Murderdolls - I Love To Say f-ck

Artist: Murderdolls
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
f-ck

well I aint got a f-cking problem I just love to say f-ck
and I dont care who's around me I couldn't really give a f-ck
and I dont care if you're my mother or my motherf-cking father
I couldn't really give a f-ck now that aint my motherf-cking problem

I love to say f-ck when i'm driving in my car
f-ck when I'm walking in the f-cking park
f-ck you if you dont like what I say I love to say f-ck every f-ckin day

I love to say f-ck
I love to say f-ck
I love to say f-ck
I love to say f-ck

well I hope I dont offend you when I say the word f-ck
I guess you had it coming to ya, you're such a worthless little f-ck
and I dont care if you're my mother or my motherf-cking father
I couldn't really give a f-ck now that aint my motherf-cking problem

I love to say f-ck when I'm driving in my car
f-ck when I'm walking in the f-cking park
f-ck you if you dont like what I say I love to say f-ck every f-ckin day

I love to say f-ck
I love to say f-ck
I love to say f-ck
I love to say f-ck

well I aint got a f-cking problem I just love to say f-ck
and I dont care who's around me I couldn't really give a f-ck
and I dont care if you're my mother or my motherf-cking father
I couldn't really give a f-ck now that aint my motherf-cking problem

I love to say f-ck when I'm driving in my car
f-ck when I'm walking in the f-cking park
f-ck you if you dont like what I say I love to say f-ck every f-ckin day
oh yeah

I love to say f-ck
I love to say f-ck
I love to say f-ck
Oh I love to say....

(f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck
f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck)

F.U.C.K every fuc
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Murderdolls - Lets f-ck

Artist: Murderdolls
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I don't wanna' meet your mom and dad,
Unless you'll let me f-ck your mom and dress your dad in drag.

Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!

Bitchslap you slut and I don't care
And when I' m done I'll kick your f-cking ass down the stairs.

Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!

And I don't need a warm and cozy place,
'Cause when I'm done I'll break a f-cking bottle on your face!

Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!

Let's f-ck! (Oh, he's bad).
Let's f-ck! (Oh, yes I want it).
Let's f-ck! (Oh, yeah).
Let's f-ck! (Ohhhhh)

Let's f-ck you f-cking whore.
Let's f-ck you f-cking whore.
Let's f-ck and f-ck and f-ck and f-ck and f-ck and f-ck some more!

Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!
Let's f-ck!

Let's f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck!

I wanna' f-ck
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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

Murderdolls - Love To Say f-ck

Artist: Murderdolls
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
f-ck!

I ain't got a f-cking problem
I just love to say f-ck
And I don't care who's around me
I could really give a f-ck
And I don't care if you're my mother
Or my motherf-cking father
I could really give a f-ck now
That ain't my motherf-cking problem....oh yeah

I love to say f-ck
When I'm driving in my car f-ck
When I'm walking in the f-cking park
f-ck you if you don't like what I say
I love to say f-ck every f-cking day, oh yeah

I love to say f-ck(x4)

Yeah I hope I don't offend you
When I say the word f-ck
I guess you had it coming to you
You're such a worthless little f-ck
And I don't care if you're my mother
Or my motherf-cking father
I could really give a f-ck now
That ain't my motherf-cking problem
Oh yeah

I love to say f-ck
When I'm driving in my car f-ck
When I'm walking in the f-cking park
f-ck you if you don't like what I say
I love to say f-ck every f-cking day oh yeah

I love to say f-ck(x4)
f-ck(x3)
(f-ck f-ck f-ck f-ck)

I ain't got a f-cking problem,
I just love to say f-ck
And I don't care who's around me
I could really give a f-ck
And I don't care if you're my mother
Or my motherf-cking father
I could really give a f-ck now
That aint my motherf-cking problem

I love to say f-ck
When I'm driving in my car f-ck
When I'm walking in the f-cking park
f-ck you if you don't like what I say
I love to say f-ck every f-cking day, oh yeah

I love to say f-ck(x3)
Oh I love to say.....
f-ck(x16)

One nation under f-ck with liberty f-cking justice for all

f-ck!!!
-
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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

504 BOYZ - I Know You Wanna f-ck

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(GUY)You ain't gotta say to much
from the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna f-ck

(GIRL)And you ain't gotta call me your boo
cause as bad as you wanna f-ck
I wanna f-ck too

(GUY)No, no, no you ain't gotta say to much
from the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna f-ck

(GIRL)You ain't gotta call me your boo
cause as bad as you wanna f-ck
I wanna f-ck too

