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She's A Ho (Mr. Vegas)

Verse 1:
Well if a galatek two man inna one night
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a clean up di whola di neighborhood
Then we know she's a hoe
If she a walk and a sell from hotel to hotel
We know she's a hoe
If she a one night stand tek everybody man
Man a nutten dat caw wi dun know

Chorus:
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Caan hide again cause everybody know
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
Swear seh mi spat har pon di Jerry Springer show
She's a hoe
She's a hoe
All a di youth inna di street know

Verse 2:
Whey she do, boast bout how she get slim and trim
Loose twenty pound and naw go a gym
Legs easy fi open like clothes pin
Sleep wid bum, him dead and dem know wha kill him
Gal from youh know yuh nuh shooty shooty
An yuhknow seh yuh a nuh goupy
All rudies out deh do not be silly an put a rubber pan yuh willy

Chorus

Verse 3:
Whey she do
Gwaan like she hot like she a earth angel
Know something whey dem a do yuh head swell
Man a line up a dem gate car dem a sell
The way dem a move trust me you coulda tell
Run through the mob dem and di cartel
Hear seh she sleep wid Bobby Castell
Di gal a rev out skettel worse Jezebel
How much man drown inna di well

Verse 4:
Well if a gal tek whey har mumma husband
Then we know she's a hoe
If a gal sleep wid har best fren man
Then di whola wi know she's a hoe
Well if a gal easy fi pluck every man come wuk
Then we know she's a hoe
Nuff a dem run outta luck end up wid stomach
An now di man naah mine di gut

Chorus

Lucretia My Reflection (Sisters Of Mercy)

I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down
I hear empire down
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Love lost, fire at will
Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear
Dive, bombers, and
Empire down
Empire down
I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed
Get down, get undressed
Get pretty but you and me,
We got the kingdom, we got the key
We got the empire, now as then,
We don't doubt, we don't take direction,
Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me
We look hard
We look through
We look hard to see for real
Such things I hear, they don't make sense
I don't see much evidence
I don't feel
I don't feel
I don't Feel
A long train held up by page on page
A hard reign held up by rage
Once a railroad
Now it's done...
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down...
We got the empire, now as then,
We don't doubt, we don't take reflection,
Lucretia, my direction, dance the ghost with me...

Stir It Up (Bob Marley)

Stir it up; little darlin', stir it up. Come on, baby.
Come on and stir it up: little darlin', stir it up. O-oh!

It's been a long, long time, yeah!
(stir it, stir it, stir it together)
Since I got you on my mind. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh-oh!
Now you are here (stir it, stir it, stir it together), I said,
it's so clear
There's so much we could do, baby, (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Just me and you.

Come on and stir it up; ..., little darlin'!
Stir it up; come on, baby!
Come on and stir it up, yeah!
Little darlin', stir it up! O-oh!

I'll push the wood (stir it, stir it, stir it together),
then I blaze ya fire;
Then I'll satisfy your heart's desire. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Said, I stir it every (stir it, stir it, stir it together),
every minute:
All you got to do, baby, (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Is keep it in, eh!

(Stir it up) Oh, little darlin',
Stir it up; ..., baby!
Come on and stir it up, oh-oh-oh!
Little darlin', stir it up! Wo-oh! Mm, now, now.

Quench me when I'm thirsty;
Come on and cool me down, baby, when I'm hot. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Your recipe is, - darlin' - is so tasty,
When you show and stir your pot. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

So: stir it up, oh!
Little darlin', stir it up; wo, now!
Come on and stir it up, oh-ah!
Little darlin', stir it up!
---
/Guitar solo/
---
Oh, little darlin', stir it up. Come on, babe!
Come on and stir it up, wo-o-a!
Little darlin', stir it up! Stick with me, baby!
Come on, come on and stir it up, oh-oh!
Little darlin', stir it up. /fadeout/

Motor Of Joy (Primitive Radio Gods)

“Am I really a spaceman?”

Comrad lovers say, do not be afraid
Comrad lovers say, everything's okay

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”
“Let your hips roll and your mouth water.”
“Seems for you to tremble and cry.”
“Am I really a spaceman?”
“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”
“Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.”
“Seems for you to tremble and cry.”
“Am I really a spaceman?”
“Am I really a spaceman?”

Everyone has plans, plans to be the spaceman
I don't give a damn, ‘cause I am the spaceman

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”
“Let your hips roll and your mouth water.”
“Seems for you to tremble and cry.”
“Am I really a spaceman?”
“Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.”
“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”
“Make love joyously without fear.”
“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Do not turn off its pulsating motor of joy.”
“Do not turn off its pulsating motor of joy.”

“Oh wow! That king of thing…you don't do that!”

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”
“Let your hips roll and your mouth water.”
“Seems for you to tremble and cry.”
“Am I really a spaceman?”
“Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.”
“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”
“Make love joyously without fear.”
“Am I really a spaceman?”
“Am I really a spaceman?”
“Am I really a spaceman?”
“Am I really a spaceman?”

