Monster Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
And I just can't hold it
It's scratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake
And I can't control it
Hiding under the bed
In my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this?
Make it end!

I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I
Feel like a monster
I hate what I've become
The nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I
Feel like a monster
I feel like a monster

My secret side I keep
Hid under lock and key
I keep it caged
But I can't control it
Cause if I let him out
He'll tear me up
And break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this?
Make it end!

I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I
Feel like a monster
I hate what I've become
The nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I
Feel like a monster
I feel like a monster

It's hiding in the dark
It's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me
It wants my soul,
It wants my heart
No one can hear me scream
Maybe it's just a dream
Or maybe it's inside of me
Stop this monster!

I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I
Feel like a monster
I hate what I've become
The nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I
Feel like a monster
I feel like a monster


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Don't Wake Me Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
I went to bed I was thinking about you
Ain't the same since I'm living without you
All the memories are getting colder
All the things that I wanna do over

Went to bed I was thinking about you
I wanna talk and laugh like we used to
When I see you in my dreams at night
It's so real but it's in my mind

[Pre]
And now
I guess
This is as good as it gets

[Chorus:]
Don't wake me
'Cause I don't wanna leave this dream
Don't wake me
'Cause I never seem to stay asleep enough
When it's you I'm dreaming of
I don't wanna wake up

Don't wake me
We're together just you and me
Don't wake me
'Cause we're happy like we used to be
I know I've gotta let you go
But don't wake me

[V2]
I went to bed I was thinking about you
And how it felt when I finally found you
It's like a movie playing over in my head
Don't wanna look 'cause i know how it ends
All the words that I said that I wouldn't say
All the promises I made that I wouldn't break
It's last call, last song, last dance
'Cause I can't get you back, can't get a second chance

And now, I guess
This is as good as it gets

Bridge
These dreams of you keep on growing stronger
It ain't a lot but it's all I have
Nothing to do but keep sleeping longer
Don't wanna stop cause I want you back


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Awake And Alive Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
I'm at war with the world and they
Try to pull me into the dark
I struggle to find my faith
As I'm slippin' from your arms

It's getting harder to stay awake
And my strength is fading fast
You breathe into me at last

[Chorus]
I'm awake I'm alive
Now I know what I believe inside
Now it's my time
I'll do what I want 'cause this is my life
here, right now
I'll stand my ground and never back down
I know what I believe inside
I'm awake and I'm alive

[V2]
I'm at war with the world cause I
Ain't never gonna sell my soul
I've already made up my mind
No matter what I can't be bought or sold

When my faith is getting weak
And I feel like giving in
You breathe into me again

[Bridge]
Waking up waking up
In the dark
I can feel you in my sleep
In your arms I feel you breathe into me
Forever hold this heart that I will give to you
Forever I will live for you


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One Day Too Late Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
Tick tock hear the clock countdown
Wish the minute hand could be rewound
So much to do and so much I need to say
Will tomorrow be too late

Feel the moment slip into the past
Like sand through an hourglass
In the madness I guess I just forget
To do all the things I said

[Pre]
Time passes by
Never thought I'd wind up
One step behind
Now I've made my mind up

[Chorus]
Today I'm gonna try a little harder
Gonna make every minute last longer
Gonna learn to forgive and forget
'Cause we don't have long, gonna make the most of it

Today I'm gonna love my enemies
Reach out to somebody who needs me
Make a change, make the world a better place
'Cause tomorrow could be one day too late
One day too late
One day too late

[V2]
Tick tock hear my life pass by
I can't erase and I can't rewind
Of all the things I regret the most I do...
Wish I'd spent more time with you

Here's my chance for a new beginning
I saved the best for a better ending
And in the end I'll make it up to you, you'll see
You'll get the very best of me

[Bridge]
Your time is running out
You're never gonna get it back
Make the most of every moment
Stop saving the best for last


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It's Not Me, It's You Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
Let's get the story straight
You were a poison
You flooded through my veins
You left me broken
You tried to make me think
That the blame was all on me
With the pain you put me through
And now I know that it's not me it's you

[Chorus]
It's not me it's you
Always has been you
All the lies and stupid things you say and do
It's you
It's not me it's you
All the lies and pain you put me through
I know that it's not me it's you
You
You
It's not me it's you, you

[V2]
So here we go again
The same fight we're always in
I don't care so why pretend
Wake me when your lecture ends
You tried to make me small
Make me fall and it's all your fault
With the pain you put me through
And now I know that it's not me it's you

[Bridge]
Let's get the story straight
You were a poison
Flooding through my veins
Driving me insane
And now you're gone away
I'm no longer choking
From the pain you put me through
And now I know that it's not me it's you


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Should've When You Could've Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
I'm done wondering where you've been
All night long when you're out with your friends
All you say, that the matter's over
But now that chapter's over

I'm done trusting you it's ended
Even after I catch you red handed
You could've been my only one
But now your chance is gone

[Chorus]
You should've when you could've
You're gonna miss my love girl
You should, it would've been so good
You should've when I would've
Now I know I've had enough
Better luck next time girl
You should, it would've been so good

[V2]
I'm done chasing you all over
May as well be chasing after thunder
Play hard to get if it makes you happy
For a change now you can start chasing me

Don't cry cause I ain't your sure thing
It ain't my fault you don't know a good thing
You could've been my only one
But now your chance is gone

[Bridge]
Don't you understand
Don't wanna be your backup plan
Now I won't be here to clean up when it hits the fan

You tried to keep me on your leash
It's time you started chasing me


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Believe Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
I'm still trying to figure out how to tell you I was wrong
I can't fill the emptiness inside since you've been gone
So is it you or is it me?
I know I said things that I didn't mean
But you should've known me by now
You should've known me

[Chorus]
If you believed
When I said
I'd be better off without you
Then you never really knew me at all
If you believed
When I said
That I wouldn't be thinking about you
You thought you knew the truth but you're wrong
You're all that I need
Just tell me that you still believe

[V2]
I can't undo the things that led us to this place
But I know there's something more to us than our mistakes
So is it you or is it me
I know I'm so blind when we don't agree
But you should've known me by now

You should've known me
Cuz you're all that I want
Don't you even know me at all
You're all that I need
Just tell me that you still believe


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Forgiven Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
Forgive me now cause I
Have been unfaithful
Don't ask me why cause I don't know

So many times I've tried
But was unable
But this heart belongs to you alone

[Chorus]
Now I'm in our secret place
Alone in your embrace
Where all my wrongs have been erased
You have forgiven

All the promises and lies
All the times I compromise
All the times you were denied
You have forgiven

[V2]
Forgive me I'm ashamed
I've loved another
I can't explain cause I don't know
No one can take your place
And there is no other
Forever yours and yours alone

[Bridge]
Take me to our secret place
(We'll leave the world away)
I get down on my knees
Feel your love wash over me
There will never be another
You're the only one forever
And you know I'm yours alone


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Sometimes Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
Sometimes when I lie
I know you're on to me
Sometimes I don't mind
How hateful that I can be

Sometimes I don't try
To make you happy
I don't know why I do the things I do to you but...

