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Cough Syrup (Butthole Surfers)

She played for the angels
I played for the tribe
The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded
There was big my arm a line
Big my all the time yeah
There was big my arm a line
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me that the work upon my only
No there were no point at all
There was big fire in the hall yeah
There weren't no points at all
I can't walk so I guess I'm gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
And I can't talk so I guess I got nothin' to say
I'll keep my eyes just take these tears away
Lock stuck in barrel all the dogs were gone in farrel and the car ran like a broken perculator
His liver had gone hard and he wouldn't mow the yard
There was big my arm a line
And I heard that his brother was a viking
He liked to settle a problem with a gun
If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I'd rather be a sailor than a fighter
I'd like to sail a ship into the sun
If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Boon
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I know that your mother is a farter
I heard she's got connections with the mob
If you wanna learn the fight you gotta drink up all the light
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter
I'd like to see your work go up and burn
If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I hate cough syrup and I hate fruity (mirror?)
And I hate cough syrup it's screwed
You wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Boof
And I hate cough syrup don't you
I hate cough syrup it's screwed

Young Black Male (2Pac)




["Hard like an erection..." -- Ed O.G.] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."]
["...ain't shit to fool with" -- Ice Cube]
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["...ain't shit to fool with"]
*runs backwards* Young black male!
(2Pac) Yes niggaz... yes niggaz... yes niggaz
Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"]
["Hard like an erection..."] Young black male!
["Hard like an erection..."] ["...ain't shit to fool with"]
(2Pac) Go nigga, go!!
Verse One:
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
and stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
and ** goin to jail
Cuz I ain't equipped to stop how I look
I don't sell ya-yo
They teachin a brother like I was in books
Follow me into a flow
I'm sure you know, which way to go
I'm hittin em out of the dopes
So slip on the slope, let's skip on the flow
I'm **in the sluts and hoes
The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
The gimminy jimminy grows
Then whaddya know, it's off with some clothes
Rowd when the crowd says hoe
That let's me know, they know I can flow
Love when they come to my shows
I get up and go, with skins before
When I'm collecting my dough
I never respect, the one that I back
The quicker the nigga can rap
The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
What kind of style is that?
The style of a mack, and ready to jack
I rendered up piles of black
The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
I hate it when real nigga bust
They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
I had enough of the fuss
I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
They gave me a charge for sales
For selling the tales... of young black males
Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz
Ay nigga you can't handle that shit!
Pass that man!
Hit that shit, that's the shit!
It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma
We ain't nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz
Keep it real nigga, ** you nigga!
You ain't givin me near a dime on this real mother**er
** St. Ide's it's an Old E thing baby
Strictly some of that Hennesee
Can I drink with you fellas? Can I get it on it?
** you capo. You ain't in baby.
I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking
all that shit, when I come back, OK?
We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back
YOUNG BLACK MALE!

A Love That's True (Part One) (Slick Rick)

So you get my point son,
you just don't trust no bitch, you know what I'm sayin?
"Okay, daddy, I understand"
Cause bitches ain't no good, you know what I'm sayin?
"Okay, I get your point"
Anyway, listen to this, check it out

1994, as the world gets trifer,
I'm wondering, the ** I need a woman in my life for? (ya know)
Cause its like a nigga whole history
With you hoes been nothing but misery
First rater, five-one stood
Mad coke fiend though the bitch looked good
Met her at the fever
"What's going on, stranger?"
And like a fool took her in and tried to change her
I don't who I thought I's bluffing
That BITCH wasn't giving up that coke for nothing
"Oh, you trying to dis, mister bougeois nigger
Yet back in the day, you used to smoke coke cigarettes too,
That type shit you ain't admitting"
Because, homegirl, I grew out of it, you didn't
Anyway, dead out of order
Came in with a sheepskin her ex-lover bought her
Who gave you that?
"My ex"
I said "Who?"
Believe she had the nerve to say "You can wear it too"

When I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Scooby doo doo

Then I met Sin,
Sweating the viking
A brown skinned fox, slim just like I like them
"What? Sweating you? Picture that, nerd. Please"
Anyway, the bitch had herpes! (you know)
Imagine me, the fool being the spouse
Doctor said I couldn't catch it unless I got aroused
Found out snooping in her bag what she got
Now why you ain't tell me? You worthless slut!
"Because I loved you at the time and couldn't afford to"
You know homegirl should get the Oscar award for her lying
Anyway, stayed with the creep
One day, Sybil here, talking in her sleep
"Chris, wait," the bum bitch said
So loud till a mother**er fell out the bed
Who the hell is Chris? She putting up resistance
Till I caught her calling the nigger long distance
Had the nerve to dis patch loving
Boy am I lucky that I didn't catch nothing

