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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Truly, I say truly
Truly, Truly Well if Jesus is your Lord Then Praise your God And if Islams's your Thing- Allah U Akbar And If you represent the 6 pointed star Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom I put grooves in the mix I make moves like the Knicks I'll take ya strait up the lane And block you out the frame Then I freez it Believes it You needs it like heroin Before you git your fight on Kid, get your stare on Here come the Don Dada Makin' ghettos red hotter I drop the boom bada Like Jake LaMatta I can single you out And isolate you like Mano I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano I hit you right below the belt Now you singin' Saprano Talk what ya talk Still you dont know what I know Chorus Some fiend for ass Some fiend for cash Some do the knowledge Some do the math Some stick to the road Some stray from the path Some do the knowlege Some do the math Now East Coast- West Coast Wonderin' what's the beef It's goin down rough Like swallowin teeth I say word to Thin Lizzy kid, I get busy And I'll knock all of ya'll Off this wonder wall Cause on a daily basis I rock like Oasis Quick to be your style From a Fetus to a child I kill 14 billion cells Puffin L's Stompin devils on all 9 levels of hell check the transmission Hear the transition Observe the technition In fly night vision you high-light reels I lace my drug deals As you skim and check feels Off chics in high heels It's all bright and sunny When your holdin big money My Sonics got youth As my mud got honey I can be the king of grunge If I blow my spunge away there's a little black spot on the sun today Which I dont care if my souls are dead so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
(Uh)
Chorus Word is Bond Pop pop pop pop Grab your chest Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole (x4) I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it And pretty soon you're open Butt naked So your ass starts to rob and steel Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal And now I'm rhymin wit Diamond D With some brand new shit for the year of '93 I got a loop on my crate And I'm duckin The way I'm rhymin on the break Till the brothers, fuck it Ya know I got the funky sound Ya still up un the air Cause last year I said jump around I'm rollin thick So I know you see me I got mad little white kids, Wishin' they could be me So dont step up Cause I'm a come out blastin' You just a quickie Punk, I'm Everlastin Chorus Now let me hear my man( my man, my man, my man) Yo It's Diamond D The psycotic, narrotic Pizza idiotic Smoke 'em Boom thats exotic With my man Everlastin' Brotha's be askin me For the Fee Kid, my name aint Sebastion Give 'em my mom's demo tapes Foam'n at the mouth Dreamin of makin papes I know your thirsty Lord have mercy I got ten acts And ya want to be the first, G Come on, dad Let me breathe yeah Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates Have dough in the pocket And sleep way past 8 I know the feelin Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin But your shit aint appealin So make haste I'll stick it to a like paste Dont sleep I got the 9 on my waist Chorus I lick shots for the Soul Assasins I lick shots fot the Diamond D I lick shots for the Everlastin And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c Yo I'm more respected My neck's protected So dont get started Just disregard it Cause I'm retarted With an agrial stubin When I see a bootleg I take my record and dupe it Scoop it Just like a news reporter I'm causin disorder Because I'm sorta' Sick of loosin money When I work so hard so if I catch ya bootleggin I'm a pull your card Chorus |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Oh no, guess who's back
Trapped with the flow like a gatlin blow Walk with the Limp is the pirate pimp On a nightmare track when the smackdown go Stop with the psycho, vibrate, hybrid Ninnies get plucked from your eye lid Get that? Y'all better come quick, better come fast I'mma drop a match in ya gas BOOM Every hit don't lie Pitch you a fit when your shit don't fly Eat you alive, got that punk? Spit this fire to the Bizkit funk Uno, dos, tres in ya face Catch me a case when you run from the ghost, with a cut in the clip, one little slip The alligator grip gonna turn you to toast So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Round 2, stagger to your feet Homies in ya corner thought ya done with the sleep This one oughta do it, so step it on back Or you can see the stars when ya knocked out flat I'mma tell ya something, ya probably never knew Tangle with the lion you gon' end up in the zoo Check out all ya crew lookin in my cage It's feedin' time player I'mma eat you like a plague Times are gettin' tough but I ain't had enough This heavy metal beatin' on ya brain is gonna crush Oh what a rush, like a million women Sour on the crush with all of you lemons [wrong! The band changed this line in the final version of this song!] Maybe I'm explicit but man it's just The Bizkit Having me some fun with you dumb little tricklets You know who you are, you insecure gorillas The underdog Freddy D now became ya killa So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry oh yeah I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Oh no, guess who's back
Trapped with the flow like a gatlin blow Walk with the Limp is the pirate pimp On a nightmare track when the smackdown go Stop with the psycho, vibrate, hybrid Ninnies get plucked from your eye lid Get that? Y'all better come quick, better come fast I'mma drop a match in ya gas BOOM Every hit don't lie Pitch you a fit when your shit don't fly Eat you alive, got that punk? Spit this fire to the Bizkit funk Uno, dos, tres in ya face Catch me a case when you run from the ghost, with a cut in the clip, one little slip The alligator grip gonna turn you to toast So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Round 2, stagger to your feet Homies in ya corner thought ya done with the sleep This one oughta do it, so step it on back Or you can see the stars when ya knocked out flat I'mma tell ya something, ya probably never knew Tangle with the lion you gon' end up in the zoo Check out all ya crew lookin in my cage It's feedin' time player I'mma eat you like a plague Times are gettin' tough but I ain't had enough This heavy metal beatin' on ya brain is gonna crush Oh what a rush, like a million women Sour on the crush with all of you lemons [wrong! The band changed this line in the final version of this song!] Maybe I'm explicit but man it's just The Bizkit Having me some fun with you dumb little tricklets You know who you are, you insecure gorillas The underdog Freddy D now became ya killa So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry oh yeah I'mma rock it like some TNT blow it up like a G with a dollar bill three All ya G's all ya fleas c'mon please don't lie, fuck with me and you'll fry So why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry Why try, ya gonna die You're goin straight to the gate in the sky With all the hate I relate to the cry One more sucker MC gonna fry |
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from Real Steel (리얼 스틸) [ost] (2011)
카루니젤1
국제재무관리 기적 (Duet With 이소은) 김동률 기억의 습작 김동률 다시 사랑한다 말할까 김동률 곡 184 | 담기 4 | 추천 0 |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Down in a hole there are so many ways
To find yourself some light It's always the miracles Keep waiting all you like Ain't got no time to waste I know the end is near And if i run away I'll always end up here Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need I can't escape the tragedy That always brings me down If i could eliminate Those things that make me frown Take all the baggage That follows me around And just disintegrate Burn it to the ground Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Down in a hole there are so many ways
To find yourself some light It's always the miracles Keep waiting all you like Ain't got no time to waste I know the end is near And if i run away I'll always end up here Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need I can't escape the tragedy That always brings me down If i could eliminate Those things that make me frown Take all the baggage That follows me around And just disintegrate Burn it to the ground Walking away From the things i adore Telling the truth For once i'm sure It's always a sign When you feel yourself bleed I'm walking away From all i need |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
i stare into space
and hope we're not alone am i searching for something that's better than home i been working so hard stress is tremendous and pressure is endless no one on this planet like me to be friend's with i been working so hard i been working so hard i'm underneath the sun i'm underneath the gun i'm losing my mind and i know there's no remedy think i'm a failure who's livin' on memories i been working so hard loneliness can't be cured from no medicine look to the stars so they'll straighten my head out again i been working so hard i been working so hard i'm underneath the sun i'm underneath the gun (chorus) i'm a fool to think the blame goes away such a fool to take the blame and run away sometimes i beat up myself i block my own way i cloud all my thoughts please go away oh nevermind please i'm checkin' out now won't ever come back, now that my life doesn't exist yeah, you're right how does it feel to be right? knowing that i was wrong nothing is right when you're wrong yeah, you're right how does it feel to feel to be right? knowing that i was wrong nothing is right when you're wrong i'm underneath the sun i'm underneath the gun (chorus) |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Backstabber! Two-faced! Low life! It's time to step up to the plate!