Now you ain't gotta say much
cuz I was beeping you (beeping you)
lookin' at your hips got me thinking
about how deep in you I'm tryin' to go
You heard about "????????????"
I thought I told ya sold ya draws
covered in my balls
I'm known for rippin' pussy walls
I heard you got that kill
I can see all in your grill
Can you ride me like a black Mercedes
And make me say the shit
I never did with other ladies
I gotta woman so I'm not lookin' for love
I've just come to fit your glove
get a couple of "uh" "uh" 's
And I'm out just liek a thug
Ya kno get me on a paycheck
if ya wan' it, it sold ya passion
So get up on it if ya wan' it Woo (Woo)

(GUY)You ain't gotta say to much
from the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna f-ck

(GIRL)And you ain't gotta call me your boo
cause as bad as you wanna f-ck
I wanna f-ck too

(GUY)No, no, no you ain't gotta say to much
from the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna f-ck

(GIRL)You ain't gotta call me your boo
cause as bad as you wanna f-ck
I wanna f-ck too

Throw me on a counter in the kitchen
and baby cool my body with some icecream
clean me from head to toe and bending me over
69 would be the next thing
i wanna taste your body
all night long
from sun up to sun down
i wanna make you moooaannnn

(GUY)You ain't gotta say to much
from the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna f-ck

(GIRL)And you ain't gotta call me your boo
cause as bad as you wanna f-ck
I wanna f-ck too

(GUY)No, no, no you ain't gotta say to much
from the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna f-ck

(GIRL)You ain't gotta call me your boo
cause as bad as you wanna f-ck
I wanna f-ck too

kill a candle
and shoot in the places light won't show
do your time and do it slow
i'll do my own exercises right between your thighs and
it' all very pleasurable
I'll go places he won't go
Let's keep it on the low, low
so he won't know that it's taken to the floor

(GUY)You ain't gotta say to much
from the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna f-ck

(GIRL)And you ain't gotta call me your boo
cause as bad as you wanna f-ck
I wanna f-ck too

(GUY)No, no, no you ain't gotta say to much
from the look in your eyes
I can tell you wanna f-ck

(GIRL)You ain't gotta call me your boo
cause as bad as you wanna f-ck
I wanna f-ck too
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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

Wasted Youth - f-ck Authority

Artist: Wasted Youth
Music Album: Reagans In
(Music Song Lyrics):
We can live our own lives; f-ck authority!
What is wrong we'll decide; f-ck authority!
You need not to fight; f-ck authority!
Stand up for your rights; f-ck authority!
Officials give us too much shit
No longer can I deal with it
They try and push and shove me around
They try and knock me to the ground
They tell me how to act and what not to wear
They say be polite and do not swear
f-ck authority!
Do it just your own way; f-ck authority!
Don't listen to what they say; f-ck authority!
What gives them the right; f-ck authority!
This is America, man; f-ck authority!
Life is laughing in my face
I am sick of the human race
Getting knocked all about
Makes me wanna scream and shout
Don't we live in the land of the free
Give me death or liberty
f-ck authority!!!
This is America, man; f-ck authority!
We can live our own lives; f-ck authority!
Stand up for your rights; f-ck authority! (x2)
f-ck authority Now
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Big Ed f Master P - Assassin

Artist: Big Ed f Master P
Music Album: The Assassin
(Music Song Lyrics):
Master P]

Oh yeah, and to our enemies
We don't hate you but uh, we got a place for ya
Cause uh

Somebody goin die tonight
No Limit assassins goin ride tonight (What's up Big Ed nigga)
Somebody goin die tonight
No Limit assassins goin ride tonight

Uhhhhhh, ha ha
My motherf-ckin guns and my duty nigga
And let me handle my motherf-ckin business

I served an ounce of cocain, and now I'm trapped in this game
So much weed to the brain, got you bangin for change
But I'm a No Limit soldier, tattooed in blood
Federal OZ's sold keys and now heroin and drugs
And this game got me trapped cause I've been bustin at bitches
And I've been standin on these projects countin up keys and kits
And these hoes wanna kill me, see me dead cause I'm rollin
And everything that I ride I pay with cash it's not stolen
Now I don't trip on no bitches and I don't trip on no niggas
You wanted the dope and some cain, now how'm I supposed to deliver
I got my game that's my G, I f-ck with killers and ballers
I live for today and tonight so nigga f-ck tommorow

See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight
See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight

[Big Ed]

I'm on my way to N.O. with four keys of cocain
I got murder on my brain with the trunk full of thangs
P told me meet him uptown, it's time to get dirty (third ward)
Got a bunch of niggas tatted up screamin ya heard me
Got them bout it bout it bitches ready to f-ck
I said it bout it bout it nigga, cause they're ready to bust
Put my guns in the sky (sky), bullets goin fly (fly)
And I ain't satisfied till all my enemies die

[Master P]

See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight
See I'm a soldier for life, give me my duties and my stripes
And f-ck everybody else, and we gotta ride tonight

Now drive nigga
We did that
No Limit soldier!
Woo woo
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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

BENZINO - Figadoh Remixfeat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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BENZINO Figadoh Remixfeat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

Benzino - Figadoh Remix

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.)