[Chorus]
Sometimes I don't wanna be better
Sometimes I can't be put back together
Sometimes I find it hard to believe
There's someone else who could be
Just as messed up as me

[V2]
Sometimes don't deny
That everything is wrong
Sometimes rather die
Than to admit it's my fault

Sometimes when you cry
I just don't care at all
I don't know why I do the things I do to you but...

[Bridge]
I want someone to hurt
Like the way I hurt
It's sick but it makes me feel better

[V3]
Sometimes I can't hide
The demons that I face
Sometimes don't deny
I'm sometimes sinner sometimes saint


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Never Surrender Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
Do you know what it's like when
You're scared to see yourself
Do you know what it's like when
You wish you were someone else
Who didn't need your help to get by
Do you know what it's like
To wanna surrender

[Chorus]
I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow
I don't wanna live like this today
Make me feel better
I wanna feel better
Stay with me here
And never surrender

[V2]
Do you now what it's like when
You're not who you wanna be
Do you know what it's like to
Be your own worst enemy
Who sees the things in me I can't hide
Do you know what it's like to wanna surrender

[Bridge]
Make me feel better
You make me feel better
You make me feel better
Put me back together


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Lucy Lyrics

Artist : SKILLET
Album : Awake

[V1]
Hey Lucy, I remember your name
I left a dozen roses on your grave today
I'm in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away
I just came to talk for a while
I got some things I need to say

[Chorus]
Now that it's over
I just wanna hold her
I'd give up all the world to see that little piece of heaven looking
back at me
Now that it's over
I just wanna hold her
I've gotta live with the choices i made
And I can't live with myself today

[V2]
Hey Lucy, I remembered your birthday
They said it'd bring some closure to say your name
I know I'd do it all different if I had the chance
But all I got are these roses to give
And they can't help me make amends

[Bridge]
Here we are
Now you're in my arms
I never wanted anything so bad
Here we are
For a brand new start
Living the life that we could've had

Me and Lucy walking hand in hand
Me and Lucy never wanna end
Just another moment in your eyes
I'll see you in another life
In heaven where we never say goodbye

[Bridge]
Here we are, now you're in my arms
Here we are for a brand new start
Got to live with the choices I've made
And I can't live with myself today

Me and Lucy walking hand in hand
Me and Lucy never wanna end
Got to live with the choices I've made
And I can't live with myself today

Hey Lucy, I remember your name


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Long Time Comin' Lyrics

Artist : TAKING BACK SUNDAY
Album : New Again

There's a symphony out past the trees beyond your father's house
The one you grew up in then grew out of
Got yourself to higher ground
You told me you ain't gonna miss it
But you'll never hear it like you heard it then
Like you heard it then

I didn't mean to wake you
Oh, I know it's late
These walls are caving in
I didn't mean to wake you
I left a note that read these walls are caving in

Well halfway out of town
Loading your father's father's gun
The one he smuggled back from Germany
After the war was won
You told me he ain't gonna miss it
Better serve it's purpose like it did back then
Just like it did back then
Besides he ain't reminiscing
Yeah he'll never hear it like he heard it then
Not like he heard it then

I didn't mean to wake you
Oh, I know it's late
These walls are caving in
I didn't mean to wake you
I left a note that read these walls are caving in
Oh these walls are caving in
Walls were caving in


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Didn't See That Coming Lyrics

Artist : TAKING BACK SUNDAY
Album : New Again

You were a medicine cabinet ball.
I came crawling, I came crawling, every night.
Like the rat I am.
Like the rat I am.
Of all the things, things I thought I'd seen.
Sure didn't see that coming.

Slower now.
At your patient's tracking, holes into your skin.
North to South
I came crawling, I came crawling, I came crawling.

Oh gently please,
won't you take your time with me?
Oh gently please,
stop talkin' 'bout dying like we haven't tried it.

All the things, the things I thought I'd seen.
Sure didn't see that coming.
And oh gently please,
won't you take your time with me?
And oh gently please,
stop talkin' 'bout dying like we haven't tried it.
And oh gently please,
stop talkin' 'bout dying like we haven't tried it.


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Krossroads INN Lyrics

Artist : TWIZTID
Album : W.I.C.K.E.D.

Got me a rhythm bass man first haunted place I've ever stayed in all night
up to this point was just chicken feed this the real deal
welcome to the big leagues thrill seeker with a video cam in hand
I'll be damned if miss a shot of the century on the count
if I was up there with video photography so I would be a little bit dumb
if I didn't come state of the arched for the hunt there's a curse
whoever signs a full name will never be aloud to return from where they came
so to prove it all wrong I jotted mine down fast put my middle initial between my first and my last
so my curse so I now signing it like an autograph even let it know I put my tops down
who am I to believe that she is real as the camera rolls and records what I feel.

this is where my problems begin, after just one night at the krossroads inn
cause you can't check out after you check in after just one night at the krossroads inn.
I've got to live it up even know the deads around I've got to live it up
screamin' falling out of the ground I got to live I up even know the ghosts are scared
I've got to live it up twiztids been around in the inn.

Up the stairs.


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Killing Season Lyrics

Artist : TWIZTID
Album : W.I.C.K.E.D.

