Wasted Youth - Punk For A Day

Artist: Wasted Youth
Music Album: Reagans In
(Music Song Lyrics):
You will never find me if you want to catch me
Cause you'll never find me it's a game of hide and seek
You will look for me but you'll never find me
Cause now I'm gone for good
(repeat verse
Wasted Youth lyrics, Wasted Youth Punk For A Day lyrics, Wasted Youth Punk For A Day mp3 song
Wasted Youth Punk For A Day

Bis: Punk Rock Points

Artist: Bis
Music Album: Music For A Stranger World
(Music Song Lyrics):
Don't tell me what i should be listening to
'cos if i like it i'll be screaming next to you
If it's a passion i'll go wherever i choose
Punk rock doesn't just belong to you

I won't let go
I want it more
I feel your stare but it won't move me
I won't let go
I want it more
I feel your stare but it won't move me

Think you know me, you've never opened your mouth
If you point i'll break your finger off
Segregation's nothing new to me
Maybe your idols won't like your snobbery

I won't let go
I want it more
I feel your stare but it won't move me x4

We need evil and cerebral
Keep on scoring punk rock points

So upset by what is in your sight
It's oh so precious and it's just not right
Repetitive and now i expect it
Just boring won't put me off one bit

I won't let go
I want it more
I feel your stare but it won't move me x6

Bizkit Limp: Doing Time On The Rock Line Performed only on

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Notes: This song was done live on 93.3 Jacksonville radio.
It's a one time only performance. Notice that the lyrics are
mixes of "Show Me What You Got", "Counterfeit", and "Cambodia".
Also, the lyrics were required to be somewhat clean for radio,
I think you'll notice where the band had to change some words.)

3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum 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, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.

But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys

Bizkit Limp: Cambodia

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Live
(Music Song Lyrics):
Are you ready?
Then GET THE f-ck UP!
Lemme hear some nooooooise

GET UP GET UP(woo hah)

Wait just a minute I see your mouth movin’
But I don’t hear a word that you say
POP! Mish Mosh Up in the brain
I’m on my cycle
Highways, my ways
are up and down like the Dow Jones
I rock these microphones
I don’t exaggerate
Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate
Don’t hate the people just the ‘tudes
the attitudes
So lose the attitude, and I wont be f-ckin’ mad at you
But if ya bitin’ don’t be frightened kid
I’m sorta likin’ whatcha stealin’
Your open wound style needs some healin’
Checked out by my flow
I’m glad ya know
Behind the spunk I got the phattest f-ckin’ live show
You feel the tension
The eyeballs in ya socket
Can’t comprehend how we rock it
Ya can’t stop it
Ya like the ways that we livin’
Ya need it
Your demo tape, punk
I inspect it, then reject it
Who survives at the end of the day?
But too much airplay, huh,
I’m gonna keep it all underground

GET UP GET UP (woo-hah)
WHATTYA KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?
Who’s hot ? Who’s not ?
Who ? WHO ?
Who’s hot ? Who’s not ?

Wait just a minute
I see your mouth movin’
But I don’t hear a word that you say
BUCK! Hand Grenades
Best describe the impactionCan’t get no satisfaction
Ya take it back
What were you doin’ back in ’82?
No need for answers just a thought for your mental
Fallout Shelter
Heltah Skelter
The J Bob bet ya,
the Beatle upset ya
But I’m an easy rider like I’m Henry Fonda
The Kingpin Bizkit
That flows beyond ya
Mental highways, my path ya can’t stop
The unexpected, so check ya roadblock
Go black water, keep on rhymin'
Cause this mic is mine and I’m a keep on shinin’

GET UP GET UP (woo-hah)
WHATTYA KNOW ABOUT THIS, PUNK?
Who’s hot? Who’s not?
Who? WHO?
Who’s hot? Who’s not

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

Bizkit Limp: Cambodia Family Values Tour CD 1999

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Live from Family Values 98 in Kansas City)

