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Monday, 23 October 2017
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Obviously Adopted (Anal Cunt)

You P.C. ** faggot
You're trying to win an oscar for adoption
I hope your kids kill you and **your wife
Amistad is the stupidest movie I've ever seen

[Chorus:]
Obviously adopted, obviously adopted, obviously adopted, ** you Spielberg [x2]

How coma all the black extras and slaves
Had names, but the white ones didn't
I ** hate you and your** movies
Amistad was an excuse to bully your way to an oscar

Changuich A La Chichona (Molotov)

Al pastor me hecho una gringa, mas lechuga a la pechuga
Muslo aqui muslo aca y papas a la francesa quisiera
comer mas de esa, pero esta mas buena la hamburguesa.
Ella quiere un king de polla, sushilitto no
la llena traiga un caldo pal Tlalpeño un espaggetti al
Albañil, traele un trio de Mac a Anita y traete un combo
para mi, pero mira nomas que tortas oh se ven tan
deliciosas cubana o una hawaiana sin chile y sin cebollas

No quiero comer mas Kentuchy chota o pincho a la
española la de Sanders mas discreta no revela su receta
estan muy buenas sus garnachas pero quiero echar
bailon quiere su chorizo en papas o en barras de
camaron

Changüich a la chichona

Now if you're hungry for some bologna and you got some
buns that you wanna show me open up wide you can eat
this Oscar Meyer that's really boney I want to get down
into your juju bees
and I think i'm gonna flick em' your titties are smellin like
chocolate chip ice-cream n' I think I wanna lick em. I got
some hot beef for that rump roast but you gotta say
please
I'll dig into that thigh every time but hold the cottage
cheese.

And for dessert we can do the works I'll put my whip
cream in your pie hole and don't flinch when you feel a
pinch on that pretty little taco.

Cuz I've tried to pry a bearded clam that would not
budge
so I went around the corner to keep on trying and I got a
little fudge

Para papas las de Wendy's pero no las presta mas
mueve un par de tetas que un chinguero de carretas
traiga un espaggetti al burro con una cerveza en lata la
de malas que en la horchata
le pisen su quinta pata guardenle unos chilaquiles pa
mañana el desayuno y unos huevos divorciados no
queremos enredarnos
bimbo blanco o integral no me importa me da igual papa
chapata mama chapata

The You In Me (Radish)

I like to play D&D
And watch the Spanish channel on TV
Be a nobody... like me

Enroll yourself in B.S.A.
And build a plastic model airplane
Be a nobody... with me

With you and me
Claustrophobic energy
Astronomical intimacy
That's the you in me

I sit around and worry about my girl
When I know she's gonna be just fine
Be a nobody... like me

With you and me
Claustrophobic energy
Astronomical intimacy
That's the you in me

You can't make no money, honey
If you sit at home and read that Oscar Wilde
So I'm gonna grow up and in my way
I'm gonna stop acting so much like a child

With you and me
Claustrophobic energy
Astronomical intimacy
That's the you in me
That's the you in me.

Oh No (Daz Dillinger)




[Featuring Tray Deee J Money]
Daz:
Oh no! Murder murder murder...
Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard
Murder murder murder...
Come and blast Dat Nigga Daz and act rude
Coming through murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your mother**er's cords
Me we're going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you mother**ers rest and hang at
I'm in Long Beach, where the gangbangers hang at
Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting
See, we're The Gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on 'em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer
Chorus (2x):
Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
Niggaz better pack you guns
J-Money:
Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
Money busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a (???), the East Side coast and
I'm the one they love to hate with a passion
I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
MC's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's happening?"
My mind is going deep, like Money mister, doing all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, I'm thinking of a masterplan
Come out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, Money on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon
Chorus (2x)
Daz:
Watch out, here I come
Battling mother**ers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm
It's D-A to the Z, dropping the formula
And every nigga that I know in Californ-i-a
Dat Nigga Daz will come out and play
Busting on niggaz with an AK
So any given day you want some
Come and get some, you don't want none
Why do we bang?
Why do we bang for a living? We just don't know
Now it's time to serve y'all bitches**niggaz on an open platter
Yeah, haha
Fool, what nigga, you know that got your**laying down?
Tray Deee:
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone
I hate fake take away mother**ers
I come up from the slums and I run, mother**ers
No other than The Gang, it's the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claming Oscars
While most niggaz froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke
Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But I'ma stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle missions one on one
Niggaz, come on, come and get their (???) done
I'm the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap
A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're The Gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change
Chorus (2x)
Oh no...