1 2 1 2 what the fuck ya gonna do? You know I see right through you When you act like you don't know me You lie, you cheat. You steal, you lose wouldn't wanna be in your shoes Always lookin over your shoulder For the ones you stick You sick little prick It looks like your times runnin out Creepin up your back So whatchu all about? I'm too fuckin' good And fuckin' proud I'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown You're the kind of guy with two faces Just another life that's wasted Here's a little fact You do me like that End up in the back of my trunk in a sack You'd better keep your hands off What's mine or anybody else's When you're selfish Your wealth is All you crave from the cradle to the grave I'm too fuckin' good And fuckin' proud I'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown I got a little bitty question Just what the fuck are you thinkin? You think you're all that and then some Well you're not I think you're dum ditty dumb I take it back Those thoughts are kinda whack Don't really need that kind of karma on the track Maybe Freddy Krueger will step into your dream and Burn you like a demon and leave your ass screamin To be exact I wanted to react Mission of attack Your head was gettin cracked But you're a human bein That's lucky to be breathin And that's that that's that I don't trust anybody Cuz nobody trust me Never gonna trust anybody And that's the way its gonna be I'm too fuckin' good And fuckin' proud I'm gonna show you how Bad it hurts to be a clown |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin' On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin' On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin' The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin' Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz No one has it, just us that's it If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man You got no heart, here comes the good part I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down No fuckin' around Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me You shouldn't play, and by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya * (What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (2x) (Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?) Greetin's, salutations Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam Crack the bottle, rev the throttle Put the gear in, now you're stearin' Like Mario Antretti So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked Noise like a cricket Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy So just say no, but I say go Straight to hell, I kiss and tell So if you're a ho, all my friends know What you gotta say, let's hit the hay And have no delay, and yo, by the way Top o' the mornin' to ya *Repeat Extra extra, read all about it How could ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it! The House Of Pain soon will reign Over the hip hop scene and like golden green I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin' Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in' And how do I know that she's funk? I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony So never ever try to play me out like a phony Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya *Repeat |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
You can't sleep
you're restless and slightly obsessed with falling too deep and malfunction you're a virus who's intention is fucking up something You're a crater on the face of a problem much greater It's the violence or lack thereof control Body and soul digging a hole Is the blood stainless Enjoy the pain with accepting your grief Are you finished Dumb fucking question don't let yourself fall a sleep Ressurect the intention Once your vision is now mass produced Imagine the insults a blessing Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Just imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth The pendulum swinging hypnosis is taking control now you linger on a shadow of doubt Have you really figured what you're all about Don't trust your instincts Just open the chamber where you keep those darkest regrets All the things you've done wrong Rebellious at heart all along Is your leader a voice Somehow you replaced all your game with a debt Now the payback's a bitch Why owe your life to a bitch Absolutely pathetic and regret it when told you are made of mistakes Imagine the insults a blessing Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Now speak to your leader Now speak to your leader Your father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name deliver us from evil deliver us from evil Your father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name deliver us from evil deliver us from evil Our father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name deliver me from evil deliver me from evil Our father who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name deliver me from evil deliver me from evil Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth Imagine accepting the truth |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Don't label me a monster I'm a monster just like you Don't label me a victim Cause I'm a victim just like you I'm a victim just like you When your heart aches You can know that mine aches too And when you run away I run away like you I run away like you I do But you know theres a part of me that will always let you down And you know theres a part of me that will always make you cry And you know theres a part of me that just wont let you die Inside cause I surrender I surrender into you I do Keep surrendering to you I do I do I surrender just for you for yes |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
just live and let die
check check check comon if you could take a minute of your life a certain minute when you feel the lightning strike danger is the only level of that moment but it's your moment and you know you'll fucking own it glorified in the grace by your victory when your done you escape without memory blindfolded through this life as we learn and consequences when the wrong pages turn it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next at some point we come down from the highs it's no big deal we move on with our lives and some of us let the last color cries do the math you can laugh when I die if life is just a fantasy life then could you live this fantasy life for soemthing would you just remember that the are not posable and the mother fucking heroes are dispsable it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next Just live and let die just live an let just live and let just live and let die Just live and let die just live an let just live and let so what about the hardcore that ain't hard anymore or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore or the old fighters that can't fight anymore or the white kid's who ain't white anymore or the actors that don't act anymore or the rappers that don't rap anymore or the hipsters that don't hip anymore or the limpsters that don't limip anymore come on Just live and let die just live an let just live and let just live and let die Just live and let die just live an let just live and let Just live and let die but no it's impossible just to live your life and let us die oh mother fuck that you wanna talk about some shit let's talk about the hardcore that ain't hard anymore or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore or the old fighters that can't fight anymore or the white kid's who ain't white anymore or the actors that don't act anymore or the rappers that don't rap anymore or the hipsters that don't hip anymore or the limpsters that don't limip anymore come on it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next it's an E true hollywood story take a man down with his own glory now guess who's next |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Uh, yeah!
Tell ′em how to sell it This propaganda Don′t tell me how to keep my composure It ain′t over ′till I get me some closure Wanted dead or alive here′s my profile Hostile is the frame for my state of grace Severly a mental disorder Where reality is highly distorted Psychosis weaken the mind Inclined in small doses As we approach this A relentless quest for revengence While those who expose and pretend this Life, is just a big ball of cherries A bunch of fairies Screamin′ to be scary It′s propaganda Sell it to the innocent Oh yeah they′re buyin′ it Just show up to rebel again I′m a maniac Hard one to handle You′d better come packin more than a scandal Fucked over from the times I′ve been greatful Fucked over in the times I′ve been hateful Main attraction fuck you and your prissy (*pussy*??) mouth Come again flip, now we got some action On and on is the name that they gave me And your misery came here to save me It′s propaganda Sell it to the innocent Aw yeah they′re buyin′ it Just show up to rebel again It′s propaganda Sell it to the innocent Fuck yeah they′re buyin′ it Just show up to rebel again Mommy! Fuck it! Who is phony If fate would turn me You don′t know me But I made you Who is phony Their fate is lonely You don′t know me But I made you Who is phony Their fate is lonely You don′t know me But I make you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I mate you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I mate you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I mate you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I mate you I mate you I mate you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me I made you Who is phony It faded slowly You don′t know me But I made you I mate you I made you I mate you Yeah I mate you |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Stop everything something is not feeling right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed What can I do I've got an idea I think I'll just become a priest Decieving them with my belief I'll preach about what life is worth And cover my sins with their shirts My demons can run around free No one will suspect a thing I'll show them its okay to lust A priest the children can trust I found a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Somethings not right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed What can I do I've got an idea I think I'll just become a priest Decieving them with my belief I'll preach about what life is worth And cover my sins with their shirts My demons can run around free No one will suspect a thing I'll show them its okay to lust A priest the children can trust I found a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Oh my god I'm watching TV I cant Oh whats this world coming to I see a priest molesting children I see terrorists blowing up buildins I see someone in rage Killing Dimebag on stage What the fuck is this What the fuck is this I got a kid Should I send him to Sunday School I got a kid Should I send him to Sunday School So you can fuck him Oh no you aint gonna fuck him How bout this I dont fucking know who I can trust In this world and I'm gonna blow One more time I'm not that scared Something is not feeling right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - Home Sweet Home / Bittersweet Symphony [single] (2005)
Stop everything
something is not feeling right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed What can I do I've got an idea I think I'll just become a priest Decieving them with my belief I'll preach about what life is worth And cover my sins with their shirts My demons can run around free No one will suspect a thing I'll show them its okay to lust A priest the children can trust I found a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Somethings not right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed What can I do I've got an idea I think I'll just become a priest Decieving them with my belief I'll preach about what life is worth And cover my sins with their shirts My demons can run around free No one will suspect a thing I'll show them its okay to lust A priest the children can trust I found a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Oh my god I'm watching TV I cant Oh whats this world coming to I see a priest molesting children I see terrorists blowing up buildins I see someone in rage Killing Dimebag on stage What the fuck is this What the fuck is this I got a kid Should I send him to Sunday School I got a kid Should I send him to Sunday School So you can fuck him Oh no you aint gonna fuck him How bout this I dont fucking know who I can trust In this world and I'm gonna blow One more time I'm not that scared Something is not feeling right The planets are not all aligned I know when I felt this before My evil is thirsty for more I need a new allie to feed Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections Baptized by the unexpected Terrorized by the imperfections |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
hold up you're movin' too fast
i'm up for something that lasts i ain't lookin to screw on the first night cause that's a no go and if the vibe's good, go to first base 'cuz the first kiss could be your last taste i ain't looking to screw 'till the vibe's right (chorus) see i'm the only one you know that can put you on cruise control yeah i'm the only one you'll find that won't waste all my time, on nothing nothing, on nothing, nothing my will is stronger than most i will not let you get close until i think that you deserve me cause that's a no go i'm gonna hold out, so in the meantime don't expect much from a strong mind until i think that you deserve me (chorus) i'm holdin' out, i'm gonna wait wanna make it past the first date a little time then we can do all them nasty things you want to do don't get me wrong just take my hand and i really hope you understand that it's easier when every second counts so we'll just have to wait it's really no big deal(x2) i'd hate to get you in bed find out your empty instead no need to knock another home run out cause that's a no go and i hate to be so filthy if we were not meant to be no need to knock another homerun out (chorus) nothin',oh nothin', nothin' on nothin', on nothin' |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
I'm dead from all the loneliness
And this is how I feel Understanding everything has never been my deal Maybe you have crossed my path and lived inside of me Or maybe you're the reason why I'm losing all my decensy But I believe that you and me we could be So happy and free inside a world of misery And I believe that you and me we could be So inside of you inside of me cause this will be the one This could be the one This could be the one This could be the one I've been looking looking looking I've been looking for my miss right But she don't exist Chemistry is everything and we're anything but this Maybe I have crossed your path Swift you off your feet And maybe I'm the reason why you cry at night before you sleep But I believe that you and me we could be So happy and free inside a world of misery And I believe that you and me we could be So inside of you inside of me cause this will be the one This could be the one This could be the one This could be the one So what do you think We could give it a try Cause you never know Maybe we could be soulmates But maybe notor maybe so If you never try then you'll never know The grass could be greener and it'll always be greener on the other side But you just never know This could be the one I do believe that you and me we could be So happy and free inside a world of misery And I believe that you and me we could be So inside of you inside of me cause this will be the one This could be the one This could be the one This could be the one Maybe so maybe not Who knows If your alone I know why If you can hide then go hide away But I want you to stay And blow me away away I want you to stay And blow me away away If you're alone don't you cry If you can hide then go hide away I want you to stay And blow me away away I want you to stay And blow me away away Away away |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Check! Shut the fuck up! You shut the fuck up! Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? (I ain't nobody) That's the question, the question at hand. Oh, man, fuck this. Fuck this! (I ain't nobody) You know, I lost my place a long time ago about fifty fucking rhymes ago I'm wrecking again I'm seriously considering checking myself in Locked inside this key chamber There's millions of keys inside but only one can stop my anger and I'm not fading away, so I'll just have to die Chorus: Unlocking the doors in my mind How many doors will I find? I think I got the key I guess I'll just try another if that's the key Unlocking the doors in my mind How many doors will I find? I think I got the key I guess I'll just try another if that's the key |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Benevolence , mercy, dicipline x2
Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4 Uplift your soul Get your house in order MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku Who you gonna lie to Before I crucify you Hammer to the nails Commence the impailen' My acid flashbacks got everything trailin' I'm sailen blind on the open sea Like an overload of hatian refugees And I'm on my knees My face on the rug One more prostration for my salvation My jinns buggin up Got me fuckin' up The call of my flesh And my soul wont mesh [Chorus] So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4 I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me I thought I was lost but thank god you found me I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried...Lord I tried To make the best of what I got I keep on takin' pot shots From the critics and the media That's what it be to ya But you can stick it where the sun don't shine 'Cause I'm goin for mine I rock it all the time HERE COME THE PAIN [CHORUS] Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode was re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady But, you and me be hush hush The word be mum If you keep the low pro I'll still give you some 'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Viet Cong I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish I'll grant your every wish, so [CHORUS] |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4
Uplift your soul Get your house in order MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku Who you gonna lie to Before I crucify you Hammer to the nails My face impailen' My acid flashbacks got everything trailin' I'm sailen blind on the open sea Like an overload of Coatahacian refugees And I'm on my knees My face on the rug One more frustration for my salvation My jinns buggin up Got me fuckin' up Callin' my flesh But my sole wouldn't mesh [Chorus] So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4 I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me I thought I was lost but thank god you found me I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried...Lord I tried To make the best of what I got I keep on takin' my shots From the critics and the media That's what it be to ya But you can stick it where the sun don't shine 'Cause I'm goin for mine I rock it all the time HERE COME THE PAIN [CHORUS] Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode be re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady But, you and me be hush hush The word be mush If you take the low pro I'll still give you some 'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Vietkong I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish I'll grant your every wish [CHORUS] |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit - The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1) [ep] (2005)
Check one I don't like the radio I don't like tv They're selling so much shit these days And this shit is not who I want to be I don't like officials Using rank to pretend they're not crooks I don't like the tricks played on kids in those shitty teen metal books I don't like my heros To kill themselves with the drugs I don't think sucess can fill you up when you need love I don't like the whores That try to fuck you for your game I don't like my childhood And do not need someone else to blame This is the channel I'm dialed into I already know you are dialed in too This is the channel I'm dialed into and I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too Come on I don't like this music I don't like this band I like what we're about and mock what you cannot understand I don't like being paranoid I don't like that I'm breeding again but I accept all these cards I've been dealt And do not be your motherfucking friend This is the channel I'm dialed into I already know you are dialed in too This is the channel I'm dialed into and I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too Who gives a fuck about what I like who gives a fuck about who listens as long as I'm here as long as you know you can keep me here for whenever you get lost or you need an excuse to coverup your intentions you hate that I express how I'm feeling you hate that you relate to this shit you hate that I'm a tick a motherfucking tick you're finding hard to forget This is the channel I'm dialed into I already know you are dialed in too This is the channel I'm dialed into and I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too I already know you are dialed in too |
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from Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around [single] (2000)
All the teachin' in da world today
All the little girls fillin' up da world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'm a live my life like i should Now da critics wanna hit it This hit? How we did it, just because they don't get it But I'll stay fitted, new era commited Now this red cap gets a rap from these critics But do we always gotta cry Do we always gotta live inside a lie Life's just a blast cuz its movin' really fast So ya better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass Follow me into a solo Remember that, kid, so whatcha wanna do And where ya gonna run when your stari'n down the cable of my mic Pointed at yo grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set It's like russian roulette when you're placin' your bet So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done Cuz I'm a be the one till I jet I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately Does anybody really know the secret Or the combination for this life and where they keep it It's kinda sad when you don't know the meaning But everything happens for a reason I don't even know what i should say Cuz I'm an idiot, a loser A microphone abuser I analyze every second I exist Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist And everybody wanna run Everybody wanna hide from da gun You can dig a rat through this life if you want But you can't dig the edge off a knife (no sir) And now you want your money back But you're denied, cuz your brain's fried from the sack And there aint nothin' i could do Cuz life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately Now... I... know... why (now I know why you wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
All the teachin' in da world today
All the little girls fillin' up da world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'm a live my life like i should Now da critics wanna hit it This hit? How we did it, just because they don't get it But I'll stay fitted, new era commited Now this red cap gets a rap from these critics But do we always gotta cry Do we always gotta live inside a lie Life's just a blast cuz its movin' really fast So ya better stay on top or life'll kick you in the ass Follow me into a solo Remember that, kid, so whatcha wanna do And where ya gonna run when your stari'n down the cable of my mic Pointed at yo grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set It's like russian roulette when you're placin' your bet So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done Cuz I'm a be the one till I jet I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately Does anybody really know the secret Or the combination for this life and where they keep it It's kinda sad when you don't know the meaning But everything happens for a reason I don't even know what i should say Cuz I'm an idiot, a loser A microphone abuser I analyze every second I exist Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist And everybody wanna run Everybody wanna hide from da gun You can dig a rat through this life if you want But you can't dig the edge off a knife (no sir) And now you want your money back But you're denied, cuz your brain's fried from the sack And there aint nothin' i could do Cuz life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately Now... I... know... why (now I know why you wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately And now you wanna hate me Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
Psycho female blowin'
up the phone line You need to tighten that screw it's been loose for a long time I've been slammed with some bad luck Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with tha' buck buck And now your duck duck goose I'm lettin' loose with tha' thirty yard freestyle Labeled hostile by my profile Must be all tha' madness You and all your tactics Jonesin' for my cash Gotta make them pockets super fat Hey I'm a humble man Kickin' out my jams like a tramp I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business What's with all tha' business I get payed to take tha' microphone to slay tha' stage Stay away from all tha' bros in my band and All tha' fans and all my friends When tha' cash is comin' in Or I'll be slammin' them balls to tha' wall With the ink on my flesh and the yes yes y'all No 9 to 5 I'll still survive I keep my engine on that amp like the Chattanooga champ That's all we need another bad seed Planted on this earth motivated by greed You wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blastin' Woah you wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's your ass that I'm blastin' You' bad luck you' soooooo Stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck got your brain on my green again Stuck you're so your so your so stuck you don't even know All I wanted was a Pepsi just one Pepsi Far from suicidal Still I get them tendencies Bringin' back them memories That I really miss when I reminisce Rockin' back in the '80's LIVE My attitude to do or DIE Once I was a maggot now I'm just super fly Bound for the boundaries no limits G Fat ass rhythems driven by my destiny Your style's in my pocket Proclaimed to regain that essence Pressin' cause i'm hostile labeled by my profile In deed I am I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed You wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' Woah you wanna play that game bitch You take a dash for my cash it's that ass I'm bla Your bad luck your soooooo Stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck you got your brain on my green again Stuck you're so your so your so stuck You don't even know Oh yeah Ain't nothin' like a greedy bitch Diggin and diggin' and diggin' and diggin' Diggin' so deep for that green All I know all I know Yeah Is you must be fucked up in that head I got a little problem Just one question biatch Why why you wanna be like that Why why you gotta be like that You wanna be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why why you gotta be like that Why why you wanna be like that Why the fuck you wanna be like that Why why why you gotta be like that Why the fuck you wanna be like that Why why why why why why you gotta be Why why why you wanna be like that Why why why you gotta dig in my business you fuckin' whore Stuck on yourself you are You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' Stuck on yourself you whoooore You take a dash for my cash it's that ass that I'm blastin' You' bad luck You' sooooo stuck Stuck deep down in that hole again Stuck Got your brain on my green again Stuck your so your so your so stuck in your head You don't even know Live on tape biatch Don't fuck wit' us |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
I've seen your campus
and thinking I've been there before you know someting, I live in this pig pen this filthy pig pit next door another stench of my auroma stick that nose up in the air is that the excuse you use to ruin me --chorus-- I need to get you outta my way pack them bags boy get the fuck outta here need to get you outta my way love thy neighbor, love my neigbor yeah right_right yo J, drop that one down your existence means less now that it probably ever has before you've got your head up your ass out of your mouth comes nothing but shhhhhh still I listen, I absorb you amuse me idiot all bent outta shape 'cause i piss on your gate --chorus-- I need to get you outta my way pack them bags you boy get the fuck outta here need to get you outta my way love thy neighbor, love my neigbor right_right and you don't stop and we won't stop that's right and you can't stop this shit, it just won't stop let's take it to the curb if you can stand it, put yourself in my position man -repeat x2 let's take it to the curb, put yourself in my position man ahh, take it to the curb, put yourself in my position man punk, how you wanna take it to the curb ahh, you wanna take it to the curb ahh put ya, put ya, ahh, put yourself in my position man man, punk, you're gone break, break, break and you don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop got it stinky, stinky finger and you don't -repeat x2 |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Still gotta lotta love
Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Much love to my man Leone Keep rockin' them beats and gettin' parties on the floor Much love for my man Danny Boy Ever since you came in my life you helped bring me joy Much love for my man Grand Mixer-Mugs For taking me off the street and mixin' with the thugs And much love love for my man B-Real I'm glad you got rid of that steel And much love for my man Sen-Dog The crews rolling thicker than some London fog And much love for my man Steve Urkel I trust him wit' my life and with the loop from every show And much love for my brody named Justin Cause if anyone steps up I know you gonna bust 'em And much love for my man Scott Ian For bein' a really down to earth human bein' And much love to my man Guy-O Cause every day of the week he's got another fine ho And much love to my man Bronx Style You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile And much love to my man Son Doobie If I needed it again you'd sell the gun back to me And much love to my man Ralph Emms and the Tomahawk Funkster Funky like a dumpster And much love to my man Kaves, ADMoney and the Edge With family like Sister Sledge And much love to my moms and my sister and my niece And everyone out there fighting the beast And much love to the pioneers 'Cause I'm gettin' pain for rhymin' and drinkin' beers And much love to the ultra magnetic 'Cause everybody knows you never got enough credit Still gotta lot of love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Still gotta lot of love |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
It's not my mind (5x)
J and I get a little bit your veins flow with poison please acknowledge my present this precious gift that I behold discarded like trash to dominate, it's in your nature, you selfish brat {chorus} I can't believe you had me strung out all over you like that one minute you're sweet the next minute you're sour I taste the envious predictions, change with each hour I've seen this before, you even decide to step into my little world strange things occurring happening over and over and over again now bitch you are cruelty you bark your orders with such a degrading dialect {chorus} one minute you think you're all this the next minute you think you're all that but your playin' with the nova momma didn't show ya how to take it, you can by the man when it's over i'll be hunting you down waiting for the pay back, you frown begging me for your mercy I ain't down with the sympathy you see and I always remember your tender love wipe me under the rug just so you can step on my spine I'm gonna get mine - 2x Reminds me I'm gonna get mine I wish I was wasted I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine I'd like to rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine... you're so sweet - 3x I'm gonna get mine - 3x I'm gonna get mine. I'm gonna get mine I'll rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine I'll rearrange your face I'm gonna get mine you're so sweet - 3x you're always right and I'm always wrong not my mind that's why I love you so much not my mind you're so sweet not my mind I love you not my mind you're so sweet not my mind I love you not my mind... |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
I thought I knew ya'. Took the time to prove my lovin' to ya'.
