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11:46 am
February 11, 2023
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eminem-crack a bottle
The moment you’ve all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady (let’s go)
Don’t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin’ in my Tahoe
Got one ridin’ shotgun and no, not one of ’em got clothes
Now where’s the rubbers? Who’s got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of ’em
And there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse’s kickin’ up dust
It’s on ’til the break of dawn
And we’re starting this party from dusk
Fix your musk, you’ll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It’s a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in the cut
Fisticuffs, the lady gave her eighty-some paper cut
Now picture us it’s ridiculous you curse at the thought
‘Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words, it’s picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It’s elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say we’re the center of attention, it’s true
Not to mention back with a vengeance, so here’s the signal
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio’s back on you hoes
Don’t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin’ in my Tahoe
Got one ridin’ shotgun and no, not one of ’em got clothes
Now where’s the rubbers? Who’s got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of ’em
And there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse’s kickin’ up dust
It’s on ’til the break of dawn
And we’re starting this party from dusk
You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick ’cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like “Sick ’em, Dre”
I’m an itch that they can’t scratch, they sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
‘Cause over and above all, it’s just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
I’ll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Driving ’round with a smashed front end
Let’s cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado?
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions
Garage looks like Precision Collision
Or Maaco, beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low, speakers away from your face though
Don’t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin’ in my Tahoe
Got one ridin’ shotgun and no, not one of ’em got clothes
Now where’s the rubbers? Who’s got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of ’em
And there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse’s kickin’ up dust
It’s on ’til the break of dawn
And we’re starting this party from dusk
The money ain’t a thing when you party with me
It’s what we into, it’s simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn’t believe
I’m the Napalm, the bomb, the Don, I’m King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up, and reigned on
I’m so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn marijuana, do what you want
Nigga, on and on ’til the break of what?
Get the paper, man, I’m cakin’, you know I don’t give a fuck
I spend it like it don’t mean nothin’
Blow it like it’s supposed to be blown, motherfucker I’m grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit (uh-huh)
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bag, some classy shit (haha)
Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, “Move, ” a bitch move
Don’t act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin’ in my Tahoe
Got one ridin’ shotgun and no, not one of ’em got clothes
Now where’s the rubbers? Who’s got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of ’em
And there’s really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse’s kickin’ up dust
It’s on ’til the break of dawn
And we’re starting this party from dusk
11:58 am
February 11, 2023
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eminem-just lose it
#walkinghometuesday
11:59 am
February 11, 2023
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esham-watch me do my dance
Sick
[?]
You know what I’m talking about?
[Verse 1]
I’m with bro [?], I’m with [?], I’m with [?]
Not the Ku Klux Klan, but I hang ’em
Don’t be talking that shit about me, I’m connected
All around worldwide, highly respected
Bullet’s in the chamber ready to eject it
It’s a price on your head, and I’m ready to collect it
They say I wake the dead, when I spit I resurrect it
Once my weapon is selected, I squeeze the trigger hectic
I’m a Soopa Villain, motherfuck your feelings
Dollars stacked up to the ceiling
Every day I’m illing killing blood spilling
And I’m ready and willing to drill ’em first time I glance on ’em
You don’t stand a chance, now watch me do my dance on ’em
[Chorus]
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance, the blicky’s in my pants
Yeah I kill [?] busting down him and his mans
Keep on dancing on your grave, dance all night like it’s a rave
Come through like a tsunami, wipe out your little wave
Peter Piper picked a pepper, dance on him ’cause he a snitch
First I did the Rambisco then broke out to the Jit
Girl I’m too legit to quit, spent two thousand on this fit
Do a spin like Michael Jackson, grab my nuts, she did my splits
With my wrist just like this, [?] she cooked me fish and chips
With dip, too much drip
[Chorus]
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
[Verse 3]
They gon’ watch me, they can’t stop me
I got clones and carbon copies
They can mock me, they can jock me
But don’t ever ever rock me
They too sloppy like some toppy
From your mommy, I’m your poppy
I was dancing all in Detroit all the way to Abu Dhabi
Did my dance on the police, then I left ’em in the street
Diamonds dancing on her chain, she was dancing to the beat
Catch me dancing in the cold, I be dancing with my heat
Got ’em dancing in they cars, got ’em dancing in they seat
Never dancing with the stars ’cause I’ll dance yo ass to sleep
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
Watch me do my dance on ’em
12:11 pm
February 11, 2023
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bukshot-death dance
