Arrogant Worms - Kill The Dog Next Door

Artist: Arrogant Worms
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I once was a happy man of sound and stable mind,
Then my neighbor bought a dog.
He put a ribbon on it's head to make it cute,
But it still looked like a Chihuahua.
He had me over to watch it sit and beg,
It bit my knee and made love to my leg.
Now it barks all the night and all of the day,
Whenever it's not peeing on my lawn.

I didn't get to sleep last night 'til very late,
The stupid dog barked and grrrrred.
I got up late for work and ran to catch the bus,
But I slipped on a turd.
I was certain it wasn't one of mine,
And that that dog had crossed over the line.
I wanted to exterminate it and all its kind,
From my lovely little suburb....

I'm gonna kill the dog next door, ain't gonna bark any more
'Cuz this is Judgment Day and the little runt has got to pay.
No more turds on my lawn, that stupid mutt will soon be gone
Gonna kill kill kill kill kill kill kill that dog.

I see the little monster in my garden,
So I grab and axe and off I go.
And I try my best to get it,
All I do is sever my big toe.
My neighbor comes outside to calm me,
He says his dog and me should just be friends.
He puts his little pet in my forgiving hands...

Then it starts to bite so I strangle it with all my might,
Oh oh oh oh ooh.

I'm gonna kill the dog next door, ain't gonna bite any more
'Cuz this is Judgment Day and the little runt has got to pay.
No more turds on my lawn, that stupid mutt will soon be gone,
Gonna kill kill kill kill kill kill kill that dog.

Now that stupid mutt's in doggy heaven,
I strangled it to death and now I'm free.
But my trouble ain't quite over,
My neighbor called the cops on me.
I end up at the police s
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Cadillac Moon - In the Kichen With Rosie

Artist: Cadillac Moon
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Noyes, Nugent, Santoriello, Hackford)
Most of the time I'm just an ordinary man. I don't care too much about a
master plan
I've got my work to do and I've got my places to go. Where it all leads to I
hardly ever know
I've learned there's rarely a need for an apology
Every dog has his day but the nights were made for Cats like me
Every dog has his day. Everydog...
I can't recall the last time I felt guilty when I saw the bar clock pointin'
right at 4 A.M.
Life seems to feel so short in the most dangerous times. Five minutes more I'm
gonna cross that fine line
It's just at that moment that you might agree.
Every dog has his day But the nights were made for Cats like me
Every dog has his day Everydog...
There's a little bit of dog In all of us. We blame him for our problems, curse
him for the fuss
One thing is certain every man can say. That he's the only damn dog that will
never stray.
I'm just a regular guy with few crosses to bear. Just tryin' to let the better
side of me get somewhere
But every now and then I feel my spirit sag. Cause the mangy mutt let the cat
out of the bag
I don't know why I keep such bad company.
Every dog has his day But the nights were made for Cats like me
Every dog has his day Every dog has his day
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Sarah Brightman - A salty dog

Artist: Sarah Brightman
Music Album: Dive
(Music Song Lyrics):
All hands on deck
We've run afloat
I heard the captain cry
Explore the ship
Replace the cook
Let no one leave alive
Across the straits
Around the horn
How far can sailors fly
A twisted path
Our tortured course
And no one left alive

We sailed for parts
Unknown to man
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak
Nor fortress hold
Could match our captain's eye


Upon the seventh sea sick day
We made our port of call
A sand so white
And seas so blue
No mortal place at all


We fired the gun
And burned the mast
And rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried
We sailors wept
Our tears were tears of joy
How many moons
And many Junes
Have passed since we made land
A salty dog
The seaman's log
Your witness, my own hand
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FRANK ZAPPA - Dog Breath, In The Year Of The Plague

Artist: FRANK ZAPPA
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[includes music from the World's Greatest Sinner soundtrack]


AY-YEAH . . . AY-YEAH . . .
AY-YEAH . . . AY-YEAH . . .
La la la la la wee-ooo (Ay!)
La la la la la wee-ooo (Woo-pah!)
Bom-bop-bom bom-bom-pa-paw,.
Bom-bop-bom bom-bom-pa-paw, etc.
La la la la la wee-ooo (Uh-uh-hey!)
La la la la la wee-ooo (Yeah-pah-hey!)
Dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit
Dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit

Please, hear my plea!