Screw ya'. Cause now you got me sittin' in tha' sewer. I'm threw with all them roller coaster rides. See I ain't forgot about them knots that you've been tyin' with my insides. I dropped my pride. Without you I was sure to die. I tried with cash, and all I could to make it last. Now I accept that that was in the past. I know you loved me, you loved me like a piece of trash. But at first you were so sweet. Couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour, so sour. It all became a hassle. You were even livin' in my castle. Just to use me and verbaly abuse me. That's not the way you run in my shop. It took a while to see tha' light before I stopped and you got dropped off. It's over. Probably I'll be sweatin' it. But in tha' long run, you'll be tha' one regrettin' it. Maybe you won't, maybe you will. But baby you're still about as real as a three dollar bill. There's no one to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. No one's to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. Oh, oh. I sound like a bitch, a little bitch in heat. With all that anger that I'm feelin' bitch, I think it's neat. Another split tail, just another split tail. Thanks for tha' lesson. Now get your shit and hit tha' trail. We know I'm comin' from that old school, you damn fool. Intensity is somethin' that I'm made of and certainly I'm not afraid of A little smack in my face. Thanks for that taste. There's no one to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. No one's to blame, but you. Who gets tha' blame?....me. Meeee, oh yeah. Ohhhh, meee. Meeeeee. Ahhh. Quiet. I think that uh, I'd like to uh.. turn my self around. Turn it over. |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin' static
With toys in my attic, styles automatic I love 'em Asiatic, Japanese, and Puerto Rican Every time I start speakin', I wind up freakin' Some little fleusy n**** in my jacuzzi If ya think I'm not choosy than the joke's on you You want the 411, baby here's my style I like 'em young but I'm no freaky pedophile I'm known to set it wild, young girls get creamy Swing 'em through the mo and the Ev will get steamy You can't see me, I play the set low Scrapin' on the bottom, smokin' L's if I got 'em And I ain't too proud to beg for your leg Let me push up in the thighs, I'll fertilize your egg Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure Strip you down bare, lay your things on the dresser While the children of the lesser, go out and play the hard rock role Girl, I stay rock hard CHORUS: So if I get mine, you'll get yours And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors VERSE: Divine Styler CHORUS VERSE: Cockni O'Dire Ahhh, baby, can't you feel it, deep down inside ya I can't hide the fact I wanna ride your Body up and down and then back and forth Kind of like Aaliyah, girl, I wanna see ya Oohh, you look good, honey bun, I can't fake it And word is bond I just got to get you n**** And once you're n**** I'm a lick your skin Then touch you in spots that ain't nobody else been I'll kiss you down there when you're bare And I swear that I'll do it right I'll make it last all night But don't put up a fight 'Cause I ain't Macho Man Randy I'm not a savage, I just want some candy And it's, fine and dandy if you need some time But let me know whatcha think and, sugar, ease my mind Let me know where I stand, come take my hand Give me a hug, then lay me down on the rug CHORUS |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford,
Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco? I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell Got lost in Boston lookin for the tea party Met a child molester in Worchester Need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin Phoenix I get silly when I play in Philly Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy And I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in Cleveland Found my lucky coin in Des Moine And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena We get the swing from new Orleans Ft worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA What can I say, I can't name em all So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I can't help but believe in these friends These bands, these tours and these places I've been I thank God, Mom & Dad Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band Without em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can Without the fans there wouldn't be no show And if that was really so then life would really blow To the firm, you always got my back. Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracks My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great Scott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody can Wu-Tang Clan skills from the Method The worlds best MC kills on this record Slim Shady, crazy ass cracker Staind, a brand new drug for your brain Les Claypool, for actin like a fool and all of the bands with the demos that were cool I'm so grateful for this life of mine The ones I didn't thank I will some other time Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I've been around this world and then some Dumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from? I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious An MC with bad habits I am I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it? Comin raw with no corrections Savin all perfection's for what I do with my erections So dream on! |
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from Limp Bizkit - Rollin' [single] (2001)
Where you at Jacksonville, Rochester, Louisville, Columbia, Hartford, Milwaukee, and Lewiston Maine Where you at Providence, Nashville, Memphis, Lauderdale, Portland, Orlando, Chicago, and Frisco? I left my heart in Austin with Mary Campbell Got lost in Boston lookin for the tea party Met a child molester in Worchester Need a Kleenex every time I'm leavin Phoenix I get silly when I play in Philly Limp Bizkit committee down in Kansas City Never know what I'm in for when I'm play in Denver Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas In Cincinnati the girls call me daddy And I probably ain't leavin the next time I'm in Cleveland Found my lucky coin in Des Moine And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena We get the swing from new Orleans Ft worth and Dallas we toast when we're tippin' up the challis Tulsa, St. Louis, Sacto, Mesa, Norfolk, Lawrence, Minneapolis, St. Paul, North Hampton, Detroit, Omaha, New York, LA What can I say, I can't name em all So somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I can't help but believe in these friends These bands, these tours and these places I've been I thank God, Mom
Dad Adriana, the sky, for the love I feel inside Jordan, my phat ass band Without em I'd be nothin but a pumpkin shoved inside a can Without the fans there wouldn't be no show And if that was really so then life would really blow To the firm, you always got my back. Korn for the love and the swappin of the tracks My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date We brought it to the plate and you made it sound great Scott Weiland the melody man, if you cant sing it nobody can Wu-Tang Clan skills from the Method The worlds best MC kills on this record Slim Shady, crazy ass cracker Staind, a brand new drug for your brain Les Claypool, for actin like a fool and all of the bands with the demos that were cool I'm so grateful for this life of mine The ones I didn't thank I will some other time Now I want somebody, anybody, everybody get the fuck up And show me what you got! Hey ladies! Who's hot, who's not! I've been around this world and then some Dumb ditty dumb kid where you comin from? I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages Outrageous rhymes left my mind and soon became contagious An MC with bad habits I am I see a mic then I grab it, scary ain't it? Comin raw with no corrections Savin all perfection's for what I do with my erections So dream on! |
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from Limp Bizkit - Shotgun [single] (2011)
what you’re gonna do when you’re sitting all alone
in your empty ass home with the mother– sawed-off pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship (repeat) my nose is running like me from the police it’s been three weeks and i ain’t got no sleep now i’m chillin where the players and the hoes be, with two broke hands trying to roll weed ……. pop pop p-pop off the rock ship you might maybe know a lot of things, baby, not this and i’ll do it all again for you, watch this as i limp my ass back to the cockpit now start it up, let the engine roll and all the people in the moshpit scream for more (yeah!) you scream for more! (yeah!) and light it up cuz the way we live our lives seems right to us let me tell you people what you need to know you’ve gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow you’ve also gotta know when you need to run you hear that … that’s the sound of a shotgun! everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun in my neighborhood, everybody got one (repeat) what you’re gonna do when you’re sitting all alone in your empty ass home with the mother— sawed-off pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship (repeat) woke up in the morning in the county jail, and i can’t remember yesterday that well hell i, can’t remember when i slept that well, i told this girl i’ve been f– and get my belt. cuz i pop pop p-pop off the rock ship you probably heard it all before, baby, not this hear is the shout to you ladies with the hot t courtesy of limp bizkit on some rock sh!t now here we go, start it up! should i remind you mother— that i don’t give a f**k (hell no) i never have, (hell yeah) i never will and i will always understand how the haters feel let me tell you people what you need to know you’ve gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow you’ve also gotta know when you need to run you hear that … that’s the sound of a shotgun! everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun in my neighborhood, everybody got one (repeat) everybody’s got one pop off the rock ship pop pop p-pop off the rock ship (repeat) |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! My nose is running like me from the police It's been three weeks and I ain't got no sleep Now I'm chilling where the players and the hoes be, With two broke hands trying to roll weed Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You might maybe know a lot of things, baby, not this! And I'll do it all again for you, watch this, As I limp my ass back to the cockpit Now start it up, let the engine roll And all the people in the moshpit scream for more! (Yeah!) You scream for more! (Yeah!) And light it up Cuz the way we live our lives seems right to us Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! Woke up in the morning in the county jail, And I can't remember yesterday that well! Hell I, can't remember when I slept that well, I told this girl I've been fucked and get my belt. Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You probably heard it all before, baby, not this! Hear is the shout to you ladies with the hot tits Courtesy of Limp Bizkit on some rock shit (C'mon) Now here we go, (C'mon) start it up! Should I remind you motherfuckers that I don't give a fuck (Hell no) I never have, (Hell yea) I never will And I will always understand how the haters feel Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody's got one! [Solo Wes] Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! My nose is running like me from the police It's been three weeks and I ain't got no sleep Now I'm chilling where the players and the hoes be, With two broke hands trying to roll weed Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You might maybe know a lot of things, baby, not this! And I'll do it all again for you, watch this, As I limp my ass back to the cockpit Now start it up, let the engine roll And all the people in the moshpit scream for more! (Yeah!) You scream for more! (Yeah!) And light it up Cuz the way we live our lives seems right to us Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! What you're gonna do when you're sitting all alone In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off Pop off the rock ship, pop pop pop off the rock ship! Woke up in the morning in the county jail, And I can't remember yesterday that well! Hell I, can't remember when I slept that well, I told this girl I've been fucked and get my belt. Cuz I pop pop pop off the rock ship You probably heard it all before, baby, not this! Hear is the shout to you ladies with the hot tits Courtesy of Limp Bizkit on some rock shit (C'mon) Now here we go, (C'mon) start it up! Should I remind you motherfuckers that I don't give a fuck (Hell no) I never have, (Hell yea) I never will And I will always understand how the haters feel Let me tell you people what you need to know You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow You've also gotta know when you need to run You hear that click click click, that's the sound of a shotgun! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody jumps from the sound of the shotgun Yeah in my neighborhood, everybody got one! Everybody's got one! [Solo Wes] Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship Pop off the rock ship Pop pop pop off the rock ship |
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from Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive [single] (2003)
