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Posts: 6,585  | "I'm Back" by Eminem That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm Back) I'm Back (I'm Back) (SLIM SHADY!) I'm Back [Chorus: Eminem repeat 4X] I murder a rhyme one word at a time You never, heard of a mind as perverted as mine You better, get rid of that nine, it ain't gonna help What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself? I'm waitin for hell like hell sh-t I'm anxious as hell Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve Thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to, get punked and bullied on my block 'til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox {"Mom! MOM!"} I used to give a - f-ck, now I could give a f-ck less What do I think of suc-cess? It sucks, too much press I'm stressed Too much stares two breasts, too upset It's just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes) Grew up quick (no) was raised right Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is right You think of my name now whenever you say, "Hi" Became a commodity because I'm W-H-I- -T-E, cuz MTV was so friendly to me Can't wait 'til Kim sees me Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect? Read my lips b-tch, what, my mouth isn't workin? You hear this finger? Oh it's upside down Here, let me turn this mother f-cker up right now That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm Back) I'm Back (I'm Back) (SLIM SHADY!) I'm Back [Chorus: Eminem repeat 4X] I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music And if he feeds into this sh-t he's an innocent victim and becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe {*vocal scratches*} My name is Slim Shady I been crazy way before radio didn't play me The sensational {*vocal scratch "Back is the incredible!"*} With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff on the, internet Tryin to, lure your kids with him, into bed It's a, sick world we live in these days "Slim for Pete's sakes put down Christopher Reeve's legs!" Geez, you guys are so sensitive "Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it" Mind with no sense in it, fried to get so frenetic whose eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smokin 'em with my windows tinted, with nine limos rented Doin lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin out all high and indo scented {*inhales, exhales*} And that's where I get my name from, that's why they call me That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm Back) I'm Back (I'm Back) (SLIM SHADY!) I'm Back [Chorus: Eminem repeat 4X] I take seven (kids) from (Columbine), stand 'em all in line Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine a Mack-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine and that's a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time Cause (I'mmmm) Shady, they call me as crazy as the world was over this whole Y2K thing And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing? Am I the only one who realizes they stink? Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think? Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings? It's why I tend to block out when I hear things Cause all these fans screamin is makin my ears ring (AHHHH!!!) So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to Christina Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz it'd be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know this! I'm sorry Puff, but I don't give a f-ck if this chick was my own mother I still f-ck her with no rubber and cum inside her and have a son and a new brother at the same time and just say that it ain't mine, what's my name? That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm Back) I'm Back (I'm Back) (SLIM SHADY!) I'm Back [Chorus: Eminem repeat 4X] [Eminem {*vocal scratching*}] Guess who's b-back, back Gue-gue-guess who's back (Hi mom!) {*scratch*} Guess who's back {*scratch*} Gue {*scratch*} guess who's back D-12 {*scratch*} Guess who's back Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who's back Dr. Dre {*scratch*} Guess who's back Back back {*scratch*} back {*scratch*} Slim Shady, 2001 I'm blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) f-ck
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Posts: 6,585 | "Criminal" by Eminem [Intro] A lot of people ask me.. stupid f-ckin questions A lot of people think that.. what I say on records or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that.. I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, sh-t. . . if you believe that then I'll kill you You know why? Cuz I'm a CRIMINAL CRIMINAL You god damn right I'm a CRIMINAL Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL [Verse] My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress - hate f-gs? The answer's "yes" Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!) That's my mother f-ckin balls, you'd better let go of em They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em Hey, it's me, Versace Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin the mail Get it? Checkin the 'male'? How many records you expectin to sell after your second LP sends you directly to jail? C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!) Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a god damn thing cause I watch TV, and Comcast cable and you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from toppin these charts And you can't stop me from droppin each March with a brand new cd for these f-ckin retards Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. "Don't Give A F-ck," still won't leave [Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)] I'm a CRIMINAL Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime to tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINAL but I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird and keep goin, I don't take sh-t from no one [Verse] My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me I'm a CRIMINAL - an animal caged who turned crazed But how the f-ck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My d-ck shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drink more liquor to f-ck you up quicker than you'd wanna f-ck me up for sayin the word . . . My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk Off