Cucuroo carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love is
Ready to attack

Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
Ready to attack
Won't you please hear my plea

Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)
Got me to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)
Helps me stealing hub caps
Wasted all the time

Fuzzy Dice
Bongos in the back
My ship of love
Ready to attack
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Carl Perkins - Matchbox

Artist: Carl Perkins
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
Guess I'll never be happy, eveything I do is wrong, yeah

Well let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
When the big dog gets here, tell him what this little puppy done
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I got no matches, got a long way to go
Let 'er go boy, go-go
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Perkins Carl - Matchbox

Artist: Perkins Carl
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
.nf
.po 2
.ps 23
.vs 26
f3
.ce 1
Matchbox (Carl Perkins)

I said I'm sittin' here watchin'
Matchbox hole in my clothes.
*repeat
I ain't got no matches but I sure
got a long way to go.
-------------------------------------
I'm an ol' poor boy, and I'm a
long way from home.
*repeat
I'll never be happy cause everything I've
ever did was wrong.
-------------------------------------
Well, If you don't want my peaches honey,
please don't shake my tree.
*repeat
I got news for you baby, leave me here in
misery.
-------------------------------------
Well, let me be your little dog, till your
big dog comes.
*repeat
And when your big dog gets here, watch how
your puppy dog runs.
-------------------------------------
First Verse.
.ps 15
Note: Key of A, I IV V, with no turnaround to E in twelfth bar.
f1
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Bizkit Limp: Hot Dog

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Limp Bizkit
(Music Song Lyrics):
Ladies and gentlemen... introducing the Chocolate Starfish
And the Hot Dog-flavored water
Bring it on!

Get the f-ck up!
Yeah!
Check... one... two...
Listen up, listen up, here we go...
It's a f-cked up world
A f-cked up place, everybody's judged by thier f-cked up face
f-cked up dreams, f-cked up life
A f-cked up kid with a f-cked up knife
f-cked up moms (moms) and f-cked up dads (dads)
A f-cked up cop with a f-cked up badge
f-cked up job (job) with f-cked up pay-ee-ay
And a f-cked up boss is a f-cked up day
f-cked up press with f-cked up lies
While lethal's in the back with f-cked up eyes
Hey.
It's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Hey.
It's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Ain't it a shame that you can't say f-ck (f-ck)
f-ck's just a word and it's all f-cked up
Like a f-cked up punk (punk)
With a f-cked up mouth (mouth)
A nine-inch-nail -- get knocked the f-ck out
f-cked up aids from f-cked up sex
Fake-assed titties on a f-cked up chest
We're all f-cked up, so whatcha wanna do with f-cked up me
And f-cked up you?
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

Ain't like a bitch (bitch), a f-cked up ditch (ditch)
A f-cked up sore with a f-cked up stitch
A f-cked up head (head), is a f-cked a shame
Swingin' on my nuts it's a f-cked up game
Jealousy thrills up a f-cked up mind
It's real f-cked up like a f-cked up crime
If I say f-ck two more times, that's forty-six f-cks in this f-cked up rhyme
Hey, it's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Hey it's on, everybody knows it's on.
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You like to burn me from the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

oooooowwwaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! hoa!

Listen up baby
You can't bring me (bring me) down
I don't think so, I know so
You betta check yourself
Before you wreck yourself
Kiss my starfish my
Chocolate starfish punk
Kiss my starfish my
Chocolate starfish
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You wanna burn me from the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

Bob Dylan - Obviously Five Believers

Artist: Bob Dylan
Music Album: Blonde on Blonde
(Music Song Lyrics):
by Bob Dylan

Early in the mornin'
Early in the mornin'
I'm callin' you to
I'm callin' you to
Please come home
Yes, I guess I could make it without you
If I just didn't feel so all alone

Don't let me down
Don't let me down
I won't let you down
I won't let you down
No I won't
You know I can if you can, honey
But, honey, please don't