Divided he stands, inhuman to the core
He lashes away at life 'cause he feels he deserves a little more
Than the ordinary every day caged angels and freaks

Listen in his voice when he speaks
Hear it like the anger in the roar of the thundering storm cloud
But wicked is the weather that continues to rain down upon him
Light watered on him in a bad way and all that that hate is doing to me

And now he sits in the dead of the night thinking of two ways to die
But he can't get it right, he's still alive
Killer by design, he took the long road home
But the road was closed, no way home I suppose

On the last hunt for the youth and the runaways
Killed his blood relatives and then murdered his first grades
Long gone, any moments when the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the walls of vacancy of his mind

No matter what they do to me, no matter what they say
I can't do right, I always go the other way
They can't reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's killing season

It's been a wash ever since he was born
And so he sits at home alone
Just trying to weather the storm
Hoping that the clouds will quit taking the form
Of a demon or a devil or an angel free fall

He's like the spawn of a million hated souls
In a downward spiral so out of control
He lost the battle of life and couldn't have any kids with his wife
And so he fucked her with a butcher knife

There's nothing left but he stays alive to spite
All the people that just wish he was down by sunlight
But he ain't going nowhere until they're coming to get him
So it's better to forget and just act like you never met him

If the chance comes, walk on the other side of the street
Because he just might be the last man you ever meet
And if you let him he would do some of the evilest deeds
And let your mind wander just for a second and you can see

No matter what they do to me, no matter what they say
I can't do right, I always go the other way
They can't reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's killing season

Confused she is given this little gift of life corrupted inside
Trackted by every guy she bites
Every force in her path she feels wrong
But inside insinuation couldn't be more wrong

She presses on through the world every day with more rage
And the day is like a book and it's written across her face
And the anger in her voice when she's letting the demons speak
In a fit with herself after words of her being weak, losing control

Tied to whatever little soul she retains
Minusing all of the portions she gave away
To this point everything in her life has been pointless
She's well in tune with feeling of disappointments

She killed her true self back in the day
And have never been the same since that selfish rage
Long gone, any moments when the heart is suppose to beat
And there's no one home behind the walls of vacancy of her mind

No matter what they do to me, no matter what they say
I can't do right, I always go the other way
They can't reach me, I refuse to reason
I am lost in my wicked mind and it's killing season


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Put Some Clothes On Lyrics

Artist : BREATHE CAROLINA
Album : It's Classy, Not Classic

I got a situation baby
I hope you can handle (I hope you can handle)
The way my hands are shaking
When the director says action
I know hollywood's got me

I got the notion that she's already done
It's hard enough with the camera alone
I see your eyes and they start to move
They catch a hint of my selfishness.
(Oh oh ohhh)

I'll see it in you by the person you are in me (and you forever)
Me and you forever
I'm simple like this, just as simple can be (it's me and you forever)
Me and you forever
I said it before but I got to believe in me and you forever
Me and you forever
I wanna see me with the person I am in you (and me forever)
You and me forever

A permanent reminder on the silver screen
May haunt me as tape is rolling
In sequence to my heartbeat

It's safe to say "I know hollywood's got me".

Just wait, hold on, one more, let's go,
We're on the spot and now we're gonna give it up
I like the way you honestly know that this is
The only real love scene

I'll see it in you by the person you are in me (and you forever)
Me and you forever
I'm simple like this, just as simple can be (it's me and you forever)
Me and you forever
I said it before but I got to believe in me and you forever
Me and you forever
I wanna see me with the person I am in you (and me forever)
You and me forever

(I know hollywoods got me)

I'll see it in you by the person you are in me (and you forever)
Me and you forever
I'm simple like this, just as simple can be (it's me and you forever)
Me and you forever
I said it before but I got to believe in me and you forever
Me and you forever
I wanna see me with the person I am in you (and me forever)


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Muah Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

[Verse: Naomi]
Bet you never had nobody like
This.
Had lipstick kiss like this.
Girls come with the drop of
A dime.
But their candies ain't quite
Like mine.
See I got this little thing
That I do.
If you were my man I would do
It to you.
Thanks for the drink, but, you
Betta move.
Cause I'm up in here with two.

[Chorus:]
And I'm the sh#t with the sh#t shawty. [x3]
I'm the sh#t with the sh#t
I kno wat I'm doin with this sh#t
Cause I'm the sh#t with the sh#t shawty [x2]
I'm the sh#t
Mmuah [x6]

[Verse 2: Binkie]
Now tell me wat you really gonna do with that.
Never seen a girl with an a$$ so fat.
I'm not a striper but I dance like that.
I'm not a striper but where the money at.
I'm not a freak, I'm not a nasty h@e.
Well I'm lyin but I'm classy though.
I'm like you don't wanna get get get it.
To the bed room hit hit hit it.
I'm not a dits I got a brain.
You saw my titties before you see my face.
It's all good nigga don't be shame.
I would feel the same. Cause I know you know.

[Chorus]

Mmuah [x11]

[Bridge:]
I'm havin that hey hey hey.
And I know you hadnt tell me but you know I had to come and put it, on you this way.
And it ain't no shame if I don't do anything, that means I love you babe.
Anything for you baby, I got you going crazy.
Love Love Love [x2]

[Chorus]

I got you crazy
Igot you crazy
Yea I know just what you want
I'm a give you what you want
I got you crazy
Crazy [x5]
I got you crazy.

[Talks: Naomi]


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So Good Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

How I'd let him come back
How I'd let him come back
She wants ya, I need ya
Please tell me to stay
She says that she loves ya like I love ya
But you know that it ain't the same

We had a fling
This I know
But now we got a thing...
She gotta let yo go
Cause now I'm actin crazy
I'm out here callin you baby [2x]
I shouldn't have let you hit that
Cause now I can't forget that
I thought I wouldn't really give a fuck
But now a bitchl all in love

Don't mean to be a hater
But ooo,shit, damn, you so good
So good, so good, so good, so good [2x]
So ooo, shit, damn

I miss ya, I can taste ya
Please come back to me
Baby lay in my arms
And say you'lll never leave

I gotta thing...And I know you know [2x]
So boy don't play with me, just stay with me
And allow me to give you more
My girls all call me crazy
Cause I'm out here callin you baby
I shouldn't have let you hit that
Cause now I can't forget that
I thought I wouldn't really give a fuck
But now a bitchl all in love

Don't mean to be a hater
But ooo, shit, damn, you so good
So good, so good, so good, so good [2x]
So ooo, shit, damn

I can't believe you
You put it on a girl like that
I can't believe I...
Just got off the phone with you but I wanna call right back
I can't believe you
Got me in the kitchen cookin for you like my first names Betty
I can't believe it
But you got that ooo ooo ooo ooo
[3x]
Ohoo ohoo hoo hoo
hoo ho...yeah...oo that feels good right there
ohoo,ohoo,ooo

