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Insane Clown Posse lyrics
Insane Clown Posse lyrics
"DIEMUTHATFUCKADIE Lyrics"
Je Crois Que Ca Va Pas Etre Possible Lyrics
Voici ce que je vous propose comme entrae Je fais des fixations devant les portes d'entrae Pas n'importe lequelles, surtout les bien gardaes Avec 100 kilos de muscles a? la clef Devant trop de barbaque c'est vrai je fais des rejets Et je peux dire que je maa?trise le sujet Les portes je connais, j'en ouvre tous les jours Mais j'en ai vu claquer plus souvent qu'a? mon tour Je vous fais un topo sur l'acceuil a? l'entrae des boites "Veuillez entrer monsieur, votre prasence nous flatte" Non je plaisante car a se passe pas ainsi Devant les boites, moi
Voici ce que je vous propose comme entrae Je fais des fixations devant les portes d'entrae Pas n'importe lequelles, surtout les bien gardaes Avec 100 kilos de muscles a? la clef Devant trop de barbaque c'est vrai je fais des rejets Et je peux dire que je maa?trise le sujet Les portes je connais, j'en ouvre tous les jours Mais j'en ai vu claquer plus souvent qu'a? mon tour Je vous fais un topo sur l'acceuil a? l'entrae des boites "Veuillez entrer monsieur, votre prasence nous flatte" Non je plaisante car a se passe pas ainsi Devant les boites, moi
That's the Shit
Twiztid (yeah)
Twiztid (yeah) givin' wig splits
(get your mothafuckin wig split)
Wig splits
Wig splits (yeah)
Twiztid givin' wig splits
We cracked your head in half
It wasn't funny but we laugh
Twiztid running this bitch for 9 dash
A car crash is no equivalent
We far from innocent
Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant
acting beligerent on the daily
Hopein' that somebody'll save me
But I guess I'm dead wrong
All by myself
fuck everyone else
I'm in a hole
And I can't breathe my lungs swoll
Bad dreams when I sleeping
Everybody constantly creeping
feelin' so weak and I can't see 'em
My conscience keep leaving me
Falling in and out
Waking up with bullets of sweat and cotton mouth
Them down south niggaz don't know about this
And niggaz on the westside way too pissed
because it's eastside niggaz talking hardcore shit
Enough to get the northside hit
"
Opus 4 Lyrics
No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day - No sky - no earthly view - No distance looking blue - No road - no street - no "t'other side the way" - No end to any Row - No indications where the Crescents go - No top to any steeple - No recognitions of familiar people - No courtesies for showing 'em - No knowing 'em! - No travelling at all - no locomotion, No inkling of the way - no notion - "No go" - by land or ocean - No mail - no post - No news fom any foreign coast - No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility - No comp
We the shit" No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day - No sky - no earthly view - No distance looking blue - No road - no street - no "t'other side the way" - No end to any Row - No indications where the Crescents go - No top to any steeple - No recognitions of familiar people - No courtesies for showing 'em - No knowing 'em! - No travelling at all - no locomotion, No inkling of the way - no notion - "No go" - by land or ocean - No mail - no post - No news fom any foreign coast - No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility - No comp
We legit like a motherfucker
Chilling with million dollar peoples
Digging up graves and acting evil
You looking for the sequel
More like something close to equal
You actors don't even sequal them bitches in Toledo
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
I smoke too many cigarettes and get high too much
Don't work enough
Shit is too rough
I could give a fuck less if the whole world blow up
Or what gang signs niggaz throw up
I'm too fed up to keep my head up
So I let it drag
Can't afford a belt so my pants sag
Everybody seems to be a fag or a lesbian
But what the fuck happened is what I'm questioning
The president is prejudice against you and me
Then he'd be taking half our money and he chilling tax free
A Sight For Sore Eyes Lyrics
hey sight for sore eyes it's a long time no see workin hard hardly workin hey man you know me water under the bridge didya see my new car well it's bought and it's payed for parked outside of the bar and hey barkeeper what's keepin you keep pourin drinks for all these palookas hey you know what i thinks that we toast to the old days and dimagio too and old drysdale and mantle whitey ford and to you no the old gang ain't around everyone has left town 'cept for thumm and g
And if you ask me that's another smack in the face hey sight for sore eyes it's a long time no see workin hard hardly workin hey man you know me water under the bridge didya see my new car well it's bought and it's payed for parked outside of the bar and hey barkeeper what's keepin you keep pourin drinks for all these palookas hey you know what i thinks that we toast to the old days and dimagio too and old drysdale and mantle whitey ford and to you no the old gang ain't around everyone has left town 'cept for thumm and g
We need to burn the whitehouse and piss in his face
And every judge should do a minimum of 20 to life
If they can dish it they can take it, tell me that ain't right
And every cop should be beat like Rodney King
non stop from the summer 'til it turn to spring
Shove a doughnut in their mouth and a badge in their ass
Because the pigs don't get no class
they get their wigs spilt
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Feel Like I'm tearin' to pieces
Fuck you I hope you die
In the casket where I lie
And burn my body So I wont attrack flies
In my eyes a look of terror, cold as ice
So what if I slit my wrist once or twice
Now O split your wig with my aluminum bat
Or I can blow your eardrums with my brain dead rap
Punk Girl Lyrics
People say she's bad But they Don't see The way she is with me P is for the painful way she makes me feel some day U is for Utopia, the other times with her N is for the new wave dreams she had back in her teens K is for the kid in her, my PUNK girl She is honest and kind but in a way that people see As telling lies and being mean She has thousands of dreams but what they are I'll never know I hope I figure in them though I don't care if they can't see
And You can call it this or that
But I swing to the other
Word to the monoxide child, my brother
No other
represent this efervesent knowledge for Twiztid education
I got the lesson
Bloody text book
Kill the next motherfucker that look
and always shakin' never shook
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Get your wig spilt bitch and we out
Tell these motherfuckers what were talking about
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
Die
Die
Die motherfucker Die motherfucker Die
mothafuckas die (yeah,yeah)
mothafuckas die (yeah,yeah)
wont you die
mothafuckas die (yeah,die)
mothafuckas die (yeah,die)
forget you mothafuckas
yeah, yeah
die mothafucka
die
die