[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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Benzino Figadoh Remix

504 BOYZ - We Bustfeat. Ghetto Commission, Krazy

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Silkk talking]
Ok P, I think they done f-cked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down
From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?

[chorus (Krazy) 1X]
These bitch niggas can't f-ck wit' us
We bust
I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.
Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[Halloway]
I'm from that 405 backwards
WhereI fell in these tractors
Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.
I'm from the Terrordome
Where niggas sport hair and bone
And there's one major label in this city, and each is own.
No love for hos
Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed
Set you up
And get cut
And act like they don't know f-ck
I'm from that dirty
Where niggas will kill behind that birdie
We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.

[G-Spade]
War and collide
f-ck wit' us and fo' sho die
HIt yo' block from both sides
GC's sick and tired
These niggas don't play
Thinkin' it's a f-ckin' game
Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f-ckin' brain.
Better ask them niggas do they really want war
They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg
Shit's real
Get your cap peeled
Feel your blood spill
Keep this snub, no steel
Cuz these thugs will kill

[Valario]
It's war wit' this six slugs
Known to sell drugs
Down south, thugged out, never gave a f-ck
Everybody in this muthaf-cka down to bust
504, nothin' but murderas among us
Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers.
TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.
504, the Westbanks comin' real
504, them other niggas know the deal

[chorus 2X]

[Silkk the Shocker]
Nigga can't be f-cked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.
We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.
While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.
If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.
War, we about that nigga
f-ck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga
Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga
Cuz we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much
Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up.
No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.
Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that.
They'll put it there, where your chest at
Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that
I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.

[chorus 2X]

[Krazy talking]
Now
f-ck it
Murder your muthaf-ckin' ass nigga
Ghetto Commission nigga
And that nigga Silkk
Haha, and Krazy
I'm just thuggin'
It's all love, babay
This No Limit shit deep nigga
You niggas can't swim
Don't get in the muthaf-ckin' water
Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch
We don't give a f-ck
It's ain't no love
Nothin' but thugs
DRAMA!
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504 BOYZ We Bustfeat. Ghetto Commission, Krazy

504 Boyz - We Bust

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Silkk talking)
Ok P, I think they done f-cked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down
From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me?

chorus [Krazy] 1X
These bitch niggas can't f-ck wit' us
We bust
I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched.
Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep
The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep

[Halloway]
I'm from that 405 backwards
WhereI fell in these tractors
Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors.
I'm from the Terrordome
Where niggas sport hair and bone
And there's one major label in this city, and each is own.
No love for hos
Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed
Set you up
And get cut
And act like they don't know f-ck
I'm from that dirty
Where niggas will kill behind that birdie
We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me.

[G-Spade]
War and collide
f-ck wit' us and fo' sho die
HIt yo' block from both sides
GC's sick and tired
These niggas don't play
Thinkin' it's a f-ckin' game
Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your f-ckin' brain.
Better ask them niggas do they really want war
They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg
Shit's real
Get your cap peeled
Feel your blood spill
Keep this snub, no steel
Cuz these thugs will kill

[Valario]
It's war wit' this six slugs
Known to sell drugs
Down south, thugged out, never gave a f-ck
Everybody in this muthaf-cka down to bust
504, nothin' but murderas among us
Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers.
TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers.
504, the Westbanks comin' real
504, them other niggas know the deal

chorus 2X

[Silkk the Shocker]
Nigga can't be f-cked wit', dawg, nigga, no way.
We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate.
While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day.
If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight.
War, we about that nigga
f-ck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga
Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga
Cuz we about the figgas
Still about the triggas
To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut
Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much
Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up.
No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up.
Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup
19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck.
Thugged out
NIgga, I love this clout
Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South
See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that.
They'll put it there, where your chest at
Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that
I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that.

chorus 2X

(Krazy talking)
Now
f-ck it
Murder your muthaf-ckin' ass nigga
Ghetto Commission nigga
And that nigga Silkk
Haha, and Krazy
I'm just thuggin'
It's all love, babay
This No Limit shit deep nigga
You niggas can't swim
Don't get in the muthaf-ckin' water
Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch
We don't give a f-ck
It's ain't no love
Nothin' but thugs
DRAMA
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504 Boyz We Bust

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
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Benzino No Parts Of Us