But ooo, shit, damn, you so good
So good, so good, so good, so good
So ooo,shit, damn
So good [5x]
So ooo, shit, damn
You're so good


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Devotion Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

Radioo Killa (Killa)
Like gorilla (rilla rilla)

Oh yea ay ay

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh

Wrap me up like a gift (ahh)
Whisper in my ear say I'm the shit (ahh)
Can you feel my eyez on your lips (ahh)
Tears in your mouth give me a kiss (muah)
Now bring your body closer (oh)
Pin me to the wall like a poster (oh)
Tonights your turn so baby order
Now I'm biting on your body lke an orderv

Tonite u can take wat u want from me
Expose my devotion
I'm a do ya good from your head to your feet
Expose my devotion
All you gotta do is ask (ahh)
I'm right on top of it I'll handle that task (ew, ew)
Tonite I'm all yours baby
Expose my devotion to you, (to you [x7])
Devotion to you (to you [x7]) (devotion to you)

Cock it on my body boy come here (muahh)
I'm a rock it on like a baby in a crib (muahh)
Give you the whole thing not jus the cliff (ahh)
Now let me feel you under my skin (oooh)
I say I love you I'm a prove it (ohh)
Do anthing for you watch me do it (do it)
Boy you know you hot booooooo
So take me I'm yours

Tonite you can take wat you want from me
Expose my devotion
I'm a do ya good from your head to your feet
Expose my devotion
All u gotta do is ask (ahh)
I'm right on top of it I'll handle that task (ew, ew)
Tonite I'm all yours baby
Expose my devotion to you, (to you [x7])
Devotion to you (to you [x7]) (devotion to you)

Baby tonite I'm gonna verify my love
And after tonight you won't compare another girl
So hop on my flight I'm gonna take you out this world
You better hold on tight so make tonight last forever
(ever ever ever ever ever ever)

Hey... I was just thinking about you
What are you doing? (hmm)
Why don't you come over here first?
Mmmkay... see you in a min... bye


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Freaky Freaky Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

Radio Killa
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Love when the DJ, DJ play my shit, my shit
Like this, like this
I rock, I rock
My hips, my hips

I just called to say
(Boy you know I need you baby)
Makes me feel a way
(Ooh, and I just can't explain it baby)
I just want to see
(If you can come on over baby)
Without you I can't breathe
You got me saying

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
If my body's a club you're my disco ball, ooooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Tonight I wanna play
Come be my DJ
Now let's get

Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (we gon' get)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (you know I'm)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (I know you're)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Love when the DJ, Dj play my shit, my shit
Like this, like this
I rock, I rock
My hips, my hips (you know that I love you, baby)
Then I let it go now, now
Let it go, now, now
Let it go, now, now
You know that I love you baby

Hug me, I'm your slave
(You hold me down like shackles, baby)
Sweetie, I'm your prey
(Love how you swoop down and bite me, baby)
I've run out of words to say, so I'm like-
(baby)
Wish I could describe all the ways
You make me feel like

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
If my body's a club you're my disco ball, ooooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tonight I wanna play
Come be my DJ
Now let's get

Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (we gon' get)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (you know I'm)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (I know you're)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Love when the DJ, Dj play my shit, my shit
Like this, like this
I rock, I rock
My hips, my hips (you know that I love you, baby)
Then I let it go now, now
Let it go, now, now
Let it go, now, now
You know that I love you baby

Melting candles [? ] to the edge of the dresser drip
I can feel the electrik love at the end of your fingertips
Press me like a flat iron
Keep to me til the sun shines
Wake up to the morning dew
I just wanna look at you
While the birds singing
(Tweet, tweet, tweet)
Now let's get

Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (we gon' get)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (you know I'm)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (I know you're)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Love when the DJ, Dj play my shit, my shit
Like this, like this
I rock, I rock
My hips, my hips (you know that I love you, baby)
Then I let it go now, now
Let it go, now, now
Let it go, now, now
You know that I love you baby


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Bed Rest Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

Baby I wish I could hold you,
Promise I'll never let go of you
Baby you got me gone [x2]

[Verse 1:]
I don't know why I'm still so sad and blue.
And I don't know why I just can't get over you (ooh)
Cause he didn't go far, you did me no harm you make sure that I get all that I want so I jus don't know why I'm so sad and blue
When you give me all of you

[Chorus:]
You got me on bed rest
I'm hurtin for love
You got me on bed rest
It's like I'm givin life up
Pillows and thoughts not takin no calls and neva get up
You got me on bed rest
I'm hurtin for love
I didn't get the respect that I deserve,
It'll take time before I can find the will to get up. The will to get up

[Verse 2:]
I want the dark could somebody cut the lights off
Cut the lights on tryna get a rise on gone like the sun till morning and I can't lie when the day goes by I'm missing you I'm so horny
Baby I wish I could hold you promise I'll neva let go of ya baby you got me gone on, gone gone oh baby (eh eh eh eh eh eh, oh baby eh eh eh eh eh eh)

[Verse 3:]
I don't know why my eyes don't open till noon and even when they do they seem to close back at two (I don't wanna get up I don't wanna get up no)
You got me gone, I'm so on everytime you give me exactly what I want so I don't know why I'm so sad and blue

[Chorus:]
You got me on bed rest
I'm hurtin for love
You got me on bed rest
It's like I'm givin life up
Pillows and thoughts not takin no calls and neva get up

You got me on bed rest
I'm hurtin for love
I didn't get the respect that I deserve,
It'll take time before I can find the will to get up.
The will to get up

Baby I wish I could hold you promise I'll neva let go of ya baby you got me gone on, gone gone oh baby (eh eh eh eh eh eh, oh baby eh eh eh eh eh eh)


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Friend Lover Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

[Chorus:]
He's My, Friend Lover. Lover Like No Other
Fills Me Up When I'm Running Low On Love.
He's My, Friend Lover. Lover Like No Other
He Fills Me Up When I'm Running Low On Love.

[Verse 1:]
I, Just Take The Phone. Dial Him Up. Tell Him What I Want
Need A Little This, Need A Little That.
Down The Front, Down The Back.

[Bridge:]
He Don't Wanna Talk About Where I Been,
I Don't Wanna Talk About What He Did.
For Me He'll Leave His Homies.
Come Over And Put It On Me.
He Don't Wanna Talk About What We Do, It's Just Between Us 2.
He's My Man. All Day. All Nite. He's My Boo

[Chorus:]
He's My, Friend Lover. Lover Like No Other
Fills Me Up When I'm Running Low On Love.
He's My, Friend Lover. Lover Like No Other
He Fills Me Up When I'm Running Low On Love.

Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Friend Lover
(Friend Lover)
Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh

[Verse 2:]
I'm Busy When He's Gone.
He Will Know There's Nothing Set In Stone.
He Could Be My Man, If I Wanted Him To.
But I Forbid, I'll Never Break The Rules.
Rule 1: No Poppin' Up, Up Unannounced
Rule 2: Never Leave Your Clothes At My House
Rule 3: Can't Speak, If You See Me When I'm Out
Rule 4: You Can't Stay Past 5, I Gotta Be At Work By 9

[Bridge:]
He Don't Wanna Talk About Where I Been,
I Don't Wanna Talk About What He Did.
For Me He'll Leave His Homies.
Come Over And Put It On Me.
He Don't Wanna Talk About What We Do, It's Just Between Us 2.
He's Not My Man. All Day. But All Nite. He's My Boo

[Chorus:]
He's My, Friend Lover. Lover Like No Other
Fills Me Up When I'm Running Low On Love.
He's My, Friend Lover. Lover Like No Other
He Fills Me Up When I'm Running Low On Love.

Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Lover, Lover. Lover
Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh, Huh-uh

He Don't Wanna Talk About Where I Been,
I Don't Wanna Talk About What He Did.
For Me He'll Leave His Homies.
Come Over And Put It On Me.
He Don't Wanna Talk About What We Do, It's Just Between Us 2.
He's Not My Man. All Day. But All Nite. He's My Boo

[Chorus:]
He's My, Friend Lover. Lover Like No Other
Fills Me Up When I'm Running Low On Love.
He's My, Friend Lover. Lover Like No Other
He Fills Me Up When I'm Running Low On Love. [x2]


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P Is For Power Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

[Intro:]
P is for Power,
The U is for Used to
Cause my P better than that P that you used to

Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Hey

[Verse 1:]
Ain't got no money
Ain't got no car
Ain't got no jewels
Boy I'm a star
Ain't get no fare time
It's past your bedtime
Stay at you momma house
(Mm Mm, Hmmm?)

Ain't got no jet
You can get
Ain't got no juice
Can't get no fruit
You ain't paid
You can't get laid
You want this baby?
Step Off!

[Chorus:]
You ain't getting no P
(Nope, Nope)
You ain't getting no P
(Nope, Nope)
You ain't getting no P-E!
You ain't getting no P
(Nope)

[Verse 2:]
Ain't got no house
Ain't got no clothes
Nothing to fold my bank account bigger than yours
You ain't no papi
You a nadie
I'm together
You sloppy

You just a wanksta
You just a lame
You ain't no Jay-Z (New York!)
You ain't no Wayne
You think you hot
But you not
You want a shot?
Step Off!

[Chorus]

[Hook:]
P is for Power the U is for used to
Cause my P better than that P that your used to
One S is for Superior One S is for the Sex if you
Ain't had mine than you ain't had the best
The Y is for Yesss, Vanilla
If you wanna try boy you gotta buy
The Y is for Yess, Vanilla
If you wanna try boy you gotta buy

[Bridge:]
Ohhh I won't just fall into your arms oh Oh no
And I don't know why you seem so aloped oh no
Damn I kinda feel for you
Hold up I gotta deal for you
Give me yours and I'll give mine

If you wanna love the P lemme see them dolla signs, dolla signs
(Let me see them dolla signs)
Let me see them dolla signs
(Let me see them dolla signs)
Let me see them dolla signs
(Let me see them dolla signs)
Let me see them dolla signs
(Let me see them dolla signs)

You want the P?
(Uh Uh, You want me)
You want the P?
(Uh uh, you want me)
You want the P?
(Uh Uh, you want me)
You want the P?
(Uh Uh, you want me)

[Chorus]


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W.F.Y. Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

This could be big...
You know what it is...

Yeah, you really put it on a girl
I love the way you kiss on the pearl
I love it how we did it everywhere
I love it when you sweat out my hair
And boy you're like a Michael you can really beat it (wooo!)
And yes I, appreciate the lovely evening

Wonder if you fellas know the truth (know the truth)
Y'all don't fuck us, nigga we fuck you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh)
We fuck you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh)

I heard you like to put it on the street
And how I'm an undercover freak
You was like flash in the sheets
So fast I had to finish when u leave
Like a kid with a cake you can really eat it (uh)
Like a stray dog happy every time I feed him

I wonder if you know the truth, (know the truth)
Y'all don't fuck us, nigga we fuck you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you(eh), you (eh), you (eh)
We fuck you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh), you (eh)

Now I hope my momma don't hear this song
Cause she raised a choosy lover,
I pick my bones
And it's always my decision to get it on
Yeah I get it on, I get it on (two step)
I get it on, I get it on (two step)
I get it on, I get it on (two step)
I said I get that on, I get that on, I said I get that on
I get that on

It's all about me-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh (in da club)
We fuck you (eh), you (eh), you (eh) (all my girls)
We fuck you (eh), you (eh), you (eh) (put em up)
We fuck you (eh), you (eh), you (eh) (this song's about you)

We fuck you, you, you [continues in the background]

Come over here baby, let me talk to you for a second
Put up on a couple of things
You know that thing u do with your tongue?
It's amazing, stupendous, marvelous, exciting (damn)
But you gotta get your mind together
And them jeans is a little too tight...
What? I fucks with it?
It's cool, It's cool
I get it, some fashion, hahaha


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9 To 5 Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

[Verse 1:]
OoooOoohh
Punch the clock
Put it on me baby, ain't that much time
Ooh I, Tic Toc
Want you to love me like the flowers love the sunlight
Don't stop
Or baby take me and touch me, untill
I pop
Oooooooohh

[Bridge:]
Do that, do that, do that, yeah
Hit that spot like you knew that, yeah
Rock me till I'm clueless, yeah
I'm foolish, yeah

[Chorus:]
I like when you work me like that
Like a 9 to 5
O boy work me like that
Make me feel so right
Yeah [x6]

[Verse 2:]
OoooOoohh
It's 5 O'clock
I'm comin home, I'm runnin home to releave the tention
Tic Toc
Boy I need you like hearts and lyrics need a beat
Before they start
Want you to know that we belong together
Like ? and ?
Now get on top
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh

[Bridge:]
Do that, do that, do that, yeah
Hit that spot like you knew that, yeah
Rock me till I'm clueless, yeah
I'm foolish, yeah

[Chorus:]
I like when you work me like that
Like a 9 to 5
O boy work me like that
Make me feel so right

[Bridge]

I'm a make that body feel so good
Make that body feel so good
Make that body feel good
Good good gooood
Make my body say
Ooh Ooh Ooh Oohoo
Ooh Ooh Ooh Oohoo
Ooh Ooh Ooh Oohoo
Yeeeaaah, yeah [x5]

[Chorus:]
I like when you work me like that
Like a 9 to 5
O boy work me like that
Make me feel so right
Yeah [x6]
Yeah [x6]


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On Point Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

[Intro: The-Dream]
Yessir,
You what you deserve

[Verse 1: Naomi]
Little boy,
It's gon' take more than game
To get me to change my name
And you betta not be lame, (be lame, lame, lame)
And little boy,
It takes more than a car
To get me to go that far
I ain't cheap little buddy I'm a star
Nigga, I'm a star

[B-Sec:]
(Ooooh) Gotta know what you lookin' at
Watchu lookin' at
If you want me to holla back,
You gotta know when to stop talking
Stop talking, if you really wanna play in my lane

[Hook:]
You gets nothin'
Unless that niggas on point
In the bed betta know what you doin'
Let the washer and the dryer keep the coins
I need dollars
And that's trill
Unless that nigga pay bills
And unless that nigga do deals
Unless he got my wrist on chill
I'm forreal,
Betta be on point
On point [x6]
Betta be on point
On point [x6]
Gotta be on point
On point [x6]
Gotta be on point
On point [x4]
Betta be on

[Verse 2: Binkie]
Little boy
Gon need more than a check
To get me to show you some respect
A phone call when you late don't text, and don't flex nigguh
Listen, little boy,
Don't try to show out
When yo little boys come to the house
Or I'll walk around this bitch in my Louis Vuitton heels with my ass hanging out (Owww!)

[B-Sec]

[Hook]


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Drink In My Cup Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

Radio killa killa, you know how we do
Ah you know how we do
Ah yeah you know how we do

Radio killa killa, you know how we do
Ah you know how we do
Ah yeah you know how we do

Step up in here fresher than a mother, yes indeed I'm flyer than a mother
Two tone phantom hop out hello (diamonds on my neck)
canary yellow so get up on me baby like you wanna do me right here right here right here right here
and I'm a get up on you like I wanna do you right here [x4]

[Chorus:]
All my girls
Got that drink in my cup [x4]
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin high
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin by
Got that drink in my cup [x4]
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin high
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin by

I'm back on the floor yep cute than a mother making that pop pop pop I'm a mother,
Ichi Ni San Shi I got him like ding dong I'm up in that like he wanna get it right here [x4]
cause get up on my like you wanna get it right here [x4]

[Chorus:]
All my girls
Got that drink in my cup [x4]
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin high
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin by
Got that drink in my cup [x4]
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin high
And I'm fly I'm fly I'm flyin by

[Rap:]
Cup sip yep yurp
Two step stop yurp
You know what it is
When I'm on the floor
I drop that, I pop that
I dip it low
I ride that like some?
I glide that like a motor boat
I park that like turn scooot
Get up off that
Look back

[Chorus:]
All my girls
Got that drink in my cup [x4]
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly in high
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly in by
Got that drink in my cup [x4]
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly in high
I'm fly I'm fly I'm fly in by

Cup sip yep yurp
Two step stop yurp


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Go Shawty Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

Uh uh, yeahhh [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Boy you know I'm loving what you do-oo-oo
Put your lovin in my gun I wanna sho-oo-ot
You're not the kinda guy (that I wanna) Loo-oo-se
The way you stroke that-got me all up under you

Watch you go (giddy up, giddy up now)
First, you grind it slow (get it, got it)
Hit it like a pro (oo-oo)
Make my body explode

[Chorus:]
Go Shawty, go shawty, go shawty, go!
Go Shawty, go shawty, go shawty, go!
Mo' shawty, mo' shawty, mo shawty, mo!
Mo' shawty, mo' shawty, mo shawty, mo!
Tick. Boom. Explode
(I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm, I'm...) [x3]

[Verse 2:]
I'm hoping what you did ain't a flu-uu-ke
Caught one, but I'm tryna catch two-oo-oo
Now, some of these guys ain't got a clu-uu-ue
But yo-oo-ou, got me like, "oo-oo"

So here's a toast (put it up, put it up now)
Sip, sip it slow (sizzurp)
'Cause after this we'll know
Boy I'm gone need somemore (ohhhh)

[Chorus:]
Go Shawty, go shawty, go shawty, go!
Go Shawty, go shawty, go shawty, go!
Mo' shawty, mo' shawty, mo shawty, mo!
Mo' shawty, mo' shawty, mo shawty, mo!
Tick. Boom. Explode
(I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm, I'm...) [x3]

[Breakdown:]
Oooh, Ahh (That's it boy)
Ahhh, ahh, ahh (Right there boy)...

Go Shawty, go shawty, go shawty, go!
Go Shawty, go shawty, go shawty, go!
Mo' shawty, mo' shawty, mo shawty, mo!
Mo' shawty, mo' shawty, mo shawty, mo!
Tick. Boom. Explode
(I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm, I'm...) [x3]


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Kill Bill Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1

Oooh! Look at what mister man done done!
He in the club! Showin all the girls love!

Bet you hear us!
I bet you hear us!
I bet you hear us!
Ay! Ay! Ay!

Bill done met some girl up in the club
And got her pregnant!
I never trusted, now he's busted
Cause I'm always checkin!
Cell phones, Lies, Calls
I don't know this bitch at all!
Quit lyin', You be callin her all the time!

I'm bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
First thing in the morning!
Bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
I'll Catch him while he yawning!
Bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
Radio might not play this record
I'll be a lot of things but one thing
But one thing I won't be DISRESPECTED, OH!

Ahhhhhh, Aahhhhh, Oh!
Aahhhhhh, Ahhhhh, Hell Yeah!
Ohhhhh! Aahhhhh, Ahhhhh!
Hell yeah!

Til somebody gets hurt
Keep on playing like it's funny!
Served with them papers
Come on off top of that money!
Half this, Half that!
Shopping Sprees in LONDON!
And now you on a budget
And I'm spinnin like Laundry!