Uh.. Shot!! Uh.. Shot!! Uh.. Your the cure Your my animosity Your the cure Your my date with jealousy I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm... Shot!! I'm... Shot!! I'm..... Your the sun Your the light that burns my eyes Your the sun Your the darkness i despise I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. You fucked me up in the head But it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright Shot!! I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. Your the angel in everybodies dreams Your the angel that doesnt own her wings I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. You fucked me up in the head But it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright Give it up (Give it up) Run away (Run away) Make it last (Make it last) You can stay (You can stay) Never hide (Never hide) Never know (Never know) You dont want me to go Everyday (Everyday) I don't know (I don't know) I don't care (I don't care) Take it slow (Take it slow) Reminise (Reminise) On a lie (On a lie) You don't want me to go I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. You fucked me up in the head Buts it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright You fucked me up (You fucked me up in the head) And now i'm dead (But it's alright) You fucked me up (Now your hero is dead) And now i'm dead (And i'm alright) |
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from Limp Bizkit - Eat You Alive [single] (2003)
Uh.. Shot!! Uh.. Shot!! Uh.. Your the cure Your my animosity Your the cure Your my date with jealousy I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm... Shot!! I'm... Shot!! I'm..... Your the sun Your the light that burns my eyes Your the sun Your the darkness i despise I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. You fucked me up in the head But it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright Shot!! I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. Your the angel in everybodies dreams Your the angel that doesnt own her wings I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. You fucked me up in the head But it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright Give it up (Give it up) Run away (Run away) Make it last (Make it last) You can stay (You can stay) Never hide (Never hide) Never know (Never know) You dont want me to go Everyday (Everyday) I don't know (I don't know) I don't care (I don't care) Take it slow (Take it slow) Reminise (Reminise) On a lie (On a lie) You don't want me to go I could be wrong I could be right I'll play along Avoid the fight I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. Shot!! I'm.. You fucked me up in the head Buts it's alright Now your hero is dead And i'm alright You fucked me up (You fucked me up in the head) And now i'm dead (But it's alright) You fucked me up (Now your hero is dead) And now i'm dead (And i'm alright)
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Deluxe Version] (2011)
Another one of those days
Feelin like a shovel With a lot of shit in the way Gonna clear me a path Right to the culprit Straight to your fucked up past This ain't about rage It's about disrespect You shoulda thought about that Before your track went flat Homie what the deal? Why you talkin' shit like that? I've had enough drama I don't need a chump Talkin' that trash in pajamas Heated up like a sauna Time to pay the piper I ain't givin' hope like Obama I'm spittin out flames Better hit the deck I'ma mic check them games You don't need a new coach You need a new neck Hoarse (of course?) I connect with your throat Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap Check 1-2 I ain't even through Givin you grief Put another stain on your teeth Back up on your feet Call in the rescue Better get the whole damn fleet This attack ain't stealth It's worldwide Homicide bad for your health what I'm goin straight for the gut Closin them minds Sewin them lips straight shut Go ahead put it on me Show me what you got Why you get robbed like a zombie It's a one man army Puff Puff give Watch em get smoked like a cig You heard of Freedy Kruger? I'm kinda like that With a red cap and a Ruger Still slingin it to ya Microphone hustla Bad motha fucka Screw ya. Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap |
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from Limp Bizkit 5집 - Gold Cobra [Standard Version] (2011)
Another one of those days
Feelin like a shovel With a lot of shit in the way Gonna clear me a path Right to the culprit Straight to your fucked up past This ain't about rage It's about disrespect You shoulda thought about that Before your track went flat Homie what the deal? Why you talkin' shit like that? I've had enough drama I don't need a chump Talkin' that trash in pajamas Heated up like a sauna Time to pay the piper I ain't givin' hope like Obama I'm spittin out flames Better hit the deck I'ma mic check them games You don't need a new coach You need a new neck Hoarse (of course?) I connect with your throat Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap Check 1-2 I ain't even through Givin you grief Put another stain on your teeth Back up on your feet Call in the rescue Better get the whole damn fleet This attack ain't stealth It's worldwide Homicide bad for your health what I'm goin straight for the gut Closin them minds Sewin them lips straight shut Go ahead put it on me Show me what you got Why you get robbed like a zombie It's a one man army Puff Puff give Watch em get smoked like a cig You heard of Freedy Kruger? I'm kinda like that With a red cap and a Ruger Still slingin it to ya Microphone hustla Bad motha fucka Screw ya. Still shockin' like a heart attack Cuz I'm a maniac Still runnin through the shark attack Without a single scratch Still limpin' where the dog is at Up in my brainiac Still Bitin while your barkin' back So you can shut your trap |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah
I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom * (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from Rhino Hi-Five: Rap [Vol 2] (2006)
I kicks the flava, like Steven King writes horror
If I was a Jew then I'd light a menorah I got rhymes for ya, excuse me senora Are you a hore or are you a lady? Is it Erica Boyare or Marcia Brady? Let me know hon, the deed'll get done Just assume the position, I'll take my rod And then I'll go fishin', I'll get your river flowin' When it comes to givin' pleasure, I'm every woman's treasure I came to work your body, so let me do my job I've never been laid off, my rhymin' skill paid off Cause now I'm makin' records, now I'm makin' tapes Steady bustin' suckers in bunches like grapes Makin' all the papes, scoopin' up the loot Puttin' suckers on the run, pull my gun and then I shoot I never been a front, I never a fraud I gotta natural skill, for that I thank the Lord Cause I feel blessed, I'm casually dressed I always got my gun, but I never wear a vest I'm quick on the draw like the horse named McGraw From the cartoon boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (boom sha lock lock boom) All right now (Boom sha lock lock boom) A little louder (Boom sha lock lock boom) Everybody (Boom sha lock lock boom) All right now Breaker, breaker, here comes the caper Straight with the taper, the lyric skyscraper Hit ya like a lyrical murderer I know ya think I have, but yo I never heard of ya Just because you heard of me kid Fuck around until you do the lifetime bid I'll put you in the dirt, and leave your ass for dead When it comes to tools, T's the sharpest in the shed Cause I'm the 55 Cadilac king It ain't no thing, my cargo ring We'll bust you in the crib I got the skill, you gots to chill Cause I bring doom, I got the boom sha lock lock boom Chorus I rock mad styles, I hop turnstiles I rock all mikes, I last all night I puff fat blunts, I rock fine scunts Step up bo, I'll kock out your gold fronts Everlast, that's my name My unique rhyme style's my claim to fame The House Of Pain's the name of my clip You can't be down, punk, get off my dick You make me sick, like strawberry Quik Your style is wack, you ain't the mac So yo step back, get off the crack And sing a new tune like boom sha lock lock boom Chorus (2x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just call it in one time for me real heavy Back in black Who's the mack Sittin' on the back Of a Cadillac It's the D motherfucker Better pass me the mic So I can rock on And drop the styles I write I like hip-hop Ya don't stop And all that I rock the freak styles And neat styles That are crazy phat, It's making me sick Punk get off my dick chorus 'Cause I'm the same motherfucker That I ever was Same motherfucker But I can't pay attention 'Cause I'm on that dust My head's not swell Kid I'm not gell Don't feed me soup Just give me the funky loop I'll rock it to the best of my ability Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility 'Cause I'm the man that's on point When I jam a funky joint I want some other over there Yo, I just don't care shit Pass the mic Then I'm gonna' tear shit Up like a peice of paper Your girl caught the vapor When I ran the caper I ain't rearranged So don't look strange I'm the same motherfucker Ain't a damn thing changed chorus 'Cause I'm hard like stone Don't play me soft And I rock rhymes frequently I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money grip Don't trip Or I'm gonna' bust that lip chorus Bustin', flippin', skippin', Just like a stone on a river Ya know I'm gonna' give her Whole lotta' flavor Criminal behavior Used to be how I made it But that shit's over rated Now I rock rhymes over funky beats I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets They say money changes people But I won't 'cause I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was chorus And ya don't quit 'Cause I'm on that dust Soul Assasins are on that dust[ha ha...] My man J. Disco is on that dust Cypress Hill is on that dust FunkDoobiest is on that dust |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Yo, the time has come
For everyone to clean up their own backyard Before they go knocking on their neighbor's door The House of Pain is cleaning up, sweeping up, clocking up Check it, check yourself before you check another It's the House of Pain, Pain, Pain.. |
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from House Of Pain - Rhino Hi-Five: House Of Pain (2006)
Runnin up on ya
The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Shin Fane It's the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she lach lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya mom And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fan I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's white Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my draws And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Runnin' Up on Ya
Runnin up on ya The House of Pain...runnin' up on ya(2x) Give me some elbow room Spark the boom Then pass it I'll drop ya like acid Ya might get blasted If ya step to the crew with the Irish Pride Ya wish ya died Cause I don't let shit slide Sinn Fein Is the House of Pain Our day will come Boom she-lach-lach My shit's cocked Ya better run Get a gun Get a bomb It's on like Vietnam Then run and get ya momma And ask why Daddy's buggin' Chuggin' Black & Tan's Smacking Fans I'm breakin' up the set I'm gettin' bitches wet Gettin' all the dough I'm leavin with ya ho And if the ho's ya wife Yo, ya might lose your life Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'll rip out ya veins With hooks and chains Just like Pinhead I used to rock a skinhead Now I got a fade Case I'm paid And the bomb is played Everybody's done it So Ev can never run it I started that shit two years ago Your girl started lookin' good five beers ago So I might step to her But I just wanna' screw her I don't want to take her I just wanna' make her Scream out my name Cause the Pain's in the House Bust a nut in her gut And leave a stain in her blouse Then pull up my drawers And she's all yours again And if ya got a beef punk Better bring a friend Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm commin' 'round the corner I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya Punk you're a goner Put the gun away Run away Better chill Better yet still Let me get ill I can drop a bomb Full of semen in ya mom And keep her screamin till dawn Cause the E can rock on like a One, two and ya don't stop Ya might get dropped Cause I don't And I swear I don't have a gun I ain't gonna' when Cause I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya when I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna' warn ya I'm runnin' up on ya I ain't gonna warn ya Runnin' up on ya |
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from Limp Bizkit - Rollin' [single] (2001)
Alright partner
keep on rollin' baby You know what time it is Chocolate Starfish Keep on rollin' baby Move in now move out Thanks The Limp Bizkit Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house with them hands in the air Cause if you don't care then we don't care One two three time zoom to the 6 Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk Shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit You can't mess with the Bizkit Cause we get it on Everyday and everynight See this platnuim thing right here Well we're doin it all the time So you better get some better beats And uh get some better rhymes We got the game set So don't complain yet 24 7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers all the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mammas pimp daddies And the people rollin' in the Caddies Hey rockers hip hoppers And everybody all around the world Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Alright partner...keep on rollin' baby