When I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, truuuuuuuuue
Indeed, I need a love that's true
It seems I need a love that's true
Oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Oh gosh, Scooby doo doo-ooh (doo-ooh)

Though happy I was free
The need for love was still in me
Got to the point where the need for it was killing me
Then I met short here, hanging with my cousin
Found out later how young the bitch was and
Though I done hit it and she opened up a world
And remind me of that song "Go Away, Little Girl"
It had to end because the bitch weren't loyal, and spoiled
"That's because I had you pussy whipped royal"
You see the type of shit the nigger was gonna marry?
You see the type of attitude the BUM BITCH carry?
Like oil and water, impossible mixture
Then temper tantrums came into the picture
Yelling (ahhhh), carrying on bad and cursing
Complete embarassment to The Ruler as a person
"Gimme shorts"
Ruler will not permit you
Then she goes wild, starts breaking up my furniture
Flirts too, excuse me, a whore
Like the world's worst groupie when I brought her on tour

So when I found strength to depart, I do
Withdrew, for something brand new
Someone who would be true
Yes I should find someone who would be true

(Singing)
Cause Ricky needs a love that's true
Truuuuuuuuuuue, truuuuuuuuue
Indeed, I need a love that's true
It seems I need a love that's true
Oh dear, scooby dooby doo
Oh gosh, Scooby doo doo
Ricky needs a love that's true-hoo-hoo

Skeeta Man (2 Live Crew)




Note: Marquis does all the verses; Mr. Mixx does the chorus

["I'm gonna cum!"]

Verse 1:
Let me skeet, don't hesitate
It ain't good to **
Hoe, I'll let you suck my dick
If you say you'll be my bitch
You'll be proud to be my hoe
I'll take you everywhere I go
If anybody else, you belong to me
Is this my pussy? (woman: Yeah, Marquis...)
I'm the one that has you sprung
When I skeet, we'll have a son
Skeet them jaws, skeet them draws
Pull it out and skeet the walls
Grab it, flip it, hold it, rub it
When I skeet is when you suck it
All you have to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus
Jerk it off, jerk it off, ba-by! ["I'm gonna cum!"] (3x)
["I'm gonna cum!"]

Verse 2:
For the skeet you are a fiend
Don't you stop this freaky thing
Dick is the one thing that you love
And the skeet's all you're thinking of
If you can't skeet with someone else
You'll skeet off by yourself
Skeetin' nowadays is the thing to do
You'll skeet me and I'll skeet you
Skeet from the front, skeet from the back
Can I skeet in your mouth? Do you like it like that? (woman: Yess!)
Taste my skeet, don't it taste so sweet?
For my skeet you are a freak
I skeet off twice and then I'm done
I have to save some skeet for the next one, hon
All you have to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus

Verse 3:
Skeetin' is for the young and old
But it's best to skeet in a hoe
Before I go out and skeet a bitch
I always take my skeetin' kick
I like to skeet in big ol' butts
It makes me skeet off big ol' nuts
You can say that I'm a nympho
Skeet in your mouth, then skeet your temple
I skeet best on a one-night stand
Brother Marquis is a skeeta man!
You suck slow and I ** fast
Don't get mad if the skeet don't last
It ain't love, it must be lust
In the skeet you must trust
All you got to do is believe
And the skeet will set you free

Chorus

Jerk-jerk-jerk-jerk it off babyyy! (4x)

Get On Your Knees (Necro)

"Baby, Baby I'll get down on my knees for you, if you...."
(repeat 5X)

[Necro]
Mother**er you know the deal, I'ma rap on this ** shit
So yo! Suck it

I lounge gettin blown by PJ sparks at key west
I need breast like Sahara needs a HIV test
I'll hit that pussy up with a nasty attack
Get on your knees like your looking for the last piece of crack
Filthy like Al Louis, jerking off at seventy
Or senerity, swallowing my twenty inches of obscenity
I'm paying a good buck
So slut, you better ** as good as you look and suck as good as you **
When it comes to this ** shit you know who the master is
Bitch I'll leave Necro tagged on your**with jizz
** in the ninteys without a rubber? Yo! thats dead
I like skinny bitches but Debbie Diamond looks like a crackhead
** is infested with obscene woman Vanessa Del Rio,
Word is bond - looks like a she male version of Gene Simmons
I'll ** you in your shitter
Through your panties, you be making mad noises
Dressed up fancy smancie, screaming out like a banshee
inside a basement somewhere close to Delancie
Where the corner is infested with hookers that look like Brandy
When it comes to this ** shit yo! Nothing new to me
So yo! Dion tell them what you ** do for me