Ooh Time after Time!
You told me, You told me!
Lie after lie
Even tho, Even tho!
Let it take, your spot
And you ain't on my mind!
And once that money is gone
I'll be back to commit that crime!

I'm bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
First thing in the morning!
Bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
I'll Catch him while he yawning!
Bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
Radio might not play this record
I'll be a lot of things but one thing
But one thing I won't be DISRESPECTED, OH!

Ahhhhhh, Aahhhhh, Oh!
Aahhhhhh, Ahhhhh, Hell Yeah!
Ohhhhh! Aahhhhh, Ahhhhh!
Hell yeah!

Tried to be your girlfriend
Really what you wanted, you wanted
That ain't what you needed
Cause you don't know the difference
You messing with the wrong BITCH
And there's no turning back now

Bill done met some girl up in the club
And got her pregnant!
I never trusted, now he's busted
Cause I'm always checkin!
Cell phones, Lies, Calls
I don't know this bitch at all!
Quit lyin', You be callin her all the time!

I'm bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
First thing in the morning!
Bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
I'll Catch him while he yawning!
Bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!)
Radio might not play this record
I'll be a lot of things but one thing
But one thing I won't be DISRESPECTED, OH!

Ahhhhhh, Aahhhhh, Oh!
Aahhhhhh, Ahhhhh, Hell Yeah!
Ohhhhh! Aahhhhh, Ahhhhh!
Hell Yeah!
Hell Yeah!
Hell Yeah!
Hell Yeah!


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So Good (Remix) Lyrics

Artist : ELECTRIK RED
Album : How To Be A Lady: Volume 1
(feat. Lil' Wayne)

How did I let him come back
She wants ya, I need ya
Please tell me to stay
She says that she loves ya like I love ya
But you know that it ain't the same

We had a fling
This I know
But we got a thing...
She gotta let yo go
Cause now I'm actin crazy
I'm out here callin you baby [2x]
I shouldn't have let you hit that
Cause now I can't forget that
I thought I wouldn't really care that much
But now a girl all in love

Don't mean to be a hater
But ooo, damn, you so good
So good, so good, so good, so good
So ooo, damn

I miss ya, I can taste ya
Please come back to me
Baby lay in my arms
And say you will never leave

I gotta thing...And I know you know [2x]
So boy don't play with me, just stay with me
And allow me to give you more
My girls all call me crazy
Cause I'm out here callin you baby
I shouldn't have let you hit that
Cause now I can't forget that
I thought I wouldn't really care that much
But now a girl all in love

Don't mean to be a hater
But ooo, damn, you so good
So good, so good, so good, so good
So ooo, damn

I can't belive you
You put it on a girl like that
I can't believe I...
Just got off the phone with you but I wanna call right back
I can't belive you
Got me in the kitchen cookin for you like my first names Betty
I can't believe it
But you got that ooo ooo ooo ooo
[3x]
Ohoo ohoo hoo hoo
Hoo ho...yeah...oo

[Lil' Wayne]
I got that good good
And when comes to
Me every woman that
Could would
Baby im electric
Now you infected
What am I to do fuck you
When you let me
Holla at yo boy but dont lose yo voice
And weezy make it moist
Yep he like ooh damn bam
And she like ooohhh damn
I told you I had a girl
And you told me you a badder girl
I say hey I aint tryna argue
I aint even trippin shawty imma call you
And I did
So I cant really blame you baby
Cuz I did so might as well make it official
Like a ref with a whistle
At super bowl game
Red and Wayne

[Chorus]
But ooo, damn, you so good
So good, so good, so good, so good
So ooo, damn
So good [5x]
So ooo, damn
So good


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Sound Off Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse

[Royce Da 5'9":]
You herbs we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We an outfit, equivalent to Voltron's
That boy Crooked I is equivalent to four arms
Joell Ortiz is the body
The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body
Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now
Fuck saluting!
I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on your with a army it is
On until it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with it
Me and Joey, we a perfect fit
He like starting shit, I like ending shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't intricate
I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent
I don't make threats nigga I promise
My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit
Turn your appearance into a disappearance
Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Ding

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

[Joell Ortiz:]
I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so
Guess that's why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I perform shows
What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go
Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now
And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now
Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then
Don't want to go back to that block like when Varejao defends
Uh-oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends
Every human out of my sight before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I'm hungry like I never ate
Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate
All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we never seperate, we ain't married
Jab it everytime I touch a pen, I sort of set a date
I'll devestate your career, look I'm a demonstrate
Let me get a good breath take before I regulate
(Takes Breath) Okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme
Cause line for line
What I design is mine and mine
My joint's divine, meaning right behind
And thank God it shines all the light in mine
So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

[Hook]

[Crooked I:]
You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things
Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans
The west treat me like I'm really king
I'm Pacquiao in the Phillipines, illest thing niggas seen
You rappers dressing like you fittin to sing Billie Jean
I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a intervene
You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine
Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling
I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam
I'll put your pad on your property, fag
Properly rob you and hop in the Jag
If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag
Shot in the abs, moms will be sad
Pops will be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping
Clock running out and the outcome bad
Any one of you niggas fuck with my team
Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get killed while you dream
Fuck a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine
Slaughterhouse, a regime
I'm gooned up if you know what I mean
Everybody want to be down with the king
No, no, no, no, no fly zone.

[Hook]

[Joe Budden:]
My one goal's to astonish
Tell the President, VP, (you could) notify the Congress
They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest
I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
They still making threats on your highness
But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the compass
I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie, Fandango
Fans they know that what? You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight Navy SEAL
Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all
College kids like Asher Roth
Y'all just trying to put food on the table
While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off
If it ain't for me
Most young dudes would be angrily
But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy
Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me
I'm synchronised you and your men should die
Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise
Best bet is to attempt to fly
Shit's a game, you down, you in for life
Fuck y'all, I ain't got to generalize
Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes
So when he asked what I meant and why, I tell him

[Hook]


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Lyrical Murderers Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse
(feat. K-Young)

"This is the life, we gone!" - [Royce Da 5'9"]
"I ain't with the leanin and rockin
That ain't even seen as a option..." - [Joe Budden]

[Intro: Crooked I (Kay Young)]
You're nothin without (Focus)
Woo.. Long Beach (lay your seats back)
New Jersey (turn your speakers up)
Brook-lyn! Detroit!