You know what time it is (Throw yo hands up) (Ladies and gentlemen) Chocolate Starfish Keep on rollin' baby Move in now move out [Thanks TheLimpBizkit1] Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4) Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here People in the house with them hands in the air Cause if you don't care then we don't care One two three time zoom to the 6 Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk? Shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up (Throw yo hands up) Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4) YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit? - Yeah You can't mess with the Bizkit - Why? Cause we get it on - When? Everyday and everynight - Oh See this platnuim thing right here - Uh-Hu Well we're doin it all the time - Wha? So you better get some better beats And uh, get some better rhymes - Doh! We got the game set So don't complain yet 24/7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit (Throw yo hands up) Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4) Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers all the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mammas, pimp daddies And the people rollin' in the Caddies Hey rockers, hip-hoppers And everybody all around the world Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4) Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (x4) |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
Alright partner keep on rollin' baby You know what time it is Chocolate Starfish Keep on rollin' baby Move in now move out Thanks The Limp Bizkit Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Now I know ya'll be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house with them hands in the air Cause if you don't care then we don't care One two three time zoom to the 6 Jonesin for you picks of the Limp Bizkit mix So where the fuck you at punk Shut the fuck up And back the fuck up Before we fuck this track up Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' YOU wanna mess with the Bizkit You can't mess with the Bizkit Cause we get it on Everyday and everynight See this platnuim thing right here Well we're doin it all the time So you better get some better beats And uh get some better rhymes We got the game set So don't complain yet 24 7 never beggin for a raincheck Old school soldiers Blastin out the hot shit That rock shit Let 'em bounce in the mosh pit Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Hey ladies Hey fellas And the people that don't give a fuck All the lovers all the haters And all the people that call themselves playas Hot mammas pimp daddies And the people rollin' in the Caddies Hey rockers hip hoppers And everybody all around the world Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Move in now move out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in now breath out Hands up now hands down Back up back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
freak baby, freak freak baby (x2)
red light, green light (x3) you ready to roll? tell me when youre ready to go (x2) i got the keys baby, put your mind at ease baby go playa, layin the cheese baby i know you bitin, bitin my steez baby but i came, came to please baby dont wait, lay the greeze baby dont flake, shake the knees baby your fellas mad at me baby, oh well, enemies baby whos braggin they raggin on me baby? whos breath is draggin on me baby? who steps through all agony baby? whos checks are bigger than me baby? who thinks before it goes down baby? who rocks in every town baby? i dont know if it aint me must be a clone on this microphone baby chorus red light, green light (x3) you ready to roll? tell me when youre ready to go (x2) (you know im down and ready to go) jump in the who ride, slide to the rhythm of snoop d.o. double g nigga from the dub i represent it to the fullest everywhere i go guaranteed to bust a ho, yeah im so original i dont have to, i told you from the get go i like to lay low with my niggas blowin endo we like to drink, talk shit, and spit at bitches and thats the way we do it, sometimes we hittin switches in the low-rider slidin to the hood and back its snoop dogg in the muthafuckin cadillac they call it snoop deville for real i get the money and i never ever pop no pills i used to popem, im lyin to these motherfuckers now i used to do all kind of shit when i was wild they used to call me lil bow wow now im big bow wow in this motherfucka bustin a freestyle snoop dogg is in the place to see, do it with my nephew freddy d ooh wee, in the place to see snoop d.o. double g from the d.p.g.c. chorus freak baby, frea |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
[ringmaster:] "step right up, step right up everyone. whether you're good or bad, happy or sad,
whether you're an emotional wreck, or a blissful speck in the black hole of an existance we call life. step right up, and witness something you will be soon to never forget. feast your ears on the most ferociously soothing waves of sonic communication to ever be created. built for you by the master..." [fred:] "hey!" [ringmaster:] "...built for you by the mast..." [fred:] "hey, shutup already, what is it?" [ringmaster:] "what is it?" [fred:] "um... yeah, dog. what is it?" [ringmaster:] "what is it?" [fred:] "dude, chill man." [ringmaster:] "it... is limp bizkit!" all around the world, you know me all around the world, we know you |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
lately i've been skeptical
silent when i would used to speak distance from all around me who witness me fall and become weak life is overwhelming heavy is the head that wears the crown i'd love to be the one to disappoint you when i don't fall down but you don't understand when i'm attempting to explain because you know it all and i guess things will never change but you might need my hand when falling in your hole you disposition i'll remember when i'm letting go you and me we're through and rearranged it seems that you're not satisfied there's too much on your mind so you leave and i can't believe all the bullshit that i find life is overwhelming heavy is the head that wears the crown i'd love to be the one to disappoint you when i don't fall down but you don't understand when i'm attempting to explain because you know it all and i guess things will never change but you might need my hand when falling in your hole your disposition i'll remember when i'm letting go you and me we're through and rearranged you're no good for me thank god its over you make believe that nothing is wrong until you're cryin' you make believe that life is so long until you're dyin' you make believe that nothing is wrong until you're cryin' cryin' on me you make believe that life is so long until you're dyin' dyin' on me! you think everybody's the same you think that everybody's the same i don't think that anybody's like you (you ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and i won't ) you think that everybody's the same i don't think that anybody's like you be the same just think about it you'll get it |
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from Limp Bizkit - Re-Arranged [single] (1999)
Just think about it
Just think about it Lately I've been skeptical Silent when I would used to speak Distant from all around me Who witnessed me fail and become weak Life is over whelming Heavy is the head that wears the crown I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain Because you know it all and I guess things will never change But you might need my hand when falling in your hole Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of You and me we're through A rearranged It seems that you're not satisfied Too much on your mind So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find Life is over whelming Heavy is the head that wears the crown I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain Because you know it all and I guess things will never change But you might need my hand when falling in your hole Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of You and me we're through And rearranged You and me we're through And rearranged You're no good for me Thank God it's over You make believe That nothing is wrong until you're cryin' You make believe That life is so long until you're dyin' You make believe That nothing is wrong until you're cryin' Cryin' on me You make believe That life is so long until you're dyin' Dyin' on me You think everybody's the same I don't think that anybody's like you You think that everybody's the same I don't think that anybody's like you |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
I rip shit like a bow when I flow
When I score points with the joints that I throw Cause I flow deadly I'm no punk see I break backs, make tracks and get funky There's now where to run to cause nobody cares MC's drop to your knees, say your prayers The luck of the Irish is about to kick in Prepare to die and notify your next of kin I'm goin' all out, buck, duck and call out That's how I'm livin, punk you better call out This is the House of Pain To come inside is insane * I'll put your head out (4x) Jump up spread out I'll put your head out I'll put your head out Put put your head out Jump up spread out I'll put your head out Hey what up punk?(punk) I'll put your head out Who steps the booze When the hoods wanna take a cruise They're feelin' the effects of the booze Ain't no clues to hold with them fools Who got smoked even though they scrat crews You got bruise but I got the booma Trigger to blast ya askin the bull Take my life shit, I'll take you to school In the do what's the difference if your think of droppin Jews Carbon copy think you're so cool Stop dreamin' and hallucinatin' You're caught up in a piece of pain Clip clip, punk, now you're thinkin' oh shit Quit while you're ahead before I fill you full of lead *Repeat Blessed with the gift, and gifts with the rhyme I never say quit when I'm out to get mine It's live and let die, sit back and get high Smokin' a fat blunt, waitin' for some punk To act up like he's got somethin' in him Then I grab the mike and start spittin' out venom Coughin' up headstones, blowin' out headphones Steppin' to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone It's nothin' personal, that's how it goes, G Step up with beef, and you'll wind up losin' teeth Cause I don't give up the mike that easy Step back, this ain't government cheese, G You can stand in line, but you ain't gettin' it Talk all the shit you want, but I ain't sweatin' it *Repeat |
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Yea, check it out now
Everybody check it out now Yo, I got the corn beef I got the moz I got the shotty Ay yo, I got the buck shot Ay yo, I got the burgers I got the grill If you're steppin' up next Ya better flex that skill The House Of Pain is in full effect Everybody in the place give full respect If your girl's in the house keep the ho in check And if I'm bustin' off caps, you better hit the deck Steppin' on stage with the fly routines I'm hemmin' up suckers like bell bottom jeans I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish style The money back guarantee, I make it worth your while I'm layin' out fools like kitchen tile You come around with a frown, and ya leave in a pile Step back man, I ain't a black man But everytime I grab the mike I rock a phat jam Without the Slimfast, and if I skim past You know I step up and get a ho with gym blast I give her what she wants, even if she fronts The Hill is down with the House, they got the philly blunts Ya know we roll 'em up, and then we light 'em up And then we puff them up and pass them So Danny Boy blasts 'em I got the shell-toed Adidas, with the fat strings The Celtic crosses, and the claudor rings The straight edges razor and the marther pump You heard me shit clickin', now it's time to jump Jump around just like a frog on a log Fuck the Dukes because I like Boss Hogg I'm hittin' home runs like my man Wade Boggs And if you try to act stupid, I'm droppin' the dogs Every time I go to town People start kickin' my dog around It makes no difference if my dog's a hound (hound) You better stop kickin' my dog around * Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit(x4) Now I've droppin' records since the age of seventeen First I came solo, but I now I got a team It's the four man crew, with the Irish stew You catch us puffin' on a blunt, and sippin' a brew What's up with that brew, man, hurry up and finish Now grab the bar maid and order me another Guinness You can drink the Guiness while I'm sippin' on the mickeys When it comes to hookers, yo, the Everlast is picky Always got my hat in case I come across a quicky And when I do my shows I get the hoes all hot and sticky The House Of Pain is in full effect, yea I say the House Of Pain is in full effect You know the House Of Pain is in full effect, yea And anyone who steps up is gettin' wrecked *Repeat(x2) Check it out now! Owww! I said the House Of Pain! We out |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
Uh, come on fool.