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

Bizkit Limp: He Said She Said

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Break Stuff
(Music Song Lyrics):
Its just one a those days when you dont wanna wake up
Everything is f-cked, everybody sucks
You dont really know why, but you wanna justify
Rrippin someones head off
No human contact, and if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother f-cker
Its just wanna those days

REFRAIN:
Its all about the he said she said bull shit
I think you better quit, lettin shit slip
Or youll be leavin with a fat lip
Its all about the he said she said bull shit
I think you better quit, talkin that shit

Its just one a those days
Feelin like a fraight train
First one to complain, leaves with a blood stain
Damn right, Im a maniac
You better watch your back
Cuz im f-ckin up your program
And if you feel stuck up, you just mucked up
Next in line to get ff-cked up,
Your best bet is to stay away mother f-cker
Its just one of those days

REFRAIN

So come and get it

I feel like shit
My suggestion is to keep your distance
Cuz right now Im dangerous
We've all felt like shit,been treated like shit
All those mother f-ckers
That wanna step up

I hope you know im like a chain saw
I'll skin your ass raw
Aand if my day keeps goin this way I just might
Break something tonight (2X)
Im like a chainsaw
I'll skin your ass raw
And if my day keeps goin this way I just might
Break your f-ckin face tonight

Gimmie somethin to break (3X)

How bout your f-ckin face

I hope you know Im like a chainsaw (what)
A chainsaw (what)
A mother f-ckin chainsaw (what)

So come and get it

REFRAIN

So come and get it

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

Benzino - Picture This

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Foxy Brown)

[Foxy Brown talking]
Ooh-in
Yeah
F-O-X nigga
Made Men
Its official gangsta shit
Trackmasters, that's right
What you know about this?
B.K., yeah
Woo

[Foxy Brown]
While you hoes play rich
I'm a made bitch
It's funny how you bitches forget
Who the don-ga-gun bitch?
Filthy rich and I don't hate
I still throw on some Sean John shit
Ears all rocking, ankle frostbit
Fox to cocky, nigga know your place
Nigga won't f-ck this til I cop a case
Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a classy bitch
A niggas style and my dot six shits
Before I run through prada and skate through the district
Niggas wanna see me on some real flip shit
Cop my biscuit on some f-ck-a-do shit
What, niggas forgot that I'm a B.K. bitch
And it gets no iller than this, cocksucker

[Benzino]
Is it the rocks on my wrist that got you amazed?
Or the cars that I whip that got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin when I rock my braids
And of course y'all know, my niggas amazed
So f-ck what you heard
Its simple and plain
Benzino cock back shit to shock your brain
Can't stop that til I lock this game
Won't hold back, I want lots of fame

[Hook]
[Foxy Brown]
Picture this
Who the f-ck niggas think they are?
F-O-X-Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off
[Benzino]
Picture that
Who the f-ck chicks think they are?
M-A-D-E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gone shop unless its on and pop

[Benzino]
Y'all niggas kill me
Tryin to bang on wax
Fake gangstas
My shit bang on tracks
And before you know it dude
I be bangin your act
You not a real thug
I mean, she told me that
And don't get it twisted cause I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it
I won't hold it back
Me, Benzino, kill you over a bitch?
What?
Picture that

[Hook]
[Foxy Brown]
Picture this
Who the f-ck niggas think they are?
F-O-X-Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off
[Benzino]
Picture that
Who the f-ck chicks think they are?
M-A-D-E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gone shop unless its on and pop
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Benzino Picture This

Children Of Bodom - Hate Crew Deathroll

Artist: Children Of Bodom
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Come on!

Hey! Don't tell us what you want,
cuz we don't give a f-ck about you and your kind.
You! You better take a step back where ever the f-ck you came from.
No! You ain't one of us and to be tag along you're too ugly and blunt.
Why?! Is it so hard to get that we don't need you, stupid cunt!

If you don't know how to resent one another,
to gain the new way of power,
it'll get to the point where no one gives a f-ck
what you may think of us or what you may not.

Stop! Are you ever gonna stop tryin' to be on the way that we wanna go?
f-ck! It's pissing the f-ck out of us when you don't understand the word
'no' !
Now, you're tellin' that you'll win the war that's only battled cuz you're
too dumb to die. That's right! You can take your war and shove it up your
ass, then close your eyes and say goodbye.

If you don't know how to resent one another,
to gain the new way of power,
it'll get to the point where no one gives a f-ck
what you may think of us or what you may not.

We're hate crew, we stand and we won't fall...
We're all for none and none for all.
f-ck you! We'll fight til' the last hit
And we sure as hell ain't taking no shit!
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Children Of Bodom Hate Crew Deathroll