Seventeen problems but your bitch ass ain’t one
Looks like you got a problem down the barrel of a shotgun
Love me some haters, line ’em up and take ’em all out
Messin’ with the mob, you probably should have taken a different route
Sneak up in your house like my name was Thomas Hewitt
When the boss gives a call, you know we gotta fuckin’ do it (gotta fuckin’ do it)
I’m on my squad shit so please make no mistake
Gonna find your rotting carcass at the bottom of a fucking lake
Now it’s too late, you gotta reap what you sow
This be a death dancе and here comes thе crows
I got to admit, I thought you might have been smarter
But now we gotta make your dumb ass a fuckin’ martyr (a fuckin’ martyr)
[Chorus: Bukshot]
I see my skeletons dancing (skeletons dancing)
Somebody must have let them out the closet (let them out the closet)
Kind of funny but my rivals ain’t laughin’ (rivals ain’t laughin’)
To keep it real, I think I may have caused it (may have caused it)
This a death dance, the reaper’s watching you (watching you)
Give your last breath, that’s what it’s costin’ you (what it’s costin’ you)
Smokin’ Joe approves, you got the cosign (got the cosign)
Caught ’em in a bad mood and there’s no time
[Verse 2: Krawley]
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Come to my hood (come to my hood), I smile while your whole crew stands in fright
It’ll be alright (it’ll be alright), Bukshot told me not to take your life (life)
But I’ve never listened, so it’s time for you to feel my knife
Cut ’em up, gut ’em up, wet ’em up, hang your insides up like Ed Gein (Ed Gein)
I spill the blood of a punk, now my whole crib looks like a crime scene (crime scene)
I switched from the knife to the pump, now your whole crew scatter like roaches (roaches)
I love the thrill of the hunt, now watch as the monster encroaches
As I lurk in the shadows you know I stay hooded up like a Sith Lord (Sith Lord)
Blue rag on my face (face), mason jar full of blood in case I get bored (get bored)
You can run if you want to (want to), think quick homeboy ’cause it might be your last chance
Mobstyle don’t play (don’t play), now watch me as I do my death dance
I see my skeletons dancing (skeletons dancing)
Somebody must have let them out the closet (let them out the closet)
Kind of funny but my rivals ain’t laughin’ (rivals ain’t laughin’)
To keep it real, I think I may have caused it (may have caused it)
This a death dance, the reaper’s watching you (watching you)
Give your last breath, that’s what it’s costin’ you (what it’s costin’ you)
Smokin’ Joe approves, you got the cosign (got the cosign)
Caught ’em in a bad mood and there’s no time
[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Jumped on my grind shit, put it in a chokehold (chokehold)
I can get you knocked off, ain’t no broke ho (broke ho)
Dropped twenty racks on your head, then you dead
Fish food on the bottom of a river filled with lead (lead)
See, I get it, you ain’t used to fucking with a G (G)
You not used to mobsters swinging back up on they enemies (up on they enemies)
Now that my kids are grown, killer (killer), I’ll handle you
Watchin’ hollow tips turn your head into a can of stew
Lookin’ through the cannon view, karma take the steering wheel
Fuck the opps! This the Mob, promise we ain’t scared to kill (scared to kill)
This is death, you can see it on our faces (faces)
Shotgun blast (blast), bitch, we are the gauges (we are the gauges)
[Chorus: Bukshot]
I see my skeletons dancing (skeletons dancing)
Somebody must have let them out the closet (let them out closet)
Kind of funny but my rivals ain’t laughin’ (rivals ain’t laughin’)
To keep it real, I think I may have caused it (may have caused it)
This a death dance, the reaper’s watching you (watching you)
Give your last breath, that’s what it’s costin’ you (what it’s costin’ you)
Smokin’ Joe approves, you got the cosign (got the cosign)
Caught ’em in a bad mood and there’s no time (no ti
12:17 pm
February 11, 2023
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eminem-3am
There’s no place to hide (ayo)
You scream, “Someone save me” (yo)
But they don’t pay no mind (ayo)
Goodnight, goodbye
It’s almost four in the mornin’ and you’re in a
Nightmare, it’s horrible, right there’s the coroner
Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya
You’re a goner, he’s onto ya
Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run
All you want is to rest ’cause you can’t run anymore, you’re done
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience
While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it
Here I sit, while I’m caught up in deep thought again
Contemplating my next plot again
Swallowin’ a Klonopin while I’m noddin’ in and out on the ottoman
At the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, then
Lick my finger and swirl it ’round the bottom
And make sure I got all of it
Wake up naked at McDonald’s with
Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit
Guess I must’ve just blacked out again, not again
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin’ all over the floor and
I don’t remember how they got there
But I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
I said, it’s 3 AM in the mornin’
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin’ all over the floor and
I don’t remember how they got there
But I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
I wonder what’s on the tube, maybe they’ll show some boobs
Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana then
I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin’
Dismantlin’ every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and
Grab my flannel and my bandana, then
Kiss the naked mannequin man again
You can see him standin’ in my front window if you look in
I’m just a hooligan who’s used to using hallucinogens
Causin’ illusions again, brain contusions again
Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins
Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through
Dazed and I’m so confused
Days that I don’t know who gave these molecules to
Me, what am I gon’ do?
Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one
Very methodical when I slaughter them
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin’ all over the floor and
I don’t remember how they got there
But I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
I said, it’s 3 AM in the mornin’
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin’ all over the floor and
I don’t remember how they got there
But I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
It puts the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again
She puts the lotion in the bucket
It puts the lotion on the skin
Or else it gets the hose again
I can’t quite remember when I had that
Much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic-and-a-half
A flashlight up Kim Kardashian’s ass
I remember the first time I dismembered a family member
December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin
I wrapped him in Christmas lights
Pushed him into the stinkin’ tub, cut him up into pieces
And just when I went to drink his blood
I thought, “I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun”
That’s when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun
The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son
Your blood-curdling screams just don’t seem to bother me none
It’s 3 AM and here I come, so you should probably run
A secret passageway around here, man, there’s got to be one
Oh no, there’s probably none
He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs
But ain’t no stopping me from chopping him up-up, ’cause
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin’ all over the floor and
I don’t remember how they got there
But I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
I said, it’s 3 AM in the mornin’
Put my key in the door and
Bodies layin’ all over the floor and
I don’t remember how they got there
But I guess I must’ve killed ’em, killed ’em
Yo, yo, ayo (evil, rise)
Yo, yo, ayo (evil, rise)
Yo, yo, ayo (evil, rise)
(evil, rise)
(evil, rise)
12:30 pm
February 11, 2023
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bukshot-rise up
Say my name in the mirror three times
I’ll show up like a chimera, holding three Nines
I’m a gunslinger beating on a war drum
Ring the bells of death, just sit back and watch The Horde come
Relentless, I’ve been in the trenches
Living in the shadows in the underground with ninjas
Record labels say they want me dead, I got no interest
‘Til they making moves and piss me off, I’m seeking vengeance (Hahahaha!)
Death Eaters, you don’t want to meet us
Like The Five Dеadly Venoms spitting bars like gripping heatеrs
Lyrics treacherous, promise I got something for these people
When they mention us, just a case of magic making evil
[Bridge: Bukshot]
Like Beelzebub I come through this thing and straight up trippin’
What the hell is up? Y’all don’t want me on the mic and spittin’?
When I’m rippin’, you’re cappin’
Real G shit, no trappin’
Straight hustle, no slacking
Flex muscle, what’s happenin’?
[Chorus: Lo Key]
Underground rise up! Let the wicked shit penetrate
Sew they mouths shut so they can never hate
Underground rise up! Put them boots to the ground now
Raising the flags, let them sirens sound now
Underground rise up! Gather round, the end is near
We run this shit from underneath the earth, now we emerge
Underground rise up! Gather round, the end is near
So fuck all of our opposition, yeah, I think it’s time to kill
Underground rise up!
Poison pen proverbs performed by the poet
Slit your neck into sedation and you wouldn’t even know it
Under bridges where the troubled water floweth
Serial killers say that Carver gold and got goated (Baa!)
Wrote it inside of the manifesto, chewed my fingers to the bone
Succubuses off the skin of all the bitches in my home
Mental conditions unknown, the diagnosis is death
I pay a visit while your family’s praying, paying respects
[Verse 3: Billy Obey]
We all have a lot of flaws but you dying with those (Why?)