Message From Steven (Primitive Radio Gods)

Got a message from Steven
Must've got it ‘bout late last night
Just a note that he's leaving
Everything that won't fit inside the van
There's nothing to hold
Barbara said she'd cover it all

Got a message from Steven
Got a job and I found your vest
He'll be sending me something
But the tape ate the rest
And someone called and wanted to know
All the time he wanted to go
What a time he wanted to go


Submitted by Michael **

Ghost Of A Chance (Primitive Radio Gods)

Sister Soul came to see me, and she made no amends
On the air, Sunday's midnight, Sister Soul understands

Pull the shades, let it rain all day
Radio station plays Mr. John Coltrane's Favourite Things
Lady ‘Day she sings
That I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you

Beautiful stranger, now it's just me and you
Brush the dust off the needle, put it deep in the groove

Pull the shades, let it rain all day
Radio station plays Mr. Miles Davis' kind of Blue
And I know it's true
That I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you

Cold and gray, it's gonna rain all day
Sarah Vaughan lingers on, but the black coffee's gone
And I hate to say goodbye
But I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you now
With you now...with you now...with you now...


Submitted by Michael **

Eat Shit And Die (Necro)

[Necro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we present torture and *sodomy*
Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill
Relax n smoke your crills

I'll make your eyeballs go back in your skull and come out your ass
I'm walkin' on hot coal and glass
I shit on the *church's mass*
Sacraligous I'll sever your body something prestigious
Precise cuts, I'm fascinated with women's guts
I'm hittin skins and I'm jerkin' off on your intestines
I'll ** you in your**bitch
Now you're colen is swollen
When I go bowlin'
To achieve a strike
I use the headpiece of a *dyke*
I swing her brains down the lane
I'm a sadomasochist
One finger, two fingers, three fingers
Four fingers, ** IT THE WHOLE FIST
Up your asshole
Now you're ready for Ed Powers
And Rocko Sefreddi to suck my cock hoe

[Ill Bill]
I be gettin' backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs
I'm on drugs
During ** I use anal beads and butt plugs
I'm holdin' bitches dooty holes hostage
Their sisters sphincter keeps me warm during the winter 'cause my cocks big
It gets stuck
Bitches be getting **ed up the asshole
Open ya oven
So I can cook the dooty casserole
That's how I'm living, givin' bitches the shits
I ** 'em between they tits, then I bust a nut on they lips
I vaccinate sockets with lip plugs like if I was to flip once
I snag body bags with dirty hags and cuts
Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular
Look around, shit's getting uglier and uglier
Spinnin' within my hyperbaric chamber
Nothin' short of a bloody rusty razor
fingerprint that could stop my behavior
Generally and federally
Etcetera, etcetera
Shooting storm troopers lie deadera
I emphasize like Emphysema
Every word I speak creeps into your blood stream like *Leukemia*
I instigate mutilation
Under federal investigation
Escaping police stations

[Necro]
Yah I got dead bodys covered with hay in my barn
Loud mother**ers get their lips sewed and yawn
Out the ten story window, headfirst I chuck you
Attach a switchblade to my dick and then I ** you (** you!)
In and out, as I cut the *uterus*
You'll soon be, familiar with torture if you're new to this
Leave you glued to a piss-stained wall
Take my brain out of my skull
And watch my **in' brain crawl
'Cause IT'S ALIVE, MOTHER**IN' ALIVE
Bend over and get *sodomized* with the .45
Bumpin'into the beehive and get stung
I got the noose of death, so *nigga* come and get hung
Willingly, your rectum gets bruised
I come from the world where *niggas* get **in' abused
The realm of violent crime
Where bitches get **ed in the pussy and**at the same time

[Chorus]
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die

[Ill Bill]
I'm comin' out from inside the walls like asbestos
A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most, expected
I gank kids on their own
'Cause I'm inproper
I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counselors
I'm analyzing bio-rhythms
Sleeping my victims with incisions
My sensory sees catastrophic visions
Over the image of *Jehovah* I burn sober
In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer
Then twist facial features like Rocky Dennis
When I menace it's horrendous
My bloody appetite's tremendous
Enormous
Watch the metamorphosis
Diggin bitches in orifices
Remorse is not my thoughts when I catch a corpse
The torture tactics I practice tear up your mattress
Kidnap an actress
That activate vibrateing plastics