It's Me (Dr. Lecter And The Police)

[Lecter]
Remember the pen that I saw on the table
I ate it when no one was watching
Now I open my mouth and the pen's here again:
Their security's ripe for the botching.
I'll use it to pick the lock
And mutilate both of these cops.
Though it's not Halloween I've concocted a plan
I'll escape from this prison by wearing a man!

[Police]
Look what he did to this officer's face
He chewed off his cheeks and he sprayed him with mace.
We're all in a tizzy, oh Jesus where is he
Oh where could Hannibal be?

[Lecter]
This cop is already dead -- -it's me!

[Police]
Get this man to a hospital
He's arresting he's shaking he's not gonna make it!

[Lecter]
Somebody get me an Oscar for best phony seizure
Just watch how adeptly I fake it.

[Police]
Get out of the way; have the medics arrived?
One's already dead and one's barely alive
Security sucked, and now we're all **ed
Oh where could Hannibal be?

[Lecter]
This cop is already dead, you'll see.
I'm wearing his face on my head -- it's me.

[Cop 1]
What do I say to a person who just lost his face?
I betcha he'll miss it.

[Cop 2]
That cop has a name -- it's Jim Pembry!
Now tell him he's fine, he looks terrific.

[Police]
Look at that blood
We think he's up there:
The elevator's roof.

[Lecter]
I'm leaving you now
Goodbye and take care
You won't believe this goof.

[Police]
Fire a shot in his knee!
No response; who the hell can this be!?

[Lecter]
I've left the building at last I'm free,

[Police]
Say it isn't so,

[Lecter]
This cop is already dead, you see,

[Police]
Did we just let him go?

[Lecter]
I'm wearing his face on my head...
It's me!!!

People Will Say Were In Love (The Ink Spots)

People Will Say We're In Love
The Ink Spots
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein and Music by Richard Rodgers

Sung in the Broadway show "Oklahoma" by Alfred Drake and Joan Roberts
Sung in the film "Oklahoma" by Gordon MacRae and Shirley Jones
Three versions charted in 1943: Bing Crosby (#2), Frank Sinatra (#3)
and Hal Goodman managed # 11.


Don't throw bouquets at me
Don't please my folks too much
Don't laugh at my jokes too much
People will say we're in love

Don't sigh and gaze at me
Your sighs are so like mine
And your eyes mustn't glow like mine
People will say we're in love

Don't start collecting things
Give me my rose and my glove


Well, sweetheart, they're suspecting things
People will say we're in love


Trapped In The Closet Part 1of 5 (R. Kelly)

Seven o'clock in the morning
And the rays from the sun wakes me
I'm stretchin' and yawnin'
In a bed that don't belong to me
And a voice yells, "Good morning, darlin", from the bathroom
Then she comes out and kisses me
And to my surprise, she ain't you
Now I've got this dumb look on my face
Like, what have I done?
How could I be so stupid to be have laid here til the morning sun?
Must of lost the track of time
Oh, what was on my mind?
From the club, went to her home
Didn't plan to stay that long

Here I am, quickly tryin' to put on my clothes
Searching for my car keys
Tryin' to get on up out the door
Then she streched her hands in front of it
Said, "You can't go this way"
Looked at her, like she was crazy
Said, "Woman move out my way"
Said, "I got a wife at home"
She said, "Please don't go out there"
"Lady, I've got to get home"
She said, her husband was comin' up the stairs