Billy overdosed when I got high in the lows (No)
It’s hard where I’m from, the slum, it’s like the underground
When I paint the town red all these blood suckers come around
Trying to get a taste of my work but not one of ’em
Earned or deserved a place in the church (Amen)
Shit I’ve got a lot of thoughts on the scene but I can’t share those
So I’ll just say I love you with air quotes (Ah yes)
[Verse 4: Joe Black]
When the world ends, I hope I do too (Kill)
I’ll rise up and watch it burn from a bird’s-eye view
I’m a psycho with a head of horns, I bury all you cherish
Begging The Almighty, let you motherfuckers perish
Bitches always ask, do I take the mask off?
Yeah, only when I’m jacking off high on bath salts
Underground rise up! Let the wicked shit penetrate
Sew they mouths shut so they can never hate
Underground rise up! Put them boots to the ground now
Raising the flags, let them sirens sound now
Underground rise up! Gather round, the end is near
We run this shit from underneath the earth, now we emerge
Underground rise up! Gather round, the end is near
So fuck all of our opposition, yeah, I think it’s time to kill
Underground rise up!
12:36 pm
February 11, 2023
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icP-raise from the ground
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Jump
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up
Wake up. Wake, up. Jump
[Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
(Wake it) Chicky bicky boo, fire rings
Hail to dead when the warlock sings (Come on!)
Dead bodies wake to the juggalo sound
Raise from the ground
Raise from the ground
Look. (What?) We need more dead fat chicks (Yeah)
Maggots and slugs hangin’ off they tits
Dead bodies, wake to the juggalo sound
Raise from the ground
Raise from the ground
You don’t like clowns, you chop my head
I’ll just have to paint my neck instead (Bitch)
You can’t kill me, (Ho) I already died
I’m just hanging out gettin’ live, baby
The dead sold love and [?]
And served they own ribs at barbeques
Dead bodies, wake to the juggalo sound
Raise from the ground
Raise from the ground
Everybody dead on the East Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the West Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the North Side (RISE!)
South Side (RISE!) Everybody (RISE)
Everybody dead on the East Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the West Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the North Side (RISE!)
South Side (RISE!) Everybody (RISE)
[Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Lamb skin blood and severed tongue
Mix that shit up and give me some
Dead bodies wake to the juggalo sound
Raise from the ground
Raise from the ground
You think you the shit just ‘cause you can bungee jump?
Bitch, I’d rather just jump
Dead bodies wake to the juggalo sound
Raise from the ground
Raise from the ground
Dead mother fuckers drink poison shit
And piss out five different holes in they dick (Haha)
They can pull their head off and kick that bitch down the block
Dead people rock!
Toothless dead hoes givin’ me head
I’m livin’ like Elvis: fat and dead
Dead bodies, wake to the juggalo sound
Raise from the ground
Raise from the ground!
Everybody dead on the East Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the West Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the North Side (RISE!)
South Side (RISE!) Everybody (RISE)
Everybody dead on the East Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the West Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the North Side (RISE!)
South Side (RISE!) Everybody (RISE)
[Bridge: Violent J]
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Jump
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up
Wake up. Wake, up. Jump
[Verse 3: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Pretty yourself up nice and hot *kiss*
But sooner or later, that face will rot (Oh)
Dead bodies wake from the juggalo sound (Come on)
Raise from the ground!
Raise from the ground!
Ain’t no dead bigots. No way
Dead people all come in butthole gray (Haha)
Dead bodies wake from the juggalo sound
Raise from the ground
Raise from the ground!
Call me crazy, I’d rather be dead
With my eyeballs hangin’ out of my head
Follow your bigot-ass wicked law
I’d rather be ass-out dead like “Fuck y’all!”
Dead folks wakin’ up now any minute
To pull they arm off and slap you with it!
Dead bodies wake from the juggalo sound
Raise from the ground!
Raise from the ground!
[Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope]
Everybody dead on the East Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the West Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the North Side (RISE!)
South Side (RISE!) Everybody (RISE)
Everybody dead on the East Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the West Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the North Side (RISE!)
South Side (RISE!) Everybody (RISE)
[Outro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope, Shaggy 2 Dope]
Everybody dead on the East Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the West Side (RISE!)
Everybody dead on the North Side (RISE!)
South Side (RISE!) Everybody (RISE)
Dead mother fucker!
12:46 pm
February 11, 2023
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eminem-music box
or is it em in them or them in em or them in them or is it feminem?…damn i could use some prozak!!!
Can you hear that? It’s playing our song
Are you sleepy? Take a nap
You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?