I got my black dog barkin'
Black dog barkin'
Yes it is now
Yes it is now
Outside my yard
Yes, I could tell you what he means
If I just didn't have to try so hard

Your mama's workin'
Your mama's moanin'
She's cryin' you know
She's tryin' you know
You better go now
Well, I'd tell you what she wants
But I just don't know how

Fifteen jugglers
Fifteen jugglers
Five believers
Five believers
All dressed like men
Tell yo' mama not to worry because
They're just my friends

Early in the mornin'
Early in the mornin'
I'm callin' you to
I'm callin' you to
Please come home
Yes, I could make it without you
If I just did not feel so all alone
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Geggy Tah - Shed

Artist: Geggy Tah
Music Album: Sacred Cow
(Music Song Lyrics):
I wanna be honest more than I know how
I wanna be honest more than I know how
So honest I'll surprise myself
Surprise me now, surprise me nowt
Ooh, I'm scared I'm afraid I'm not afraid
I' m a terminal optimistake
Rip off my dog tags
Sleep in the funny farm
Shed my hospital gown
Old MacDonald has a car alarm
Eyi Eyi Eyi Eyi Oh
Shed. . .

I wanna dance more than I know how
I wanna dance more than I know how
So simple I'll surprise my sow
Surprise me now, surprise me nowt
Ooh, I'm scared I'm afraid I'm not afraid
I'm a terminal optimistake
Rip off my dog tags
Sleep in the funny farm
Shed my hospital gown
Old MacDonald has a car alarm
Eyi Eyi Eyi Eyi Oh
Shed
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Peter Gunz - Make This A Night To Remember

Artist: Peter Gunz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Come on bounce (yeah)
Yeah T.W.IsM. fam (uh-huh)
Peter Gunz, Peter Gunz
Big Shaq, Shaq Dog
The rock is for all the females who wanna play
(Yeah), yeah, (wha) one time
Wha-wha-wha-wha check it uh-huh
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha
(Bring it, bring it, uh come on)

(Shaquille O' Neal)
Aiyyo baby clear the way for Shaq
Another hit when you thought I wasn't comin back
I heard you askin all your girls aiyyo where he at?
Well here I am doin damage on another track
Do you really wanna rumble with the big dog?
T.W.IsM. fam, Peter Gunz, Shaq, Ken Dawg
Getting money droppin hits stoppin all y'all
Boy y'all tryin come let me warn y'all
Stall y'all I'ma make it if I'm hot or not
It is the money, ask yourself cause I got a lot
Not bein funny talkin sh.. but I pop a lot
And back it up and catch a breeze in the six-drop
And if it's sunny then I get deep in the kick drum
You think I'm wack baby girl come and get some
And see yourself when Shaq get these hits from
Same source that your man wouldn't bit from
Oh get ready baby

(Chorus w variations)
(Public Announcement)
Get ready tonight
We gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready tonight
It's on baby girl I hope you can remember

(Peter Gunz)
Aiyyo I used to push the a..
Now I push the six with the bows in the back
Funny how the honeys come and pose when I'm at
In the Bronx and the shows where I'm at
You can ask the hoes in my flat
Shaq made a path I came through walkin
Now I'm pushin and got the whole cold stalkin
Feelin me knowin that I'm winning in the beginning
Yo
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504 BOYZ - Them Boyzfeat. Mac, X-Con

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Mac]
Who dat nigga?
What?
Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown)
Mac

[Chorus]
Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz?
you better watch them boyz
Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz?
you better watch them boyz

[X-Con]
See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat
See that nigga in the black he got the sack
See don't f-ck with them niggas when they on they shit
And don't f-ck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard)
See calio boys they don't give a f-ck
But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up
When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass
Run from the taz then hustle and grab
The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt
But they'll f-ck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard)

[Chorus x3]

[Mac]
Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth?
I know them boys know me
I know them boys heard of me
Probally wanna murder me
Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride
But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on
Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin)
Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right
Now get the f-ck before I show you what this mack like
You niggas must be made of (?)
Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on
Tell the D.J. cut the lights on
So we can take it outside and get our motherf-cking fight on