Yeaahh! Ah, ah, got that shit. Straight comin' at ya. To criticize is critical when diggin' on my concept Rhythms keep on buildin' like a smog. Gotcha' runnin' from tha' law. Maybe it's that low end smothered with tha' free-style. Maybe it's tha' thought of being on the bottom of tha' pile. Styles piled to the sky lines. Keep 'em on the sidelines Chokin' on my fly rhymes. You need tha' heimlich maneuver. This ain't no joke. You're gonna choke When I'm singin' it to ya'. When do you decide? (you decide) Then then you can know in your mind. (you decide) When do you decide? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight on the mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight. Breaker breaker 1-9 spittin' out that skill. Suicidal punk lemme know you're real. I'm walkin' on a thin line with a sticky bass line. Now you're stuck with tha' flow runnin' through your mind. So if you're crossin' over, let me know you're real. With them flecks on your neck, now you got the feel. I rumble like tha' thunder. This time you're goin' under. Lemme know then, what the fuck is even going down? (down, down, down) I listen to 'em stereotype and then complain. I can't refrain from bringin' on the pain. When do you decide? (when did you decide) To be narrow in your mind. (when did you decide) When do you decide!? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep the grip tight on tha' mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep tha' grip real tight, oh. That's it, that's it. Somebody told me to turn down that volume. I'm gonna bring that beat back. And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass, I'm gonna bring that beat back. And when they tell me to turn down the vocal, I'm gonna bring that back. And when they tell us to shut tha' fuck up! I'M GONNA BRING THAT BEAT BACK!! Yeah, gonna bring that beat back! Woah, gonna bring that beat back! Wahh, gonna bring that beat back! You, you, you said, "Bring that beat back!" When do you decide? Then then you can know in your mind. When do you decide!!? I'll probably never understand! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! I keep the grip tight on tha' mic when I spill! Pollution!! You preach the noise about tha' words that you don't wanna hear! Pollution!! Gonna bring that beat back! We're gonna bring that beat back. (Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it!) I'm gonna bring that beat back, beat back, bring that beat back, beat back, bring that beat back, bring that! So shut tha f..... Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, etc... (Fred, shut up alright. This is me tellin' you to shut up) Bring that fuckin' beat back! (Shut up!) you sucker! Fuckin' sucker. (Fred, shut tha' fuck up!) Song. We're done. |
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from Limp Bizkit 4집 - Results May Vary (2003)
are you ready?
Ooooo c’mon Ain’t it funny how time flies, huh? out of sight, out of mind (yeah right) once again back it’s the incredible Subliminal the infredible d once down in the dirt, now I ain’t even gotta shave when I’m goin to work aight, looks like I’m drinkin tonight, tomorrow I’ll be sippin’ on some pedialite (c’mon) rock, rock to the planet rock, don’t stop (c’mon) rock, rock to the planet rock, don’t stop (c’mon) ain’t it funny how time flies, huh? chit chatter, that shit don’t matter check the flow, I organically grow, like the weed I for sheezy, be letting ya know ooh… yeah, kinda feelin’ horny, who that is? what it say? what it look like? “20 eyes in my head” misfit and I ain’t never gonna change. (c’mon) …don’t think you know what the hell I’m all about (phenomenon, something like a phenomenon) …don’t think you got my shit all figured out (phenomenon, something like a phenomenon) I’m a make ya bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like somethin’ like this ok chaps, let’s take it from the top, go all you hollywood rockstars hollywood ass, wishin’ you had big cash rollin’ like your pimpin’ but you ain’t really got shit goin’ ‘cuz you ain’t limpin’ like the bizkit you’re just sittin’ on the sidelines you just a fake kid, if there’s a title then I’ll take it who-yah hit ya with the boo-yah… and I ain’t fuckin’ plain’ around rock, rock to the planet rock, don’t stop (c’mon) rock, rock to the planet rock, don’t stop (c’mon) …don’t think you know what the hell I’m all about (phenomenon, something like a phenomenon) …don’t think you got my shit all figured out (phenomenon, something like a phenomenon) I’m a make ya bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this what would you do, if this was the end of the world? (tell me what would you do) what would you do, if this was the end of the world? (tell me what would you do) what would you do, if this was the end of the world? (tell me what would you do) what would you do, if this was the end of it all? want me tell you what I’d do? c’mon. I’d turn it on up, (oh yeah?) and I’d shut it on up (oh yeah?) and I’d bring that beat back (oh yeah?) aight then bring it on back, go I’m a make ya bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this bounce ba bounce ma ma ma move ma move ba ba ba break you off a little somethin’ like this it’s limpbizkit baby. |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
VERSE:
Cockni O'Dire Watch out, bust the style I be kickin' I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins Return of my dragon, pants be saggin' Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin' My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted From the phat back of blade, I must consume 'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you VERSE: Divine Styler VERSE: Cockni O'Dire I bow my head to the east five times a day I put my face in the dirt every time I pray To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover I'm steady rollin' with my head ***** up 'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest The black 850 representin' my status Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still VERSE: Divine Styler VERSE: Cockni O'Dire I said take me from your House of Pain See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane So put down your juice, pass your jinn Push up on a skin, I begin to win There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn Push up on a skin I begin to win There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win VERSE: Divine Styler |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
Ladies and Gentlemen (2x)
Here's the new shit I'm on We can all get along But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead Put out ya freakin head That's how I do Because I'm sick like dat And you'll get kicked like dat If ya fakin' the funk I got a trunk full of beats And a head full of rhymes I got stains on my sheets From all the good times That I spent with ya Hookers Some were good lookers And some were just stunts After too many blunts Ya got ya arm around ya girl But don't make me laugh kid Gettin steam pressured Your girl's schemin' on the grafted Jail faced Celt Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit (3x) I'm on some Milky I don't care shit I don't care... It's the return of the livin dead Put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin' Ask any girl I'm stickin Back once again I never shot the heroin Or hit the glass pipe Ass wipe Stop the rumor I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon I'll leave your shit all swollen Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin' The Soul Assassainator'll Get ya open like a crator I'm down with psycho vader cause I'm flava' like a plate a' Corn beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set Don't do nuthin' you'll regret Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water I'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter Chorus I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House With the Mickey Mouse I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off Pullin' on the trigger Ain't nuthin brave But I'm a sick fucker Like a red-neck trucker And I just might buck ya down You're starin' down my barrel So ya jump around Ya try to get away But I'm too quick to pull So don't try to gas me Punk, my tank's full I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel Punk we can duel I'll take ya ass to school Then break down the lesson Here's the pop quiz I get's top billin' You can ask Iz Chorus |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
You wanted the worst
You've got the worst The one, the only Limp Bizkit We could've stopped You wanted the best? Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD! Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit! Balls made of steel But don't hit me in the nuts though Limp Bizkit's in the house! You ain't shit! Guest: Les Claypool (Primus) Hit me! Fire cracker So there you go Fifteen of your hard earned dollars, right out the window Most epxensive piece of plastic Ive ever come across Fifteen dollars Fifteen dollars On a shoddy piece of plastic There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masterbator You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him Hello? Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad My poppy gavew my nose a tweak, and told me I was bad Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose The biggest word, that you've ever heard, and this is how it goes Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious Ah, those were the days I don't know You got any more of that ... So what did you think, you were getting a Celine Dion record? No no no young bucky You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye Limp Bizkit? I dont think so Fred Durst? I dont know But what the hell, I got paid Goodbye now Prop the DJ (removed from final release) Rock the house DJ Lethal rock the house Limp Bizkit rock the house DJ Lethal rock the house |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
You wanted the worst You've got the worst The one, the only Limp Bizkit We could've stopped You wanted the best? Then don't get the fuckin Backstreet Boys CD! Cause in this house it's Limp motherfucking Bizkit! Balls made of steel But don't hit me in the nuts though Limp Bizkit's in the house! You ain't shit! Guest: Les Claypool (Primus) Hit me! Fire cracker So there you go Fifteen of your hard earned dollars, right out the window Most epxensive piece of plastic Ive ever come across Fifteen dollars Fifteen dollars On a shoddy piece of plastic There is it, Limp Bizkit in all its glory Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive masterbator You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him Hello? Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad My poppy gavew my nose a tweak, and told me I was bad Then I learned a brilliant word, saved my aching nose The biggest word, that you've ever heard, and this is how it goes Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Even thought he sound of it is something quite atrocious Ah, those were the days I don't know You got any more of that ... So what did you think, you were getting a Celine Dion record? No no no young bucky You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your fifteen bucks goodbye Limp Bizkit? I dont think so Fred Durst? I dont know But what the hell, I got paid Goodbye now Prop the DJ (removed from final release) Rock the house DJ Lethal rock the house Limp Bizkit rock the house DJ Lethal rock the house
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from House Of Pain - House Of Pain (2005)
Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out!
The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil But that's just because they don't know what I know And that's just because they can't flow like I flow I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay And knock your motherfucking fronts out Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out I turn the little scunts out And I got the hookers callin' me pops Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen I bed the wenches cause you know I'm a pagan The House Of Pain, that's the name of my crew You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin' You need to start puffin' and relax Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show * Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house I said Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house One for the road, this is one for the road For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road Tura lura lura, tura lura lie Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight Step up, your blood, I spill it Put on the beat, I kill it I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color's green But I'll beat ya black and blue, cause I'm always with my crew *Repeat(x2) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from House Of Pain - Same As It Ever Was (2001)
I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider chorus(4x) I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me chorus(4x) |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
I came into this world
as a reject Look into these eyes Then you'll see the size of the flames Dwellin on my past past It's burnin on my brain ah Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain Hey I think about the day days My girlie ran away with my pay When fellas came to play play Now she's stuck with my homies that she fucked And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Should I be feelin' bad no Should I be feelin' good no It's kinda said I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhood And you would think that I'd be movin' on move it But I'm a sucker like I said Fucked up in the head not And maybe she just made a mistake And I should give her a break But my heart will ache either way Hey what the hell what you want me to say I won't lie that I can't deny I did it all for the nookie c'mon The nookie c'mon So you can take that cookie And stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your I did it all for the nookie c'mon The nookie c'mon So you can take that cookie And stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your Why did it take so long Why did I wait so long huh To figure it out but I did it And I'm the only one Underneath the sun who didn't get it I can't believe that I could be deceived but you were Not by my so called girl but in reality She had a hidden agenda She put my tender heart in a blender And still I surrendered hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump hey Like a chump I did it all for the nookie c'mon The nookie c'mon So you can take that cookie And stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your I did it all for the nookie c'mon The nookie c'mon So you can take that cookie And stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your I'm only human It's so easy for your friends to give you their advice They'll tell you just let it go It's easier said than done I appreciate it I do but Just leave me alone Leave me alone Just leave me alone And nothing gonna change You can go away I'm just gonna stay here And always be the same And nothing gonna change Cuz you can go away And I'm just gonna stay here And always be the same And nothing gonna change Cuz you can go away I'm just gonna stay I did it all for the nookie c'mon The nookie c'mon So you can take that cookie And stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your I did it all for the nookie c'mon The nookie c'mon So you can take that cookie And stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your yeah Stick it up your |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 1집 - Three Dollar Bill, Y'All $ [Explicit Version] (1997)
Shut up!