"Shh, shh, quiet
Hurry up and get in the closet"
She said, "Don't you make a sound
Or some shit is going down"
I said, "Why don't I just go out the window?"
"Yes, except for one thing, we on the 5th floor"
"Think, think, quick, put me in the closet"
And now I'm in this darkest closet, tryin' to figure out
Just how I'm gonna get my crazy**up out this house

Then he walks in and yells, "I'm home"
She says, "Honey, I'm in the room"
He walks in there with a smile on his face
Sayin', "Honey, I've been missin' you"
She hops all over him
And says, "I've cooked and ran your bath water"
I'm tellin' you now, this girl's so good that she deserves an Oscar

Rolls her in the bed
And start to snatchin' her clothes off
I'm in the closet, like man, what the ** is going on?
You're not gonna believe it
But things get deeper as the story goes on
Next thing you know, a call comes through on my cell phone
I tried my best to quickly put it on vibrate
But from the way he act, I could tell it was too late
He hopped up and said, "There's a mystery going on
And I'm gonna solve it"
And I'm like, "God please, don't let this man open this closet"

He walks in the bathroom
And looks behind the door
She says, "Baby, come back to bed"
He says, "Bitch,say no more"
He pulls back the shower curtain
While she's biting her nails
Then he walks back to the room
Right now, I'm sweating like hell
Checks under the bed
Then under the dresser
He looks at the closet
I pull out my Baretta
He walks up to the closet
He comes up to the closet
Now he's at the closet
Damn he's opening the closet...

Song Is You (Jack Denny)

The Song is You
Jack Denny
Words by Oscar Hammerstein II and music by Jerome Kern.

Introduced by Tulio Carminati and Natalie Hall in the musical "Music in
the Air." Sung by John Boles in the 1934 film version.

I hear music when I look at you,
A beautiful theme of ev'ry dream I ever knew.
Down deep in my heart, I hear it play,
I feel it start then melt away.
I hear music when I touch your hand,
A beautiful melody from some enchanted land,
Down deep in my heart, I hear it say
Is this the day?
I alone have heard this lovely strain,
I alone have heard this glad refrain,
Must it be forever in side of me
Why can't I let it go?
Why can't I let you know?
Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring,
The music is sweet the words are true,
The song is you.

From: "Montcomags" <Montcomags@mclinc.org>

Love Is Alone (Geggy Tah)

When I am all alone and all by myself
and I am with nobody else
I listen to my heart beat and see my soul sleep
until the morning comes
When I am all alone
I hear a voice say
Love is deeper than loneliness

I sit upright in bed and look around my room.
Who was that who said, "love loneliness"?
I know Oscar Wilde said,
"To love oneself is the beginning
of a life long romance."

Love is deeper than loneliness
Love is nature at its best

I go to bed again and tuck myself in.
I listen for a voice,
I want it to begin
I can hear my heartbeat
and see my soul sleep
until the mourning comes

Love is deeper than loneliness
Love is nature at its best
Love is deeper than an emotion
I feel alive again when I feel love
life's a surprise again
when I feel love lives
beyond the end

if i loved you, song (from "carousel") from carousel (don felder)

Mario Lanza - If I Loved You, song (from "Carousel") From Carousel Music Downloads Mario Lanza - If I Loved You, song (from "Carousel") From Carousel Ringtone I loved you, time and again I would try to sayAll I'd want you to knowIf I loved you, words wouldn't come in an easy way`round in circles I'd goLongin' to tell you but, afraid and shy,I'd let my golden chances pass me bySoon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of dayNever, never to knowHow I love you, if I loved you<brief instrumental>Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of dayNever, never to knowHow I love you, if I loved you------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RICHARD RODGERS, OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN IILyrics © Williamson Music Mario Lanza - If I Loved You, song (from "Carousel") From Carousel Music Downloads Mario Lanza - If I Loved You, song (from "Carousel") From Carousel Ringtone


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