Hey! Are you ready...then get up!!
Let me hear some noise!
I see all you motherf-ckers bum-rushing the floor tonight.
Y'all ready to make this motherf-cking place go crazy?
Get up! Get up! Woohah!
Oh...just a minute.
I see your mouth moving but I don't hear a word that you say.
Pop, mish, mosh, up in the brain I'm on my cycle.
Highways my ways up and down like the Dow Jones.
Pass these microphones.
I don't exaggerate.
Keep it real, only speak about the shit I hate.
Hey you people, just the tudes, attitudes.
Lose the attitude, I won't be f-ckin' mad at you.
But if you're bitin' don't be fightin' kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin'.
That open wound style needs some healin'.
Jacked up on my flow, I'm glad you know.
Behind the spotlight got the phattest f-ckin' live show.
You feel the tension.
Eyeballs in your socket.
Can comprehends how we rock it, you can't stop it.
You like the ways that we're livin', you need them.
Your demo tape I inspected, then ejected.
Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.
Kansas City...join me!!
What do you know about this, punk?
Who's hot?
Who's not?
Who?! Who?!
Who's hot? Who's not?
Oh...just a minute.
I see your mouth moving, but I don't hear a word that you say. Do you feel me baby?
Pop hand grenades, best describe the impaction.
Can't get no satisfaction, take it back.
That was you doin' back in '82.
No need for answers, just a thought of your mental fallout shelter.
Helter Skelter, the J while bet ya, the beetle upset ya.
But I'm an easy rider like I'm Henry Fonda.
The kingpin Bizkit, the flows we aren't ya.
Mental highways, my path you can't stop the unexpected.
Check your road block.
Oh, like water, keep on rollin',
Cause this mic is mine and I'm gonna keep on shinin' on you.
I need your help Kansas City.
Get the f-ck up!!
What do you know about this, punk?
Who's hot?
Who's not?
Who?! Who?!
Who's hot?
Who's not?
Woohah! Cambodia

Bis: Icky Poo Air Raid

Artist: Bis
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
icky poo air raid

The music that she wants to play
Is not deemed to be okay
She loves all that weird stuff
That weird people seem to love

She's sick of all the popular bands
Wants something not quite so bland
No more new kids on the block
She loves to hear that disco punk rock

Her favourite band is sonic youth
Well at least she tells the truth
The girls at school they love take that
And mark owen is the name of their cat
The name of their cat

Ooooh ooooh
She's gonna get you
With her icky poo, icky poo

They slag her off constantly
To the latest boyzone l.p
She's sitting in the corner there
Listening to huggy bear

She's sick of all the formula bands
Wants something not quite so bland
No more new kids on the block
She loves to hear the disco punk rock

And then on the way home from school
The girls think they look pretty cool
And join in the repeat to fade
And then icky poo air raid
The air raid

She's gonna get you
With her icky poo, icky poo

Shes gonna tell sonic youth
To get you with her icky poo, icky poo

Hey don't stop the air raid! x4

She's gonna get you
With her icky poo, icky poo

She's gonna tell sonic youth
She's gonna tell sonic youth
To get you with her icky poo, icky poo

Bizkit Limp: Hotdog

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavoured Water
(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 their 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 and f-cked up dads
a f-cked up cop with a f-cked up badge
f-cked up job with f-cked up pay
and a f-cked up boss is a f-cked up day
f-cked up press and 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’s just a word and it’s all f-cked
up like a f-cked up punk with a f-cked up 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, what cha 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 i’m a perfect drug
just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me
ain’t life a bitch a f-cked up bitch
a f-cked up sore with a f-cked up stitch
a f-cked up head is a f-cked up shame
swingin’ on my nuts it’s a f-cked up game
jealously thrills up a f-cked mind
it’s real f-cked up like a f-cked up crime
if i say f-ck two more times that’s 46 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 i’m a perfect drug
just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me
you can’t bring me down i don’t think
so you better check yourself before you wreck yourself
kiss my starfish my, chocolate starfish, punk
kiss my starfish my, chocolate starfish
you want to f-ck me like an animal you want to burn me from the inside
you like to think i’m a perfect drug
just know that nothing you do
will bring you closer to me

Bizkit Limp: Full Nelson

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavoured Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
why is everybody always pickin’ on me?
does anybody really know a thing about me?
but one of these days we’ll be in the same place
in the same place punk, at the very same time yeah,
but when it takes place and you wanna talk shit
then step your ass up and say right to my face
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
i ain’t believing all the shit you’ve been talkin’ about me
don’t even know me and still your talkin’ shit about me
but one of these days i’m gonna catch you in the act
in the act, red-handed caught up in the act, punk
and that’ll be the day the one and only day
to step your ass up and say right to my face
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
so where you at?
where you been?
i’m sure i’ll be seeing you again
‘cause this world is really small
can’t we all get along?
where you at?
where you been?
i’m sure i’ll be seeing you again
‘cause this world’s really small
can’t we all get along?
how pathetic are people who verbally rape us with talking?
we try to ignore them
ignore them until they keep talking
they think that they’re building an empire
without us
but we’ve got the torch now
we’ve got the fire to burn this motherf-cker down down
down down burn this motherf-cker
down down down down
burn this mother-f-cker down (repeat)
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth wrote a check
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth wrote a check that
your ass can’t cash you bet your ass can’t cash,
motherf-cker!
just shut your f-ckin’ mouth!
(bring it on, lethal)
come on