[Chorus]

[Master-P]
They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap
Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a (?)
Coming (?) with two heaters stuck in my britches
You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me
I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end
God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in
Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw
Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so
Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us
It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous
All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference
Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners

[Chorus x2]
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Johnny Paycheck - Take This Job and Shove It

Artist: Johnny Paycheck
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Chorus:)
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman done left and took all the reasons
I was working for
You better not try to stand in my way
As im a walking out the door.
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

Ive been workin in this factory
From now on fifteen years
All this time I watched my woman
Drowning in a pool of tears
And Ive seen a lot of good folk die
Who had a lot of bills to pay
I'd give the shirt right off of my back
If I had the nerve to say

(Chorus)

Well that foreman, hes a regular dog
The line boss, hes a fool
Got a brand new flat-top haircut
Lord, he thinks hes cool
One of these days, Im gonna blow my top
And that sucker, hes gonna pay
Lord I cant wait to see their faces
When I get up the nerve to say

(Chorus)

(Instrumental)

Take this job and shove it
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504 Boyz - Check Em

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Master P)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
I got five on the lips
But I ain't payin for the ass
You just got yo hair fixed
So can you pump a nigga gas
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
C-Murder called you hoes like some f-ckin crash dummies
It ain't love when the motherf-cking sex cost money
I ain't dissin you hoes
I just don't love you hoes
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds
When you swangin on them poles
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
Cause all hoes suck dick
Let me tell you dog hoes you f-ckin with
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
Talk that shit now roll with it
Ya warefare check hoe go get it

(chorus)
(P) Check dem hoes
(Traci) Check dem niggas(4x)

(Traci)
Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
I hold my own ????????
Reppin like you gon shine
Nigga you is a waste of time
Gettin that ho to step to me
I gets down for mine
Me and my girls we don't play no games
f-ck you lames
When you walkin on side of me
I'm bringin you pain
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
Get a grip
Broke bitch you ain't the shit
You know who you f-ckin wit
Drop a baby for you
Nigga you must be sick
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks

(chorus)

(P) Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
(Traci) Who dat call the police
Yo pa call the police
(P) Dem hoes call the poli
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BENZINO - Nobody Liverfeat. Pink

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
See ain't nobody liver
Like DC3 I'm a survivor
I stay candid
Four seat branded
Front standard
Dirt bandit with two cannons (bleow!)
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my mans's
In the studio paid off stanzas
So in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats
All heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
Black ice on the neck and wrist (that's Benzino)
Most hated at the top of the list (that's Benzino)
Hangman with the gangsta hits (that's Benzino)
Top dog that you never forget (that's Benzino)
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame
More friends more foes new Benz new clothes no sleep no doe
Hate to see me doin it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin shit
The one with the six and still poppin the clip

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin my name (Benzino!)
Glad I came
I keep the flame
Call it how I see it
The streets to blame
Tryin do me
Live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit
Real thug shit
Real hip-hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

[Hook: Pink (Benzino)]
Every time you come to town you pick me up, (yeah, Ray Benzino)
Every time you come around you lit me up, (un-hunh, Pink, c'mon)
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night (what)
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Hook fades out]
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Benzino - G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

[Benzino]
Uh.......Hangmen 3 (Gangsta jugga)
Uh huh (Gangsta jugga) Uh huh yo
(Gangsta jugga)

Pray on it sober, I'm just another step closer
Niggas'll ghost ya, found out these'll hurt ya
Play it frank while I lay in the Beam, let the heat roast ya
I'm moralized street solider, I thought the streets told ya
Thug slash beat composer, Nights filled wit freaks and doser
Went from rags to riches, don't f-ck with snitches
My Benz keeps the baddest bitches, huggin the block
Hollow tips sluggin the glock, hollerin "Who let the thug in the spot"
BENZINO!!!!!! (Bitches, clips, guns) Black out, inhale blow it back out [deep breathin]
Take shorty to the 'Tel blow her back out
And y'all motherf-ckers better not act out
I go the cash route, plus bet on mash out
Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out