[Necro]
When they made me
I was so, evil they broke the mold
Necro is cold, my ** birth should of been controlled
If you're bold you'll get strangled with your gold
Going once !! going twice !! another ** white *slave* sold
From wacking off I have compulsive dependancy
From the tendency, for ruining bitches *pregnancy*
*Niggas* can't understand my morbid biology
I bring, new, meaning to the studies of Gynacology
When I shove, razors up your *cunt* you'll see
All bitches that diss me wind up with ** V.D.
When I was in my mom's *cunt*, my father slaughtered me
I came back from the dead, after my mom *aborted* me
Bloody, *fetus*, baby of *Satan*, *Devil's* child
Leavin' bodies on all types of mother**in' level piles
So girl take **in' caution,
'Cause if you're walkin home alone tonight
You might wind up a bitch on auction
And if you can't take you and you're concious hun,
I'll be like *Ralphus*, and shoot a slug into you from my blow gun
[Ill Bill]
I'm stirring in the pain in the center of your brain
Carve a path with a butcher knife
Walk down the lane
Take a stroll through the hole in your head
Stab untill your dead
I'd like to paint the world blood red
Flippin' like OJ Simpson, the Joel Rifkin
Covered in crimson
Everywhere you look another dead shook
On the meat hook hangin'
Then I'm up in your place to spread your wife's legs for the bangin'
I love to ** retarded chicks with wiffle ball bats
Then watch there **in' head go splat when I pull out the gat
I'm also into sodomizing secretaries
I'm very scary
My ice pick rips through virgin cherries
And all you goons that think you got half of what me and my brother got
You get chop chop chopped like Bobbit's cock

[Chorus]
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and DIE!!!!!

Necrophiliac nineteen ninety gore
Ill Cannibill nineteen ninety gore

Eat my shit
Eat my shit
Eat my shit

You suckin dick for crack
You suckin dick for crack

Get Down (Amil Featuring Beyonce')

[Amil]
Oh shhhh
Yo Jon-John this track is crazy

[Jon-John]
You know how i do
Browntown, Roc-A-Fella

[Amil]
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?
Where my ballers at? Where my thugs at?
Where my fellows at?
Where my coins at? Where my bitches at?
Where my ladies at?

Let me know what tha deal, keep it real
If you wanna build
Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck
Rockin' dirty Timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest
What you do on the low?
You Bling-bling
You's a thug for sure, I want ice cold ice, hit me off
Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off
Break me off

Chorus:
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know I don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down

Can I live? Let me live, you want me
Then you gotta give
I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl
Not a **, but a rock girl
Drive a drop girl
Hair is done, body's right
You wanna touch cause I'm just that tight
We can roll, we can stroll but I gotta let you know
I ain't giving out without doe

Chorus:

So if you wanna get with me
Then diamonds is what I need
You are what I need
And if you want to make me happy
Then give me some of your cream
Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me

[Amil]
Rap:
Uh huh, yeah
Amilliyon, Major Coins
Uh
It be the brokest niggas always talking shit
I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit
What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this
Major Coin, meaning high costing bitch
Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks
To the small of my back, I'm just keeping it real
Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes
You ain't hungry for it, no plates
Mother **er you'll get clowned first
Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt
Think about it, what sound worse?
Telling my Coins you broke, or you drowned the purse?
See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga
A smart bitch, ** with no trick niggas
Them grimy bitches ** with stick niggas
And a dumb bitch just ** you for your dick nigga

Chorus:

Die Dead Enough (Megadeth)

It's twilight and I wake up hot
My body's soaked in a cold, cold sweat
I reenact the lurid scenes
And clawed engravings in my head

Oh, I can't punch hard enough and I run
I can't kick high enough and I run
I can't shoot straight enough and I run
I can't hold on enough and I run
Oh, I can't stay down enough and I run
I can't take pain enough and I run
I can't bleed fast enough
I can't die dead enough

The air is thick, but the oxygen's thin
My heart is beating like a drum, boom!
And ice is flowing through my veins
Explosives on my lips and in my lungs

Oh, I can't punch hard enough and I run
I can't kick high enough and I run
I can't shoot straight enough and I run
I can't hold on enough and I run
Oh, I can't stay down enough and I run
I can't take pain enough and I run
I can't bleed fast enough
I can't die dead enough

I don't know what I'm running from
And I don't know where I'm running to
There's something deep and strange inside of me I see

I don't know what I'm running from
And I don't know where I'm running to
Something's compelling me to run into the dark

And now I am more driven than before
And now I live just to settle score
And now I feel the nearness of your breath
Now I introduce you to your death
Solo- Poland
Solo- Mustaine
Solo- Poland

I am more driven than before
I live just to settle score
I feel the nearness of your breath
I introduce you to your death
I can't punch hard enough
I can't kick high enough
I can't shoot straight enough
I can't hold on enough

I can't stay down enough, die dead enough
I can't take pain enough, die dead enough
I can't bleed fast enough, die dead enough
I can't die dead enough, die dead enough

The Great Escape (BT)

You talk to me
With the language of the sea
Of sand hot in the sun

With the cries of night creatures
I dimly understand...
In your great escape
In your great escape
It's your chance to take
Make your great escape

Your binary words
Glow in my darkness
Your darling hangs in the air
And in me chemicals run
in my blood just by looking
You take my free will and throw it away

And I feel your warmth
As the sparks fly upwards
From the burning of all of your bridges

In your great escape
In your great escape
It's your chance to take
Make your great escape


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