Bis: Icky-Poo Air Raid

Artist: Bis
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(grenade!)

the music that she wants to play
is not deemed to be okay
she loves all that weird stuff
that the real people seem to love
she's sick of all the formula bands
wants something not quite so bland
no more New Kids On The Block
she loves to hear that disco-punk-rock

her favourite band is Sonic Youth
well, at least she tells the truth
the girls at school, they love Take That
and Mark Owen is the name of their cat
is the name of their cat

ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!

the slag her off constantly
totally rate this Boyzone LP
she's sitting in a corner, there
listening to Huggy Bear
she's sick of all the formula bands
wants something not quite so bland
no more New Kids On The Block
she loves to hear that disco-punk-rock

i met her on the way home from school
the girls, they think they look pretty cool
enjoying the repeat to fade
and then the icky-poo A-I-R raid, the A-I-R raid

ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
she's gonna tell Sonic Youth to get you! with their icky-poo! icky-poo!

hey! don't! stop! the air raid!
hey! don't! stop! the air raid!
hey! don't! stop! the air raid!
hey! don't! stop! the air raid!

ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
ooh-ooh! ooh-ooh! she's gonna get you with her icky-poo! icky-poo!
she's gonna tell Sonic Youth to get you! with their icky-poo! icky-poo!
she's go

Bizkit Limp: Hidden Track

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Three Dollar Bill, Yall
(Music Song Lyrics):
Am I freak in the darkness, or am I misfit?
You speak them opinions to sink in so deep.
But its alright, your just an illusion confused by your narrow mind.
Reality is up ahead in tha' distance, but that lack of persistance has left you behind.
Now your reaching for your sanity, cause you' afraid of me, so don't f-ck with me.
You wanna ask me a question? Well I gotta question.
How much longer can I tolerate this shit.
Egos trip when your livin' on tha' flip-side. Drop out of a uterus and died, damn.
I see ya' pointin' your finger, ya' stereotype me cause you don't like me?
Well you don't even know me, punk. You don't know me.

Stereotype me, cause you don't like me

Benzino - Die Another Day

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Benzino]
Lord help us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all about rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my niggas eyes
It wasn't about me and Em, you gotta realise
It's just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is what we here for
Then why ain't the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's good so they say so
EPMD was always gold with no radio
Now it's time to turn the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put this little bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, f-ckin' pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide through then they devide, conquer
And every plantation got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady Records just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat f-ckin' pig
I'm holdin you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he wanna fight, please
Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown clown you, how insane is that
You let em tonguekiss your wife when you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya hear blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell records Marshall when you dead
Motherf-ck make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the streets of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have been killed left in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya f-ckin' mouth
Before I put a glock in yo' mutherf-ckin' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't safe no more (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' back at the candystore
We f-cked up, resort to plan B
f-ck around she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your wife Kim anyway
She's on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a king you a little punk
You the rap david doer the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas ain't with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap Martin
Don't worry I'm a finish what we started
And everybody who wanna scream Pac's name
You don't make a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must survive
You sleep with five O, you walk with the feds
Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you gonna die another day
Benzino lyrics, Benzino Die Another Day lyrics, Benzino Die Another Day mp3 song
Benzino Die Another Day

FRANK ZAPPA - Electric Aunt Jemima

Artist: FRANK ZAPPA
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Ow ow ow ow
Rundee rundee rundee
Dinny wop wop
Ow ow ow ow
Rundee rundee rundee
Dinny wop wop

Electric Aunt Jemima
Goddess of Love
Khaki Maple Buckwheats
Frizzle on the stove
Queen of my heart
Please hear my plea
Electric Aunt Jemima
Cook a bunch for me

Tried to find a reason
Not to quit my job
Beat me till I'm hungry
Found a punk to rob
Love me Aunt Jemima
Love me now
FRANK ZAPPA lyrics, FRANK ZAPPA Electric Aunt Jemima lyrics, FRANK ZAPPA Electric Aunt Jemima mp3 song
FRANK ZAPPA Electric Aunt Jemima