I knock on Dakota’s door, it’s locked, so I go to creep
Round the back with binoculars, not ’cause I wanna peep
But because I’m hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat
Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows are so sweet
With sugar plums, oh, look, here comes Marshall, he’s on your street
He’s placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet
Now walk on ’em, he’s dancing with carcasses, cheek to cheek
Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham
Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam
Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams’
I guess a modern day Jack the Ripper is all that I am, my music box
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes, and I plug my nose
My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know
I put on my mother’s makeup, get naked and run around
Wavin’ the gun around, I think I’m down to a hundred pounds
There’s thunder, I wonder how come it rains but the sun is out
The devil’s upset with his wife, they must be sluggin’ it out
I must be buggin’ the fuck out, but what the fuck about?
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house
They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It’s locked
I pick it and open it, but it’s stuffed full of human parts
I dig ’til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
It’s playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I’ll loom in the park, my music box
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
Neck like a pixie stick
The sick, Satan-worshippin’ bitches get horse-whippin’s
I’m in the back, through the back door, slip in through the crack
Leavin’ the corpse drippin’, the mortician of love, sent from above
Forced entry, the more wenchy, the more stingy I become
Been doin’ this for more than a quarter century, I’m just numb
Am I dreamin’, is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns
The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder
I’ve had enough of the chatter, climb up to the window, look at her
Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her
With a bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her
But before I do that, I’ll have a chat to flatter her
Give her two compliments, back-to-back, like Tabatha
I’m your secret admirer, I’m back to ravish ya
So strong is your fight, but you’re no match for Dracula
Prolonging her plight, as I go back to stabbin’ her
Dismember her limbs, simple as that, cadaver her
Zoom in with the lens, then pan back, the camera
Stand back, ’cause here comes your man, Jack, so Pamela, my music box
But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (my music box)
Although we’re worlds apart, you mean the world to me (my music box)
So once you call, I come, I will answer (my music box)
‘Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl’s asleep (my music box)
I hear my music box playing a song for me (my music box)
So won’t you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
5:56 pm
February 11, 2023
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lo key-hypnosis
5:59 pm
February 11, 2023
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lo key-dead walking
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bukshot ft lyte-we working
Run up, you get done up
In the moonlight till the sun up
Always on the come up
Pay attention, put the blunt up
You’re too high to move on
Erase you like Goo Gone
Sleep you like futon
I’m a virus, Wuhan (Wuhan)
I got no problem to come tuck you away (come tuck you away)
Online you’s talking shit but now you’ve got nothing to say
To a mobster rolling with The Monstar
Me and Lyte are monsters, together we some Mobstars
Heard them whack beats, must have bought ’em off of Pawn Stars
Just about a trigger pull away from pulling y’all’s cards (y’all’s cards)
They think they so hard but they can’t maintain
Point and play the blame game, wherе you think the pain came? (pain came)
[Chorus: Bukshot & Lyte]
Sеrpents slither through the night
Shadows lurking spreading fear amongst these bitch rappers
Perping! Know they lazy but they see us out here working
We always working killer
We don’t slow down, we never lay low
Real G’s in the streets on our payroll
And they ain’t living that life that they say so
They know that these horns hold up my halo
I’m drinking on this liquor, ninja, till my fucking liver quits
I’ll put you in the river deeper than a fucking sliver gets (ugh!)
