civic to a Chevy must've died and went to heaven Like a passenger on 9/11 - please go find a reverend You see I promise that I'd never change But that was way before I made the dough and met the game Say hello to Miss Thang, I forgot yo name, she yellow And even white women want a nigga - Othello I'm ballin' with nuggets, like fuck it I'm Carmello Now the crib got much room -Portobello She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow I sit yo ass down like you was playin' a cello See, you niggas hated and I levitated further Knew I would kill the game, premeditated murder So if it comes down, may the best man win No sweat like a head band [Chorus:] Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No it can't get no better for me Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No it can't get no better for me [Verse 2:] I'm a kill the game and invite witnesses No death penalty, I'm givin' out life sentences Like keep grindin' boy, your life can change in one year And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere Yeah, look here I pay dues My own worst enemy so fuck it either way I can't lose 808's so my south niggas feel me Light-skinned so the house niggas feel me She catch me creepin' out your house she'll kill me Is it worth it what's under that blouse? My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if I split with my girl If I could gift-wrap the globe, I would give you the world But, do you love me like you used to? Even though I ain't that nigga that you're used to Remember back when I was broke, you would fix me Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal And now I pay for everything, how you feel? Mixed feelings 'cause now all the chicks feelin' him You gotta adapt though never goin' back [Chorus:] Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No it can't get no better for me Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No it can't get no better for me I can't keep running away I can't keep running away I swear I'm coming back today But if I'm wrong And I ain't got what it takes Then all dem people that was counting on me Boy won't you climb down the mountain for me

My World (Nas Salute)

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
They threw rose pedals at the feet of the christ when I entered the center Motherfucker I'm cold as the winter My waves were spinnin like blades on pirellis The christian dior shades was drivin them silly It's big willy I came through with them cats from philly Lakers vs heat floor seats you know the dealy Either you love the kid or wanna kill me I'm back at em On fire like cracked atoms They over the hill like wyclef and proswell I'm over the hills like UFOs at roswell You lame I know you guys well If you can name an mc that's flamer than me you high as hell You can't dance with the chancellor One glancell have you caught up in a trance with a tarantula And if they could then you probably would They come close but it's no cigar welcome to my world You arms to short to box with the center of the prophets Aviator shades the stage is a cockpit Leather pelle Lounging at the sofa telle Sippin sam pelegrino eatin ghirardellis I recline and chill twinklin the rag to shine my grill That's that third ward appeal (bitch) Get at me Me and my chick is like JFK and jackie They can't wait to catch me in dallas top down the grassy knoll and clap me Kidnap my body And fuck up the autopsy But I'm nice like christ you blink twice you hit I'm chillin in college park eatin salmon and grits It's the black ceaser Jesus Hes just, the lyrical monster Boogie man outta the dumpster Black pharoah Jay bowie spittin phat arrows Keep your eye on the sparrow and the fly apparel You ain't ready for war hide your barrel Stay in your lane man chance forf3 surviving is narrow Welcome to my world Deep in the jungle bustin Nickle sacks of cracks from G Packs for stacks niggas on the humble hustlin See that game That's the one they call survival man they poppin at five-oh They lowlife pigs who get it how they live They daddys in them court houses givin out bids Choppin niggas on blocks and leavin wickedness Man they broidered the land then they small poxed the witnesses Rapin babies usin ladies as they mistresses Causing choas and disorder That's why the glock on hold The block on swole I built this city on rock and roll Now I'm banging on Rumsfeld and bells ringing Him and Dickll be in hell singing Woe to the hippocrits and infidels screamin niggas can't handle The wrath of the son of man black pan de ma-yo Yeah the flows that scandal... ous I crush any mc who feel the must Try me, the smallest flea on the dog won't get by me if I was you id be Scared to death, hit a nigga up, leave him right there in his mess This penicillin I'm spillin leave hair on your chest you feel me You can't beat me kill me I'll be back in three days disguised in the garden with my kicks filthy Told you I was nice like christ the rap angels throw down ice I shine like jewerly in light I can make a true believer out of curious dike Shell be saying wearin heat jabs singing hum through de lair I'll be slinging dice hummin songs on the ave Theyll be sayin man He goin off the path, (uh) But that's on the low tho Beatin cats with no glow Tryin to play me like a hoe But this ain't books and poems or tic tac toe This planets moons quasars and high tech radars You niggas on the grid while jay man stay gone of the radar (AWOL)

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