[Hook:]
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O

(iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa) Chief rocker, whole tribe flooded out
He don't know you better tell your man cut it out
I'm workin with a short fuse you can't put it out
Big money, big guns that's what I'm about
...Deep concentration, I'm at a level that niggas can't get to
Grab a shovel, big meat you might get through
I'm gangsta part gorilla, part pit bull
I never start a situation that I can't finish
In other words this dog means business
Trendsetter, simple and plan, the first in rap music wit a crew on his chain
Still do it for my men behind bars, LIFERS
From Wallpoles to Ricards, push Benz's befo I got my license
And I'm coming for them belts like Tyson
We vultures, street bred, king cobras
Keep focus, smoke weed, sip Coronas
Spit chorus, bitches can't ignore us
The saga ends, you can't do nothing for us

[Hook:]
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O

(iaaaaahahahaa iaaahahahaa) [Scratching]
Most dangerous,
Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent...
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent.....................
Dro in a blunt twist it up, put four in your gut twist you up
You ain't heard not guilty's the verdict [the verdict echoes]
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Benzino GANGSTER

Chubb Rock - The Five Deadly Venoms

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
[verse one - hotdog]
Aiyyo ??, i got the batter, get the mixer
As the trickster will fix ya a batch of rhymes
You know that soothes, like an elixir
And sticks your ribs so let the cheese and wine
Or rather wine and cheese
Cause i aim to please with ease hope the crowd sees
That i'm, the man that loves to flam
And when i step into a jam i just slam like jordan
And this is the world, accordin to me
The capital-h-the-o-the-t, the-d-the-o-the-g
Rockin, heavenly hype and ?? steadily
When i come in to rock'n'roll, i'm sure you will agree
That i got a hype type of style a family
But diggy doc gave it to rob to rock and howie tee
Now, i'm talkin about omega psi phi fraternity
Givin a little history
For some people, their lucky number's 7
For q-dogs, it's 1911
November 17th, underneath the ceilings
Behind the walls of ?thurkill hall?

[verse two - ?]
This is a family affair, rather a gathering of the brothers
United we stand, we're not divided like the others
And when i mention the word divided, you know what i'm meaning
Show a brother something they don't have they start fiending
First the ear-grabbin, then the back-stabbin
This from brothers that i call friends, i'm not havin
The other negative things in a friendship
An occasional whipser, gossip, a loose lip
I once trusted a brother with an eyeful
He told the next man, cause he's livin trifle
But now i'm not worried cause i'm part of a family
United til death simply cause we choose to be
An occasional joke, a diss, or a crowd pleaser
Callin your moms a ?? look-a-like skeezer
Whoever wins the diss battle, respect is given
Fightin over words is not how we are livin
Then there's ?? word i almost forgot
Three-on-one, no heat, but the rumor's still hot
The bro's get a hoe that you know is totally widdit
There's no need to be discrete cause you know she won't admit it
When i think back on the memories
Just like these - is it a wonder that i love the 80's

[verse three - rob swinga]
Well i'm rob, a.k.a. as the swinga
Comedic at times, and a stone-cold thriller
I got somethin to say i'll make it short and sweet
Me i'm the swinga i'ma swing it to this beat
Now i talk to a lot of people with the large vocabulary
Colloquial language i'll use that's secondary
And then there is slang and i would use that third
And i'll say outrageous things that might sound absurd
But - right back into my large vocabulary
I'm the type of guy that'll always be primary
Never secondary, to any adversary
If they want to be like me, on the contrary
They try to compete, but i will always delete
I'll leave them cryin from the agony, of defeat
And when they try to return to repeat
I make them hold on peace signs, say "swinga i retreat"