[Dion]
**"Baby, Baby I'll get down on my knee's for you, if you...."
*Scratching* "Get on your knees"
*Scratching* "Get On Your Knees"** (repeat 4X)
"Begin to Blow"

[Necro]
I'ma hit you with shots of cum
Kelly LeBrock didnt know how to suck cock
but teaching her was lots of fun
Protein eruptions filmed on ** productions
Abductions of sluts that dont know how to suck dick, here's instructions
Put your head down between my legs
and learn the craft, of how to lick and suck
First the head then my entire shaft
I have diplomacy in sodomising Ona Zee
Im know to be, quick to ** madams like Buck Adams
Juggle my lizard tounge in your snatch
Lickin Lana Sams ** be like
licking a cutting board with two points attached
Believe me I've tried it often
My schlong almost put Nina Heartly up in a coffin
My cock aint never soft
It stays solid twenty for seven bom'
Ever since I **ed Medusa clit that snake pit turned my shit to stone
Riz Tony ebony needs twat, be rauncy
Put a biscuit to Ginger Limbs head and forced back in the **, G
Traci Lords dont think you're excused, from geting further abused
cause your torpedo shaped ** be jewels
You can't handle it, why is your slut bugging?
Don't she know shes in for intense **
** and butt plugging
When it comes to this ** shit yo! Nothing new to me
So yo! Dion tell them what you ** do for me

[Dion]
"Baby, Baby I'll get down on my knee's for you, if you...."
(repeat 4X)
*Scratching* "Get on your knees"
*Scratching* "Get On Your Knees" (repeat 4X)

Raw Butt Jim (Randy)

my thumb is stuck in a bottle i need it out of there. my head is getting annoyingly sober and i cant get to the beer. ive tried butter, ivy tried grease, but the thumb is really jammed. so next time i do decide to drink, ill drink it out of cans. drink as much as i possible can to loose my speach although still stand, that makes a man. it would really be a shame to break the bottle and loose the bee.r yeah, now i could use a zip from the bottle extending my hand to stop the tears. this was a big dilemma and waste of such good brand and then i looked down to myself and thought i can drink with the other hand.

King Of Da South (T.I.)

[Verse One]
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my labor hidin' me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to slangin' grams any day
And if this record flop
Well I'll be--back
Wit' a bomb of heart
Wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a façade
Man this ain't real life
Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype
Not even rappin' on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the ** they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme

[Chorus]
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's so special 'bout him
Ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big deal about him?
He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?

[Verse Two]
It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Well shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can't write
I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothin' else will suffice
You wanna bet?
Well put yo' budget up
Match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a deal
I was still butt **
God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth nigga
Like Beenie's first LP
You can do a song with N'Sync
And couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine

[Chorus]

Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I'm runnin' now
And I ain't never run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor
Fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose
And a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold
For his momma to hold
She'll be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo' polos
44's and Callico's
a black and a chrome
lettin' loose and splackin' your dome
hoppin' back in the Brougham
known for kickin' in yo' door
wavin' gats in yo' home
clearin' it out
I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out
You hearin' about
The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice
Was near and dear to your heart

[Chorus]

[talking]
Ay, my niggaz
Y'all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimpin'
I'm stayin' down
Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little mother**in' deal
Go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
** y'all niggaz
Come see about me if you don't like it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh

Pussycat (Missy Elliott featuring Tweet)

Its all for the love
But there is more things that keep a man satisfied
And I know the remedy just to cure him from
Cheating even if he tried hey

Pussy don't fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he don't want nobody else
But me and only me
Pussy don't fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he don't want nobody else
But me and only me

I know hes a man and men have intentions
To sleep with someone else
But that's why when I make love to him
Im ruling
Try to give him my best hey

Pussy don't fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he don't want nobody else
But me and only me
Pussy don't fail me now
I gotta turn this nigga out
So he don't want nobody else
But me and only me

As long as the pussy good
Its alright
Aint gotta worry about my man
Cuz he knows ma's
Is one of a kind
And that's why he keeps staying
The pussy good
Its alright
Aint gotta worry about my man
Cuz he knows ma's
Is one of a kind
And that's why he keeps staying