of his own employee Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired and my nose is pointy I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die in plane crashes and laughs As long as it ain't happened to him Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em -inem and Kim combined - [*kch*] the maniac's in Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place (Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? I'm a CRIMINAL [Interlude Skit] Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that mother f-cker get the mother f-ckin money and get the f-ck up outta there [Em] Aight I'll be right here waitin on you [Em] Aight Yo Em [Em] What?! Don't kill nobody this time [Em] Awwright. . . god damn, f-ck. . . (whistling) how you doin'? [Teller] Hi, how can I help you? [Eminem] Yeah I need to make a withdrawl [Teller] Okay [Eminem] Put the f-ckin money in the bag b-tch and I won't kill you! [Teller] What? Oh my god, don't kill me [Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you b-tch, quit lookin around. . . [Teller] Don't kill me, please don't kill me. . . [Eminem] I said I'm not gonna f-ckin kill you Hurry the f-ck up! [*Gun Shot*] Thank you! [Verse] Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So I'll be disguised in it And if anybody identifies the guy in it I'll hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business Die, b-tches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet [*dog whines*] If I ever gave a f-ck, I'd shave my nuts tuck my d-ck inbetween my legs and cluck You mother f-ckin chickens ain't brave enough to say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut [*tape unrolls*] Sh-t, half the sh.t I say, I just make it up To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass And if it's not a rapper that I make it as I'ma be a f-ckin rapist in a Jason mask [Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)] I'm a CRIMINAL Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime to tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINAL but I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird and keep goin, I don't take sh-t from no one
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Posts: 3,712 | Chasing Victory - First Steps To Recovery Footsteps marching, and the Soft angel voices singing to the sound of Hundreds and thousands of lives All muted by a wave of the ocean's fury Pack your bags, here we come Pack your bags, here it comes To come and take you away There's an angel begging you to come to her I know the ocean took you by surprise But I don't worry, child it will be alright There's a message to the king It reads of disappointing numbers of the Children who have come home to kiss his ring
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Posts: 5,732 | Mobb Deep - Q.U. - Hectic [Havoc] f..k it kid, whattup Queens in this mothertucker (Tell you I'm bangin tonight kid) (Yo Shorty got a FATTIE right there) [Prod] Queensbridge in the house, aiyyo wordup [Havoc] Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son (Whattup Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin Boo?) [Ty] Whattup whattup? [Havoc] Where Twins and them at yo? (The fattie's bangin!) [Ty] I don't know (damn!) [Ty] I think Twins laid up [Havoc] Aiyyo Son gimme two Hennessee Son I want two Henessee's yo! Straight yo, word up man! *chaos* Aiyyo what up with them Queens niggaz man! Hey, f..k you! What? What the f..k, what? Think they killers or somethin man Ay f..k you money, whattup kid *more chaos* [Prodigy] I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection in scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens mothertucker carrying guns in couples And wilding, a Q-U soldier From Lefrak to Rockaway back to Queensbridge Black it's only crack sales makin niggaz act like that Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10 And rather live the life of crime With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two It's live Boo start sh.t too wild for you Peace to, Baesley, Forty-P get down And when you outta town represent your ground Them niggaz bleed just like us so show em where we come from Queens; leavin niggaz done Son The Mobb gets hectic sh.t is for real up in Queens we get hectic sh.t is for real we abouts to get hectic (3X) [Havoc] As we sling on the corners like we always do Son get that loot quick, spending dough like I never had sh.t I'm living large pushin luxury cars Though that sh.t is outta reach, anybody in my wake gets scarred Permanently bed-ridden And if you're p.ssy, then mothertucker get in where you fit in As I walk around the streets Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you before you blast me That's my philosophy cause nowadays you gotta be relentless Grab my Mac and slap a nigga senseless Don't try to play me if you do you better D.O.A. me Son I got em shook grab a little baby for shields You got drama run for shelter for real Pour some beer for the ill ain't no time to chill Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this Wet em up with the Mac scratch em off my list Show em, the real meaning of drama you never had it Til you bumped heads with the Havoc Ain't nuttin soft or sweat, I lift you off your feet When I .... back the heat, whole crews retreat [Prodigy] Ain't nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet When I .... back the heat whole crews retreat We gets hectic sh.t is for real we abouts to get hectic (2X) [Prodigy] Everything is real inside my mind; these days you can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime A lifetime of street living Throughout the beef I've accumulated many slugs have been given But wilding ain't the way to be living You're only gonna end up bloody on a floor shivering Or locked up, caught inside the beast Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down not far from home And at the same time on the outside I'm representing Still packin heat make you cowards keep stepping Getting high, it's cause of the lye, I can't lie I could move the crowd poppin slugs in the sky Why come around if you afraid of what's over here My man Havoc put the bug in my ear On the real, for real, but wait it gets realer Real like an innocent child that turn killer It's thing like that that only makes things iller and makin cream doin sticks if