Watch ’em slither, hiss, shiver, piss they pants, you’ve been a bitch
I hit you with this scissor kick ‘cause me and Buk deliver hits
We working, they perping, I’m in my bag, no Birkin
We riding, we swerving in a big body Suburban (skkrt)
We lurking, ducking them serpents (aye)
I’m murking, you step on my Turface (aye)
I’m wicked, you scum with no surface (aye)
For certain I’m breaking your circuits (oh)
When I surface, got ’em all nervous
Can you just learn this, I’m the crazy one
You lazy bums talking that shit, and they getting it but it don’t faze me none
I’d die for the game so on line your doom
And I bounce back just like Majin Buu
Spreading fear, the legend’s here
Better get to dodging fool
[Chorus: Bukshot & Lyte]
Serpents slither through the night
Shadows lurking spreading fear amongst these bitch rappers
Perping! Know they lazy but they see us out here working
We always working killer
We don’t slow down, we never lay low
Real G’s in the streets on our payroll
And they ain’t living that life that they say so
They know that these horns hold up my halo
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lo key-nasty
Nasty with the verbals i’m the illest
Mouth gutter like a periphrastic alligator grillen
Bitch i don’t bite lyrics but I’m chomping on your juggler
Right after strangulation suffocation and a bunch of drugs
Uh
They call me general lokezilla i stomp shit
Black contacts and black hoodies and we all spit
Mask and no mask motherfucker the raw shit
Find a knife slice making you like a faucet
Look me in the eyes man its obvious that i lost it
Talking about my mind man I’m dining with the corpses
Trying to tell myself its all normal yea of course its
Fine to drink red wine from an abortion
Im so nasty
You already know
I keeps it trashy
From la to tokyo
Im so nasty
With a toxic glow
So keeps it blastin
Inside of your stero
Check it
Yo
I was summoned like a demon from a ouija board
And ended throught the spirit world in 1984
I was only posing as a human
Long enough to make a movement
And control you through my music
Yo
(lyrical monster)
Pain is the mantra
Pain is no obstacle
Blade through your optacle
Nevrves im gonna pop them
Brain tissue gots to go
Crazy
And this dame
Calls me doctor lo
Check it
(who that,who that)
Lokevelly acting reckless
With a bottle and a body
That is helles named alexis
Wrapped the bodyin the specis
Now my body is my breakfast
Im infected and infected is what im rocking on my necklace bitch
Im so nasty
You already know
I keeps it trashy
From la to tokyo
Im so nasty
With a toxic glow
So keeps it blastin
Inside of your stero
Rap game jesus
With a penis for your trancia
If you dont agree doesnt matter im penatrating yea
Yea it was a rape joke i was only playing bruh
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icP-sleepwalker
Welcome everyone
Nate it’s good to see you back
People we have a new member today
I’d like you to meet him
He’s gonna stand up and tell us
What’s going on with him and
What he wants to change about himself
If you will
Um, hello everybody
My name is Violent J
And I’m an axe murderer
(Hi Violent J)
Ok now remember we all have similar problems
And that’s why we’re all here
To help each other work them out
Well I just hope you guys don’t think I’m crazy but um, well
(Tell us, tell us, tell us, tell us)
[Verse 1: Violent J]
Okay I will tell you if you don’t tell no one else
Think I have a problem and I probably could use help
You know the midnight killer that’s been all over TV
I’m not totally sure but I think it could be me
Something happens to me when I’m sleeping in the night
Wake up in my backyard with a shovel and a knife
Filling up a hole again, I’ve dug up thirty-two
I know all my dreams of murder probably all are true
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
[Verse 2: Violent J]
I walk around my neighborhood in slippers and my sweats
Snoring loud and mumbling, steady squeezin’ necks
Never have to worry about traffic or the cops
All I have to do is stay away from doughnut shops
I remember napping time in kindygarten class
Wasn’t quite a killer yet, I’d only beat some ass
Never very popular, most kids would point and stare
That’s why I bring the NyQuil and drink that shit right there
[Chorus: Violent J]
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
I think, well I hope it’s like
All bigots and richies that I’m killing but
Probably an occasional innocent bystander every now and then
That’s okay, we all make mistakes
But are you absolutely sure that
It’s even you doing these killings?
[Verse 3: Violent J]
The more I think about it all I see that it could be
Every time I meet a girl and bring her home with me
Wake up in the morning there’s no sign of my sweetheart
Yet I see another hole is dug up in my yard
Denny’s all night murders, and the Kinko’s killing spree
Missing Sunday paper boys I can’t believe it’s me
I’m the only one from summer camp that made it home
Could this really be what’s goin on?
Let me sleep on it
[Chorus: Violent J]
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
Ride around on possum back and eat with the raccoons
Chirpin’ with the crickets naked underneath the moon
Every morning I wake up and check if I’ve been gone
Muddy boots, and Steak ‘n Shake food wrappers on my lawn
I cannot imagine just to think what I have done
Sat there eating chili fries and slaughtered everyone
Tried to see a hypnotist to get inside my head
But woke up and found that bitch dead, because
[Chorus: Violent J]
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
I choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
Stab ’em (stab ’em), right
Choke ’em (choke ’em), kill ’em (kill ’em)
And sleep right through the night
[Outro]
Hi hi hi, hi hi hi, hi hi hi, hi hi hi
Hi hi hi, hi hi hi, hi hi hi, hi
I choke ’em (choke ’em)
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