Look ma
Yea you got the bomb and work
That prissy stuff
Glad it aint the gushy stuff
That gushy stuff?
I don't like the mushy butts
I wish we was
Like comfy over Jennifer
Him and her
Too much like I and we
And what that mean?
We just love the booty
All we see in 3D is um
Booty booty booty booty

Oh really
Do me, do me, do me, do me
Run through me like flood go through an IV
That's good ill make sure you never will leave
Can I put my booty booty
Up in your spaghetti?
Daddy
Are you ready for sacary from me
Pussy gushy mushy what more you want from me
Cuz my feelins h ...[Message truncated]


Happy Re-Birthday (Pungent Stench)

I can feel the abhorrence people show for me
Because I am an expectorating blasphemy
And I know that my look offends their staring eyes
So I run because they will treat me otherwise
Digging in the trashcan for my food all day
I don't give a ** what all those people say
My parents have rejected me like a rat
That's the reason wherefore I hate mom and dad
Night has come, time is right for my disgusting plan
I climb to the window of my parents' sleeping room
With a chain I confine their bodies to the bed
I am sure this is the funniest night I ever had
For my dad I have an unbelievable surprise
I just stab mother's nail-file into daddy's eyes
Draw it out, tear his eyeballs out of their smashed holes
Digging with my fingers in his fester-squiring sores
Screaming he is lying in a pool of blood
But I'm only laughing while I start to cut
Well readable letters in his sweating skin
"Repudiating the own son is a sin"
A dream came true, too long I had to wait for my revenge
Out of fear he shits into his pants - Hell what a stench!
It is time telling daddy now the last goodbye
Then I ram the file into his heart, because he must die
Watch my mom - All I see is an infected slut
With my boots I ** kick her mother** butt
Slowly I dissect her torso with my fingernails
Gluttonous I start to eat her flesh and her entrails
My head is in her abdominal cavity
I'm on my way to mother's cunt and suddenly
I reach the hole and my mother's uterus is torn
Then I hasty gasp for breath - I'm reborn!
Troublesome my body's creeping through the bleeding gash
Inside out my skin is covered with organic mash
What a treat, life goes on for me - Now I'm free
Killing is the only pleasure for a freak like me

Alt Var Mye Bedre Under Krigen (Ole Paus)



Å leve i et rekkehus kan være et slit,
Om du slår på TV-en får du stuen full av drit.
Skjeggete menn myldrer frem
Og snakker nynorsk selv i dannede menneskers hjem.

Stygge mennesker i stygge klær.
Si meg, er det ment å være morsomt, det der?
Takk, da var det bedre før.
Det var en gang da gode nordmenn hadde godt humør.

Alt var mye bedre under krigen, den gang hadde vi kultur.
Da vi hadde det fælt, da hadde vi det helt topp,
For fjernsynets underholdningsavdeling var ikke funnet opp.
Alt var mye bedre under krigen, jeg svarer hver gang noen spør
At det var lite mat og kaldt,
Men likevel, alt i alt:
Alt var bedre før.

Dagens ungdom, alvorlig talt, hør her
Hva er det dagens ungdom tror at den er?
En arbeidssky og ekkel klikk
Som fyller gode hjem med redselsfull musikk.

Kutt ut pratet om at vi må forstå dem.
Slutt med å sy puter under armene på dem.
Ungdomsklubber, jeg sier nei.
Hvis de vil gå til helvete, så gjerne for meg.

Alt var mye bedre under krigen, den gang hadde ungdom stil.
Det ungdommen gjør, det bør ungdommen selv få blø for.
Det ungdommen trenger er noe skikkelig å dø for.
Alt var mye bedre under krigen, nå er det bare fyll og rør.
Den kommende slekt
mangler rett og slett respekt,
Kort sagt: alt var bedre før.

Oslo sentrum en vanlig kveld
Er noe midt imellom et apesirkus og en bordell.
Svartinger som lukter løk
Ferdes åpenlyst selv i byens beste strøk.

Negere passer til boksing og chess,
Men ikke som medlemmer i KMS.
Det er snart en skam å være hvit,
Hvem i all verden var det som fikk disse menneskene hit?

Alt var mye bedre under krigen, da fikk en nordmann gå i fred.
Det er en større påkjenning enn mange aner
Å bli tiltalt på norsk av en pakistaner.
Alt var mye bedre under krigen, la oss slå oss sammen før det er for sent
La folk være som de er
Bare de ikke er det her
La oss holde Norge rent
Hurra for Vike Krogh
La oss holde Norge rent


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