you ain't a drug dealer [It's] only facts coming out of my mouth feeds As far as I can see these streets is getting sour Q, U, too much drama to get into And niggaz regret when they begin to Regardless of your name or what you been through Pause for a second, open your eyes and think dude Life ain't the game that it seems to be f..k a fantasy I'm leaving in reality Caught up in this untouchable mentality Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories I need to slow down, movin through life at a high speed Watchin all the slow runners pass by me I can see through you, due to, my Queens education Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation The Foundation, the Queens nation Up in Queens, sh.t is for real we abouts to get hectic Word up Shaolin, sh.t is for real we abouts to get hectic Word up kid The B.K., the sh.t is for real we abouts to get hectic KnowhatI'msayin? (No doubt!) And Manhattan, sh.t is for real we abouts to get hectic Up in the Bronx we abouts to get hectic Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world kid sh.t is over dead, Mobb Deep say party UHH KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH
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Posts: 3,831 | LET ME. HELP YOU. TIE. THE ROPE AROUND YOUR NECK LET ME. HELP TO. TALK. YOU THE WRONG WAY OFF THE LEDGE LET ME. HELP YOU. HOLD. THE GLOCK AGAINST YOUR HEAD mudvayne - dig forgot all about their first album, they won best new artist at the vma's for it their new stuff is horrid...
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Prophecies (Almost Over) - Motograter New plague, getting paid, everyone is guilty Taxes on the lotto, waters gotten filthy Psychos, weirdos, percocet and morphine Little imperfections cost us all, cost us all I saw a missile filled with frightened people Crashing down, into a ball of flames Something tells me this is almost over Someone tell them it's almost over Slave camps, last dance, billion dollar mishaps Bombshells, nitro, anything that you can throw Housewives, onion rings, AOL and crashing planes Second-rate therapy, everybody's crazy I saw a black cloud above the forest Wiping clean till nothing else remained Something tells me it's almost over Someone tell them it's almost over Makes me sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick to makes that its you Makes sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick and it makes me ill Makes me sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick to makes that its you Makes sick to know that it's your fault Makes me sick and it makes me ill Monstrous, what we've become, space waste, brain dumb Nostradomus prophecies, warfare Enemies! Enemies! Enemies! Will someone tell them it's almost over
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Posts: 4,880   | Stay Together for the Kids ― blink-182 It's hard to wake up When the shades have been pulled shut This house is haunted It's so pathetic It makes no sense at all I'm ripe with things to say The words rot then fall away If a stupid poem could fix this home I'd read it every day So here's your holiday Hope you enjoy it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night, twenty years now lost? It's not right Their anger hurts my ears Been running strong for seven years Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them It makes no sense at all I see them every day We get along, so why can't they? If this is what he wants and it's what she wants Then why is there so much pain? So here's your holiday Hope you enjoy it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night, twenty years now lost? It's not right So here's your holiday Hope you enjoy it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night, twenty years now lost? It's not right It's not right It's not right It's not right
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Posts: 5,732 | Notorious B.I.G. ft. Method Man - The What "The What" (feat. Method Man) [Verse One: Notorious, Meth] I used to get feels on a ..... Now I throw shields on the d.ck To stop me from that HIV sh.t And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin the villian Prepare for this rap killin Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talkin bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White is here to excite and throw d.ck to dykes b..ches I like em brainless Guns I like em stainless steel I want the f..kin Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats till my clips is empty Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man) You don't want to f..k with Biggie Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some sh.t Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja Comin where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender Lookin cold booty like your p.ssy in December Nigga stop b..chin, button up ya lip and From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin Hey, I'll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin Actin as if it can't happen You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil somethin like this) [Chorus:] f..k the world, don't ask me for sh.t And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggaz pack the clips, keep on [Verse Two: Meth, Notorious] Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U. I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh No question, I be comin down and sh.t Yo I gets rugged as a motherf..kin carpet get And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man! Baby accept it, utmost respect it (Assume the position) Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles d.ckens Welcome to my center Honies feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the inventor, but I got this rap sh.t sewed And when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop Duke left Mom Duke The f.g took the back way So instead of makin hoes suck my d.ck up I used to do stick-up Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches Cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherf..kin rap phenomenon, plus (I got more glocks and techs than you) I make it hot (Nigga won't even stand next to you) Nigga touch me you better bust me tree times in the head Or mothertucker's dead, ya thought so [Chorus: repeat 2X]
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