[verse four - chubb rock]
Well the toad is immensely strong on the instrumental
The lyric can hit and shock the pure metal
Chubb rock has a weak spot, creatin
An iron maiden cannot pierce my skin when i hit top 10
Run for shelter, cause you're gonna fear this tune
More than you feared the age of helter skelter
Watch how we behave, diggity dog and dave
The roadrunner and swinga always sayin that smegma
Is the product of ten intense games of balls under balls
I have professor paul's
Kicking ability, the snake's agility
The ricochet speed of the centipede
And the devilish mind of the scorpion
The lizard is unrealistic and simplistic
And loitering is prohibit, the tune is illiterate
Diggy doc no, ed lover forever my brothers in crime
They watch my back at the drop of a dime.. when we climb
And work and work hard and struggle to stay alive
And strive, the venoms, the five - check this out..
The roadrunner

[outro]
Yo chubbs can we make a little gravy and shit
Can we get ours, whassup man?
Niggaz is takin caravans all the way to north carolina n shit
Whassup wit dat shit? niggaz don't respect my situation
Yo can we make a little gravy chief, whassup?
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Chubb Rock The Five Deadly Venoms

Stradlin Izzy - Somebody Knockin

Artist: Stradlin Izzy
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
by: Izzy Stradlin' and Jimmy Ashhurst
Boredom saturation
It's a never ending clue
Isn't just to fill the time
When there's nothing else to do
She drove on out of New York
She had enough insane
And drivin' just though Texas two days
She ended up in L.A.
Shuffle it all
Shuffle it all, yeah
Shuffle it all
Pack up your life again
A pile of records spread out
The covers still look good
Picture here a Peter Tosh's
startin' down and a smokin' wood
My dog dreaming is running
I see him twitch a paw
My woman playing Dr. Mario
On the TV all night long
Just another cigarette
Staring at the moon, yeah
Then I'm headin' off to bed
Sleepin' without you, yeah
Shuffle it all
Shuffle it all, yeah
Pack up your bags again
It's a long and winding road
Sure enjoy the view, yeah
If you want to see it
Just slow down
You're so welcome to come along
Lookin' for a tune to play
I'm gonna see it again
When the day is over
Try to write you 'bout the rain
Feel the motors winding on
There ain't no news
If you see those old friends out there
Tell them that I send my love
Wake up, time to leave again
Try to find my shoes
Put the luggage in the van
Roll up your Doctor Dolittle
Shuffle it all
Shuffle it all, yeah
Shuffle it all
Pack up your things again
Shuffle it all (Keep movin' along)
Shuffle it all (Keep movin' along)
Shuffle it all (Keep movin' along)
Pack up your life again
Keep on shufflin'
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Stradlin Izzy Somebody Knockin

Bizkit Limp: Crushed End of Days Soundtrack

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
from the End Of Days Soundtrack

It's limp bizkit
And this is how we learn

You can't talk to me
You're not supposed be, in my face
So get the f-ck outta my face
Why you insist?
You gotta talk that shit,
You gotta keep that dog-ass breath
All up in my face

But I remember when,
you would never lie to a friend
cause you were so high,
you were so shy,
you were so f-cked up anyway

life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn

you can't erase me,
I'm alive as I can be, in your face
So get the f-ck outta my face
Why you insist?
just gotta turn out like this,
you're gonna burn out like this all up in my face

but I remember how
you said you want it all and you want it now
cause you were so young,
you were so dumb
you were so f-cked up anyway

life keeps on tickin'
tickin' tickin' into the future
cause this is how we learn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn
somebody better stop me
or at least stop this beat
before we start getting outta hand
cause this is how we learn
and this is how we burn

think about it (think about it),
Think about it (think about it)
Oh my (oh my), where you at (where you at)?
C'mon(c'mon)
I know you feelin' it baby (feelin' it baby)
I know you feelin' that (feelin' that)
C'mon
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
Freak baby, freak freak baby (baby)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
And this is how it should be done (be done)
Cause my styyyyyyyyyyyyle is identical to none
(Identical to none)
outta here (outta here)
I'm getting' the hell outta here (hell outta here)
Limp bizkit style (limp bizkit style)
Hey lethal wait up ( hey lethal wait up

MOTORHEAD - Assassin

Artist: MOTORHEAD
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Die now, no more time
I am death. The hand is mine
Great honour comes to thee

Tonight in my reach
Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin
Your years all dust, speak my name.

Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin
We shall see, as before, you are marked, my heart is pure

Great honour falls to me. I come tonight, the hand is mine
Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin
Your years all dust, speak my name.
Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin

Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin
Desert be thy grave

Thy life be mine to take or save
Mine eye upon thee
I taste thy death

I am assassin
Look well, see my face, I am death, I will not wait.

Great armies shall bow to me. I come tonight, the hand is mine
Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin
Your years all dust, speak my name.
Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin

Assassin, Assassin, Assassin, Assassin

Desert be thy grave
Thy life be mine to take or save
Mine eye upon thee
I taste thy death
I am assassin

And many be thy sins
Thy life be forfeit, the heart within, should flinch now dog
and freeze thy spine, I want thy life, the hand is mine
Now blood, is satisfied

I ride by night, to make thee die
My hand upon thee, my heart is pure
I am assassin
I smiled, I dreamed thy fear
My arm is long to reach thee here
All men shall tremble, their houses fall
I am assassin
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MOTORHEAD Assassin

Bizkit Limp: Fast Way

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And A Hot-Dog Flavoured Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
You are my favourite mutha f-cker
I told you, didn't I?

Trauma makes the world go around.
Does anybody got a problom with that?
My buisness is my buisness
whos gulty can I get a witness.
First things first
the chocolate starfish is my man Fred Durst
acces Holywood life since the kill
a redneck f-cker from Jacksson ville.
Bringin on the dump star funk
a microfone (mashettis?)
In the pack of my trunk rockin so steady
with the he says she says
and don't forget about the starfish navagation system.
Don't hate me I'm just an Alien
with 37 tons of new millenium
Dum didi dum where's that coming from
Miss Aguilera come an get some
Oh no wich way to go
to the dance flo, (in super stereo?)
Have you no mind
I've seen the fight club
about twenty eight times

And I'm a ceep my pants (saggin?)
Ceep a skateboard a spraycan for the taggin
and I'm a ceep a lot o girls ( from my pin vagget)
Cause I don't give a f-ck, livin life in the Fast way

I'm just a crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
living life in the fast way

Another crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
In the fast way

Take two
now whos the starsucka
I'm the starfish
you sily mutha f-cka
puff puff give
the marijuana cig
Oops! I don't even smoke
but I love the way it smells
Heres a toast to the females
( who suck a mom champane) from a seashell
I take a (Gallafid?)
and pop his ass like a sid
with the starfish navagation system
No cheap thrills baby
fill the briefcase
with three dollar bills
I'm just an ordinary run at the mail
fella, spitting out halla mike skills

And I'm a ceep my pants (saggin?)
Ceep a skateboard a spraycan for the taggin
and I'm a ceep a lot o girls ( from my pin vagget)
Cause I don't give a f-ck, livin life in the Fast way

I'm just a crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
living life in the fast way

Another crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
In the fast way

Cus it's so easy, to tell a lie
and it's so easy, to runnin high
but it's not easy, to be alive
So don't be wasting non o my time

It (swallows?) like a cage
and I don't think its fair
and I don't even think
that anybody cares
It'll leave a hole, what!
down inside of me, what!
and It'll leave a scar, what!
can anybody see, what!
That we gotta get it out
gotta get it out
We gotta get it oout
gotta get it out
We gotta get it oout
gotta get it out
And I'm a get it out

With the mutha f-ckin microfone
rockin in my soul
I'ma reall getting wiped
and outa control
I'm a keep it alive
and continue to beat
Fly like an eagle to my destiny

So can you fill me?
Hell yeah!
Can you fill me?
Hell yeah!
Can you fill me?
Hell yeah!
If you fill me mutha f-cka then you say!
Hell yeah!
Then you say
Hell yeah!
Then you say hell yeah I'm living life in the fast way.

Cus it's so easy, to tell a lie
and it's so easy, to runnin high
but it's not easy, to be alive
So don't be wasting non o my time

Yeah bring it on!

I'm just a crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
living life in the fast way

Another crazy mutha f-cka
living it up, not giving a f-ck
In the fast way