Bizkit Limp: Bring The Noise with Staind

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
feat. Aaron Lewis from Staind

Gimme some guitars punk
Sweet Leth
Limp Bizkit in the house
What f-cken' house?
Seattle baby
Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind

Bring the noise
Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-o said "freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I never really had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cuz my records they sell
'Cuz a brother like me said "well?"
Farrakhan's a racist and I think you outta listin to
What he can say to you what you otta do
Follow for now power of the people say.
"Make a miracle, D. pump the lyrical"
United we stand, all in all, we're gonna win.
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Never badder than bad 'cuz the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cuz the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying
Inside music that the critics are blasting me
For they'll never care for the brother and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war.
We got to demostrate, come on
They're gonna have to wait 'till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black. but we'll see if they'll play this

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is Lethal dose, we call him Leth you know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father or our rock' n' roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin' you call a band man
Makin' a music abuse it but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run DMC first said a DJ could be a band
Stand on it's feet get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LB as well, hell
Records from Fred D still we can rock bells
Ever for ever, Universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Bring that f-cken' noise, and get the f-ck up
Get the f-ck up
Bring the noise
Bring it
f-ck this
Limp Bizkit
f-ck this
In the studio
f-cken Suck ass
Bring that noise
Man f-ck this
Terry Date is a f-cken pain
Everybody shut up and turn the f-cken' tape off

Benzino - No Parts Of Us

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Bobby Brown, Prodigy)

[Prodigy talking]
Aiyyo, you know what I'm saying, yeah
f-ck you bitch-ass niggas you know what I'm saying
Straight like that from the bottom of my heart
Man this is silly
I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean?
f-ck all y'all niggas, straight like that
What up

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown (Benzino)]
Don't start with me (Benzino, B. Brown, Hangmen 3)
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, it's war this night and over run up on ya few
Boss niggas dump bullets and get rid of that crew
You gotta bang niggas out
f-ck that shit is serious
Give it to `em niggas, kid show them how real it is
These punk motherf-ckers get their head pushed, leds bust
Guns on their friends and they feds dunn yeah dunn
Venalate niggas hear `em out
Wear niggas out
Get them before they get you
Open up your eyes, true
Look alive, dunn its not a game
Its not thing for you to get body
Thats why we don't play
So where the bags for the f-ck back
Before I squeeze more shots and murder more bastards

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Benzino]
Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that
Big gat, tiger money, holdin one, get that
Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that
Bring beef where your motherf-cking cribs at
Shove knives in your chest where your ribs at
Get money with my Hangmen, split that
Come thick when we show those guns
Doing 1-6-0 on the Autobahn
Ride all night drink cris til dawn
Tonight we don't care, right from wrong
Anybody wanna kick the same old song
Bitch-ass niggas won't last too long, motherf-cker

[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me

[Bobby Brown]
Meet you overnight
Rest now thats tomorrow
My projects thorough
Tribes with Made Men, now you know
No matter what happened in the barium rocks
Still remain with my pistol in my palm cocked
God damn, country, all shit is sick
Cause shit ain't but a bag full of f-cking tricks
Addition and money in my pocket
So I'm a dip into my bag and grab my motherf-cking clip
Then I'm a break out the door cause I'm mad like f-ck
And I'm pissed off and like get your ass and stick you up
No hold barred and its time to get paid over
I'm broke, ain't nuttin funny I need money

[Bobby Brown & Benzino (Bobby Brown)]
f-ckers want to try and change the game (I did that)
Try throw dirt on my name (You got that)
Storm them for their fortune and fame (You want that)
Twenty karats on my neck, wrist and brain (I flaunt that)

[Hook 6x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You don't want to see that side of me
I don't really care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't f-ck with me
Benzino lyrics, Benzino No Parts Of Us lyrics, Benzino No Parts Of Us mp3 song
Benzino No Parts Of Us