Go away! I'm so sick of them deadlines. I cannot stand why them maniacs are hittin them headlines, And even though I don't know ya'; Through my lyrics I'll show ya' Tha' sanity's over. Cause people say I'm bugged out. So you won't defend, your in tha' dugout My business, stay the fuck out! All I know is that tha' beat goes on, tha' beat's tha' same 'Til tha' day I'm gone. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Nobody owes me a thing. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Maybe I'll go eat worms. I'm so sick of tha' world now. It's all these people baggin' my identity. Now I'm tha' enemy runnin' at tha' mouth again We'll settle up when you step into tha' south my friend. Your tha' big one, your tha' good one, I'm tha' bad one. That's so sad son. Cause I'm runnin' nowhere. Ya' send them black sheep everywhere. Ya' need to drop that guard, and it ain't that hard! Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Nobody owes me a thing. Nobody loves me!! Nobody cares. Nobody loves me!! Maybe I'll go eat worms. Oh, I'll go eat some worms. What's tha' matter with this? Someone's sure to find me. No exceptions for this (no exceptions) So many times I fall through. No one has ever warned me. Life seems so meaningless. When ??? your inner strength. Ohhh, I'm such a piece a' shit. Oh, you're so perfect! Oh, you're so perfect!! Oh, you're so much better than me! So much better than me!! YOU SUCK!!! Nobody loves me. Nobody cares. Nobody loves me. Maybe I'll go eat worms. |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
I'm convinced that you hate (that you hate)
You hate me, you like (you like) You like to see me cry It's already a proven fact That you hate and you wait On me to die It's so scary I find it hard to confine I will make you see it my way You give, I take You say you want to be away from me You bring me I got the reason and I won't let go Take me down I got the reason and I want to know I'm convinced that you (fucked me) Real good. You did (you did) But I won't let go I got my reasons and I'm not leavin' Soon I'll wait on you to lie Please take this time for me to be unforgiven I give my life to you I lay my life on the line for you For you You bring me I got the reason and I won't let go Take me down I got the reason and I want to kno I.. got.. no reason You got no reason No fucking reason And I won't let go |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Went too fast
Way too soon I feel disgusted and you should too It's no good when all that's left is the sex Sex has become all I know about you Memories of those filthy things that we do There is not one single thought that is left after sex with you Should've left my pants on this time But instead you had to let me dive right in Should've left my pants on this time You let me dive right in Wait... it's my ass Your perfume It makes temptation hard to refuse So I guess we undressed To have sex Dirty sex Sex has become all I know about you Memories of those filthy things that we do There is not one single thought that is left after sex with you Should've left my pants on this time But instead you had to let me dive right in Should've left my pants on this time You let me dive right in You couldn't respect yourself I couldn't respect myself I realize that I'm worth more than that Realize I mean more than that Should've left my pants on this time But instead you had to let me dive right in Should've left my pants on this time You let me dive right in |
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from House Of Pain - Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again (1996)
Chorus (x 2)
No doubt Hold tight Till the break of dawn Till the break of light Say yes, yes ya'll To the right beat Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat I be huntin down crews like Pacino in Heat Puttin phsycology in your biology No scientolgy Dianedic anistedic You took bad advise Kid, I'm madd precise When it's time to get nice I heat it up like Spice Chorus (x 2) C'mon lets be real You only think you can deal Cause when I'm holdin the steel I rock shit that make you feel like "Damn that look easy, maybe I could do it" So you take a phat beat And put your wack rhymes to it And God only knows What could make you persue it For those that cant dance Just clap your hands to it Chorus You tell me you the baddest And you get the most cream But tell me whats the status On your self esteem You fronin on your jewels And your Bens And your Lex, All the bodies that you caught And all the Females you sexed Yes, Yes ya'll True indeed The sight of the world Keeps me high on weed Makes my eyeballs bleed but I must proceed Yo that chic's good lookin But she's hooked on speed Buy a first row ticket Watch the vultures feed Get you culture free From the lust and greed Chorus (x 2) |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 2집 - Significant Other [Explicit Version] (1999)
Who can be the boss
Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin up I'm sideways I'm blazin' up the path Runnin on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes Keep the media dykes As re enforcements for the fight And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now Shut the fuck up I'm pluggin in them social skills That keep my total bills over a million The last time I checked it Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it Wait until the second round I'll knock him out They call me big John stud My middle name mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thugs That can't stand the flood What up doc Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot Mr Meth I'm unplugged Learn Temperature's too hot for sunblock Burn Playin with minds can get you state time Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do Our praises do I'm big like easy ya bigbamboo What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What Headstrong deadcon dead by dawn Deadweight they dead wrong Let's get it on Twelve rounds of throwdown Who hold crown Protect land with both pound Limp Bizkit Get around like merry go What's the scenario Comin' through your stereo Why risk it Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Eight essential vitamins and minerals Delicious Word on the street is They bit my thesis Knocked out their front teethes Tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the baseline To provide rhyme Pharmaceuticals Hard as nails to the cubicle Where you find that monster She beautiful Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit Roll on the check Kick a hole in the speaker Pull the plug and inject Mic check So what's it all about Where we gonna run Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes Limpin on the track with Method So get the sunblock You get your one shot Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere prepare You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you forget you're in the zone So shut the fuck up And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack Doodoo is doodoo When it's way down like that Burnin up your brain like a piston So all those who didn't listen Never even knew what they were missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin down Wu Tang Clan for the crown What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What It was over your head all day every day S I N Y 1 0 3 0 4 Wu Tang Killa Bees and the Limp B I Z K I T Gotta know the time Gotta know to rhyme It ain't easy bein greezy In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness We gone Peace |
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from Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around [single] (2000)
Who can be the boss
Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin up I'm sideways I'm blazin' up the path Runnin on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes Keep the media dykes As re enforcements for the fight And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now Shut the fuck up I'm pluggin in them social skills That keep my total bills over a million The last time I checked it Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it Wait until the second round I'll knock him out They call me big John stud My middle name mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thugs That can't stand the flood What up doc Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot Mr Meth I'm unplugged Learn Temperature's too hot for sunblock Burn Playin with minds can get you state time Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do Our praises do I'm big like easy ya bigbamboo What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What What's that I didn't hear you Come on a little louder Everybody N 2 Gether now What What Headstrong deadcon dead by dawn Deadweight they dead wrong Let's get it on Twelve rounds of throwdown Who hold crown Protect land with both pound Limp Bizkit Get around like merry go What's the scenario Comin' through your stereo Why risk it Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Eight essential vitamins and minerals Delicious Word on the street is They bit my thesis Knocked out their front teethes Tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the baseline To provide rhyme Pharmaceuticals Hard as nails to the cubicle Where you find that monster She beautiful Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit Roll on the check Kick a hole in the speaker Pull the plug and inject Mic check So what's it all about Where we gonna run Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes Limpin on the track with Method So get the sunblock You get your one shot Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere prepare You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you forget you're in the zone So shut the fuck up And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack Doodoo is doodoo When it's way down like that Burnin up your brain like a piston So all those who didn't listen Never even knew what they were missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin down Wu Tang Clan for the crown What's that I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up What What What's that I didn't hear you Come on a little louder Everybody N 2 Gether now What What |
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from Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around [single] (2000)
Who can be the boss?
Look up to the cross Stranded, in the land of the lost Standin up I'm sideways I'm blazin up the path Runnin on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode Dashin all the- meteor strikes Keep the media dykes As re-enforcements for the fight And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone Tangled on his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? Method Man: Tical Fred: Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now Method Man: Shut the fuck up! Fred: I'm pluggin in them social skills That keep my total bills over a million The last time I checked it Thank god I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it Wait until the second round and I'll knock him out Method Man: They call me big John stud My middle name mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thugs That can't stand the flood What up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged Learn Temperature's too hot for sunblock Burn Playin with minds can get you state time Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind Killa bees in tha club when there's ladybug Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut her up Life is love all day till they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do Our praises do I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! Method Man: Headstrong, ????? Deadweight they dead wrong Let's get it on Twelve rounds of throwdown Who hold crown? Protect land with both ????? Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go What's the scenario? Comin through your stereo Why risk it Lifestyles up the prolific and gifted Eight essential vitamins and minerals Delicious Word on the street is They bit my feces Knocked out their front teethes Tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the baseline ????? Pharmacuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle Where you find that monster She beautiful Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit We're on the set Kick a hole in the speaker Pull the plug and then jet Fred: Mic check So what's it all about? Where we gonna run? Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes Limpin on the track with the Method So get the sunblock You get your one shot Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere prepare You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you forget you're in the zone Method Man: So shut the fuck up! Fred: And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack Method Man: ??? Fred: When it's layed out like that Burnin up your brain like a piston So all those who didn't listen Never even knew what they were missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin down Wu-Tang Clan for the crown Method Man: What's that, I didn't hear you Shut the fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! Method Man: It was over your head all day every day S-I-N-Y One Oh Three Oh Four Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T's Gotta know the time Gotta know to rhyme It ain't easy bein greazy In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness We gone Peace |
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from Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit 3집 - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water [Explicit Version] (2000)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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from Limp Bizkit - My Way Part 1 [single] (2001)
You think you're special you do
I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me look down on me walk around on me Just one more fight about your leadership And I well straight up leave your shit Cause I've had enough of this and now I'm pissed This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Just one more fight about a lot of things And I will give up everything to be on my own again Free Again This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know When you're gonna go Just one more fight and I'll be history Yes I will straight up leave your shit And you'll be the one who's left missing me This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway This time I'm a let it all go now This time I'm a stand up and shout I'm a do things my way it's my way My way or the highway Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know but you never know When you're gonna go Someday you'll see things my way Cause you never know when you never know |
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