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Sinn lyrics - The 666 X Murder Project

Kill Your Idols

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We don’ t need no kings Cross the line of your ordinary Bleed your ignorance And tear your certitudes Living blind in the light of illusion Can’ t you guess the color of the lie Kill your idols Violence is the way to use Kill your idols Don’ t need no kings Smile to a world creeping on the traces of the old The wheel of time is rolling fast Time brings the end The flame of the forgotten ones Is burning in your mind Can’ t you hear them ? Kill Kill your idols Violence is the way to use Kill your idols Don’ t need no kings

Breathe It Out

3RD STRIKE "Lost Angel"
We gotta stop it cuz we cant feed this disease too many dead and too many living on their knees heavenly father make us stronger help us live in pease kill this fucking sickness i need to feel my soul release we done our time yeah we felt the pain that life can give everyday steady dying lord but still we live so confused abused and still insanity seems the only way that i can feel humanity breath it out or we sink so far down so far down fool you kill your brother and you think that makes you a man try to tell his mother why she'll never see her son again fucking coward go hid behind your false pride street talking facade helps you justify this genocide that's the card you deal to hide the pain you feel claimin' homey love but i'm telling you it isn't real no ones got your back when its time for you to go cuz when you leave this world you'll be going out alone [chorus] so try to understand we've got to save ourselves cuz our fate lies in our hands it's you and no one else [chorus] we gotta breathe it out we gotta save ourselfes cry out kill the violence cryout chant the freedom we gotta breathe it out we gotta save ourselves cry out kill the violence cry out chant the freedom

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.

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

We Go To Eleven

A Static Lullaby "And Don't Forget to Breathe"
in storybooks children become leaders innocence leads our young to fall victim to (we're not your slaves) the disadvantages our parents have brought before them. grow up fast and lose sight of becoming and infuence. (and i'll never sleep, i'll never sleep again) they stole our innocence they stole our foundation. broken by production, released at ten. before you kill your idols kiss them good night. after birth the hand that feeds may bleed. transformers for abuse. (we're not your slaves) legos build the outcome whether its mental or physical before you kill your idols kiss them good night! (and i'll never sleep, i'll never sleep again) mother i'll bleed for you as father bled for me. mother i'll bleed for you as father bled for me. before you kill your idols kiss them good night. before you kill your idols kiss them good night. ...2,3,4.. before you kill your idols kiss them good night.

Time To Kill

ALICE COOPER "Raise Your Fist And Yell"
Well, I was born on a dead end street I'm cold blooded but I always felt the heat. All my friend are dead and gone If there's a hell, I'm one step closer to it Somewhere I crossed the line Somewhere I'm lost in time I lost my soul and now I'm losing my min Time to kill I've had enough of all your lies I've only got time to kill I've seen the fire in my eyes I've only got time to kill I spend my days counting bricks on the wall And every night I hear those sirens call I sink deeper into a convict's sleep And dream about the day I'm gonna hit the streets One time I cursed the man He laughed and broke my hand I'm gonna take that fist and make him understand I'll make him understand I've had enough of long goodbyes I've only got time to kill I feel the fire in my eyes I've only got time to kill Y'know I always thought there was time enough To win the game But now I know times are rough The seasons changed, times are strange Somewhere I crossed the line Somewhere I'm lost in time I lost my soul and now I'm losing my mind Time to kill I've had enough of all your lies I've only got time to kill I've seen the fire in my eyes I've only got time to kill I've had enough of long goodbyes I've only got time to kill I feel the fire in my eyes I've only got time to kill

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