Saafir - Battle Drill

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Boxcar sessionist black magic is
The magnet breakin' 'em down to
Micro fragments. I might go dragnet
Shoot Joe on Friday if I miss I'll
Get your one day won't forget officer
Monday I'm good with gun play I get
Wreck check the boss don't remove
Your firing pin punk 'cause I get
Off - comes the safety freak a clip
Or get plugged with the four - 5th
Off my niggas hip best believe the
Triggers gettin' gripped we stroll
The back doors to the railroad is
Where we go when we flow hell
knows
and elbows are shot thrown don't
blink
an eye gets ruff when I flex the
Ingrim chrome don't even try it.
I'm the arsonist 'cause I'll burn you
With the slug I'm funky plus I got
Carpet fresh in my rug tug a war and
Get dug six feet under floor plans are
banned
Combat hand to hand cowards clocks
Is gettin' cleaned with detergent if
You want to freak a funky flow we
Can splurge it so I'll perk like an
Expert I'll send a flow that'll kill
Bet I won't break a sweat in a
Battle drill

Start ya engines but you look
Exhausted like carbon monoxide
I'm sly
Like a foxeye see me I'll jack you
For your bundle G I'll be lurking
In the rear smirking when you're
Crumbling the hobo Junctionist
function
is to freak the lyrical smoke a
Blunt to the grill till we reach
The spiritual world then get wit ya
Girl dip her like a tea bag up it
another notch for the flea bag king
Queens be freaky fiends don't sleep
and
Fall think the cocks the bomb but like
Tom you'll get brokawf sheer energy
So u know I be stockin' rear entities
Eatin' linto beans and I do reek when
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Saafir Battle Drill

Bizkit Limp: All In The Family with KoRn Follow The Leader

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
KoRn with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit)

Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother f-cker (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man,
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.

Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it,
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what),
You little faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my dick kid,
Like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the f-ck you think you talkin' to?
I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever).
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!"
When halitosis is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers,
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby).
I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod, but you said it best,
"There's no place to hide."

Jonathan: What the f-ck you saying?
You're a pimp whatever.
Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what). Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin',
Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'.
Plus your bills I'm payin'.
You can't eat that shit every day Fred,
Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what, you better your f-ckin' mouth Jon.

Jon: So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: You hate me!
Jon: You know what, it's all in the family.

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna f-ck you up twice,
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice!
You better run, run while you can,
Can never f-ck me up, Bitz Climpkit.
At least I got a phat original band.

Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You).
You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay),
You need a new job (ha).
Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist
And buy yourself a new drill (f-ck you).
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye,
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away (get a gay?),
Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday.

Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep),
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool).
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger)
And all you eat is zingers (zingers?).
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!).
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level.

Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting butt-f-cked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your f-ckin' nut (oh yeah).

Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here).
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh).
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh).
It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover.

Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a f-ckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth.

Jonathan: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
And I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Jonathan: And I love you!
Fred: And I want you!
Jonathan: And I'll suck you!
Fred: And I'll f-ck you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck f-ck you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother f-cker.
Fred: Say what? Say...what

Biz Markie: Hooker Got a Boyfriend

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Verse One]
Aiyyo here's a tale, about a female I once messed with
Or better yet, skins that I swung eps with
Face full of grace, waist shaped like Vanessa
Del Rio, oh-me-oh, my but the heffer had
big juicy lips, wide hips you had to call fat
Stacked back to mack, yo the hooker was all that
and lots more, and baby girl I had the hots for
But I'm really not sure, who she spread the twat for
Heard it was a kid across town named Hector
But I don't give a heck, so I still went and checked her
on the down low, he ain't around so
Out of sight, out of mind, get your coat and let's go
So we dipped, hopped in the whip and we was gone
Off to City Island cause they had it goin on
Two yuks a foo, now the mood was set
Caviar at the bar, Red Star, Moet
Silk suits, spendin loot like a straight up mack
When I felt somebody finger tappin me on my back
And turn around quick, but before I could begin
All I seen was a big mac-10, aiyyo it's her boyfriend

[Chorus]
"Hooker got a boyfriend!"
"Why do she do this boyfriend?"
"Ohh ahhh.. why do she do this boyfriend?"

[Verse Two]
Check it, yo
I broke camp, ran like a champ, yep I jetted
Off to the trunk for the pump, time to set it
Money kept screamin some CRAP that I dissed him
So I started lettin off {*gunshots*} but I missed him
Honey got scared, and called the five-oh
So yo, you know the half Dukes, time for me to go
Cause I ain't the type to be doin no bid
For a dame or a lame-brained punk Spanish kid
So I chill, call the hooker up the next day
She told me come over yo, bet I'm on my way
Be there in a sec, yo I'm not too far
She said, "Park around the back so he don't see the car"
Met me at the door wi