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Dead World lyrics

Kill

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Cathode ray messiah, window to the soul, Eradicate all rational thought, let's kill and hit the road. Severed head empty heart, feet swing with the wind. Torch the church and shoot the priest, we are walking sin. Cold Hate... Murder without reason, dispense with moral rules. Break the chain that bind you, spill the blood of truth. Rusty scalped amputation, no anesthetic at hand. Warped guise of modern culture, it's all part of the plan, Cold Hate... Altered plane of my conception, one link upon the chain. Dissent the establishment, take pride in the absurd. Cold Hate... I don't need your pity, despise your trust. Head full of anger, heart full of hate, twisted sadistic lust. Lay the blade upon my back, smother it with lies. Beat me senseless, Beat me senseless, joy to hear my cries. Cold Heat...

Envy Me (Remix)

Young Brikkz "Greatest Hits 2005"
(50 Cent) yeah, lets take em' back, uh-huh comin up i was confused, my momma kissin a girl confusion occurs comin up in a cold world daddy aint around prolly out committin' felonies my favorite rapper use to sing check check out my melody i wanna live good so should i sell dope for a four finger ring and one of them gold ropes nana told me if i passed id get a sheepskin coat if i could move a few packs id get the hat now that would be dope tossed and turned in my sleep last night, woke up the next mornin' niggas had stole my bike diferent day same shit aint nothin good in the hood i run away from this bitch and never come back if i could (50 Cent & Game) hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me g-g-g-g-g- G-Unit (Game) on the grill of my lowrider guns on both sides right above da gold wires i'll 4-5 em kill a nigga on my song, and really do it thats the true meaning of a ghost writer 10 g's will take your daughter outta air-force's believe in me homey i know all about losses im from compton, wear the wrong colors be cautious one phone call will have your body dumped in moss i stay strapped like car seats been bangin since my lil nigga rob got killed for his barkleys thats ten years i told pooh in '95 i'll kill you if you try me for my air max 95's told banks when i met him imma ride and if i gotta die rather homicide i aint have 50 cent when my grandmomma died now im going back to cali with my jacob on see how time flys (50 Cent & Game) hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me (50 Cent) from the beginnin' to the end losers lose winners win this is real we aint gotta pretend the cold world that we in its full of pressure and pain enough of me nigga now listen to game (Game) used to see 5-0 throw the crack by da bench now im fuckin with 5-0 its all startin to make sense my moms happy she aint gotta pay the rent and she got a red bow on that brand new benz waitin on sha money to land sittin' in the range thinkin how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes when there's kids starvin' pac is gone and brenda still throwin babies in the garbage i wanna know whats goin on like i hear marvin no school books to use that wood to build coffins whenever im in da booth and i get exhausted i think what if marie banka got that abortion (i love you ma) (Young Brikkz) Like it or love it, i spit it just how i live it, when they say they dont like me i think nothin of it and spit it, girlies and money i get it, my paper is stackin' up and putin holes in my pocket, now a nigga is ready she got me hard as a rocket, you can't stop it, so you might as well go cop it,50 sent me to put you bitch niggaz in the mosh pit, so whe we clap that's when you clap, cuz if you don't a niggaz putin shells in ya kneecap, truth is its useless yall can't hold G-unit, so yall might as well suck our dicks (bitch) (50 Cent & Game) hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me hate it or love it, the underdogs on top and im gon' shine homie until my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me

Not Of My Kind

Luxt "Disrepair"
Aching for fact, still as blind as a bat. How did it come to this and which way is back? Filled up with riddles of the shallowest kind. Brought down and violated (they're) after a piece of my mind. Blue blood inside, turns to red as it dies. The air we breathe is out make sure we're cold and dried. Killing our damn selves and cutting the cord. This type of damage, only a few can afford. Full eyes, overloading with light. Stretching lungs nearly splitting so full of night. Pure skin slithering to my lips, this jawbone changing form, dark as it drips. Silence roaring in the blinding of black. Contorting limbs are mutating with every crack. The demon builds till the edges are filled. Turning back is not an option in this womb of midnight drilled Killing time till the six foot slab drops down. Wasting mind on the pleasures that really aren't. I'd be fine if I only had it all everything, affluence wall to wall. A dripping sexuality on ice. A closet full of guns and whores and life A needle to encapsulate my heart and cold machines to tear this place apart. I don't want to touch you. I've got nothing for you. I am nothing of you. Yes, I must say I'm above you.

The Trauma Coil

Faith And The Muse
Another night down on the catherine wheel Drawn into a corner A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head I court a sure, sudden death But give no quarter A paper soul tears the heart from the mind Searing is the morning, a tenement of lights Lost inside the attic On the floor again with a head full of rain Wander with the shadows of shelter and smiles Bleeding in a stairwell Fever-staggered steps and a mouth so dry Three liquid words collapse Blind and chasing sirens Five years of night time and a heart made of tin Allow your sympathies the length of a table I recognize no brother Lash out at their smiles and walk in through their eyes As my knowledge, does the knowing Split my being from past days In decision, in departing In the severance of old ways With precision, in my silence I perceive the bitter still Imposition, these young calling Withered kisses, or the kill? Together we stand We stand so still Indifference, hollow laughter Bathes the walls of this lost home So futile, all attempts Affectations, long to roam Ever spinning, vile actress Answered blindly to the call The price, child yet again we sit And watch our private rome fall I am not well No, not well at all

Sugarfoot

THE WALLFLOWERS "The Wallflowers"
Sugarfoot's got two hands Just as long as he can see, One hand in the birdfeed And a hand in the apple tree. He stands in line, just a little behind A yellow moon that hangs, he's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links Of his own chain gang. You oughta see this home that he own, It's like a box of jewelry, He's got his own church bell And his bed it lays in a gallery. And all the colors they shine like flames Coming in through the window pane, They end up getting checked over twice For the reds of someone's veins. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart. He stands alone on the top of his home Where all the blue birds flown, Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries As he moans through a saxophone. He reaches high with his hands in the sky And puts his fingers right into the storm Always one to stand under the moon And blow on his own horn. And anyone with anything has already begun to think That somebody down there knows Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt And buried someone's rainbow. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart. Well, I know you ain't my enemy, The only one's inside of me, He's killing me getting free. I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick And fix me up on a stick. An' all I've ever got to be Is everything I wanna be And Sugarfoot disagrees, He still stands tall underneath that apple tree Man, he's still watching me. His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down Like the birds and the fireflies. They shoot arrows up into the skies And they burn all the feathers dry. Well, he only wants to fill his belly up With rocks till it hurts, then he stops. Well, he don't know what to do with love If it don't fill his belly to the top. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart.

3 Verses

EMINEM "The Eminem Show"
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer () And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood As a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse And aint shit changed But kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now It's only fair to warn I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board That smashed into your Honda Accord With a 4 door Ford But a more toward () droppin an accapella The choppa () fella The mozarella Worse than a hellacopta propella Got you locked in the cella With your skeleton showing Developing anorexia While I'm standin next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins Feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full of drugs Pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance And driven To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement It's a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream 'I'M STILL ALIVE!' Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I'm a liar to start shit () Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas () We blowin up your house killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack () today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

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