[Chorus: Kay Young]
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
(What you talkin 'bout?)
Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Man, we own these streets
And the freaks they love us
We ain't worried 'bout you fuckers (Slaughterhouse)

[Crooked I]
Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim
I'm a sniper shootin my way into your lame top 10
Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem
Then I bust in your face like I'm fuckin Lil' Kim
Niggaz better pray to the lyrical lord
that I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
This is how a killer record
with the double-edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller than all
Dineri, see I'm a literary genius
Bury niggaz with words, a cemetery linguist
Most rappers are comedy gold
They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole - they full of SHIT!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Now you could walk through the shadow of death next to that shady street
Where the verbal cocaine business and 80's meet
Where them niggaz is backwards
I'm ridin with my daughter in the front with the A.K. in the baby seat
We them copycat killers, unleashin venom
Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em
Lyrics be high quality
Bitches be givin me brain, my dick be deep in they heads like psychology
Independently pennin the best words that were ever said
The mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear
You can't hide, we everywhere
Now, picture a grizzly standin next to a teddy bear

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Yeah
Hello hip-hop, I am here, you dyin yeah and I'm aware
A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears
And that's no disrespect to the pioneers
If we ain't who you tryin to hear
Somethin either wrong with your eyes and ears
I came in this game screamin Jers'
Ain't an MC in our lane to try and merge
Try and run with our wave
But I'm cool with bein Eddie Levert seein my son on stage
Gun gon' blaze, act up in this joint
And I'ma be Nate Robinson and back up the point
Your run's over, run with us or get run over
I'm here to save this shit, and I brung soldiers

[Joell Ortiz]
This is lyrical murder
Me and every track have a physical merger
When I stab it in the chest I'ma bit of a curver
So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger
Or sometimes I wrap my hand around his throat
Cause he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope
Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope
to hang the piano keys when they hittin every note
I'm what no beat's able to withstand
If you suffer from writer's block and your label got big plans
Listen to this fam
Slide a little dough out that budget, and hire the instrumental hitman

[Chorus]


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Microphone Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse

"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah...
Too many Indians and no chiefs
I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece
I'm the blueprint - I have your clothes
lookin like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint - it's like Spock
came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin when she give her emotions up
Too many enemies and no killers
Too many that hate snitchin but know squealers
I get stacks (stacks)
I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap
I spit crack for yard niggaz to get dope
Y'all gotta wait for the transporter to get back
So who's the illest - what you talkin 'bout?
(Die Hard) like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it
Too many hood guys, not enough good guys
The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-i
I don't be fuckin around on that microphone
When I'm kickin them flows on that microphone
The illest nigga that's holdin that microphone
I put my heart and my soul in that microphone
I put it down on that (microphone)
Turn up the motherfuckin sound on that microphone

[Crooked I]
But turn it down if you weak on that microphone
Lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone
My ultrasounds show me holdin a microphone
That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone
Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone
Like James Brown I'ma DIE on the microphone
Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone
They on the same bullshit that Mike was on
You're lookin at the unseen, missin and to the unheard
I kill your career with one word (Slaughterhouse!)
You're verbally flirtin with murder, you got some nerve
I lift your skirt like a young perv - knock 'em out!
We the mob, homie who need a job?
Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob
Too many in this industry I need to rob
And if eatin niggaz made you obese, I be The Blob!
Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest
Listen this hear me spittin think it's a pissing contest
I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me
they better off usin a fishin pole to reel in the Lock Ness
Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?

[Joell Ortiz]
You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone
I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone
I turn a father to a son on that microphone
I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone
And tell his R's I don't need no microphone
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies
I get it poppin like a ineen milli{?}
Now I'm havin a whale of a good time, I'm a (Free Willy)
Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really
Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily
None of you kids spit evenly
You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin me
Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame
Too many claimin insanity and they so sane
Less than wack Scooby Snack lack flow game
Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine
Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name
In any one of them verses say hello to the hearses
Too many monkey see, monkey doers
I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster

[Joe Budden]
Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone
Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone
I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone
A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone
Decide who you wan' be on that microphone
I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones
Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on
Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on
Save his mouth 'fore he's runnin off
I tell 'em bridge or a tunnel, give a FLUCK how I come across
All these wanna be tough guys, son is soft
Gun go off, havin like a good show, just spun 'em off
Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap
They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope
Too many dogs, not enough barkin yet
Too many blueprints, not enough architects
Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess
FUCK record sales or who the machine markets best
I'm the last muh'fucker that y'all should test
I'm the sharp shooter, you the nigga I target next
Too many frontin like y'all that fly
REACH it, cause we set the bar that high (FOOL)

[Royce] I don't be fuckin around on that microphone
[Crook] You lame niggaz shouldn't speak on that microphone
[Joell] You lil' niggaz need to come off that microphone
[Joe B] Niggaz know I get it in on that microphone

"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat to fade]


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Not Tonight Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse

(StreetRunner)

[Intro: Royce]
Ladies and gentlemen (HEYYYY! HOOOO!)
Slaughterhouse (HEYYYY!)
Woo!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse in the place to be, see
And we got what it takes to rock the mic
We gon' take it back to when niggaz was rockin right
We gon' take it back, fuck with me? Not tonight
(HEYYYY!) Not tonight
(HOOOO!) Not tonight
(HEYYYY!) Not tonight
We gon' take it back to when niggaz was ah, ah, ah

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel, uhh
Round of applause for the dope boys
Here's to the phenomenal quote boys
Y'all don't understand this a phenomenal brand
The smack goin down like cube diamond on hand
Haha, if that rapper alive
He probably happy just to slap me a five
Homie the game ain't dead, it's just a couple key athletes died
It's why I'm rappin like I have to revive (Slaughterhouse!)
The mix of Magic and M.J. passion
Get in the way it's gon' be tragic as M.J. passin
With ears like D-R, the CPR
The game'll never breathe its last breath because we are

[Crooked I]
The house gang, rap's holy alliance
Why you so scurred? I'm only a giant
I do it late night, call me Conan O'Brien
And the nose on my gun look like Pinocchio lyin
Last king to Scotland sippin good liquor
If you're Meagan Good, I'm Forest Would-Dick-'er
Oscar winner, Oscar wiener
If you're flow's Aquafina, I'm Katrina
Uh, y'all say that your pockets are big
I'd rather say that I'm 'Pac mixed with Big
You're lookin at a microphone rocker on vodka
That's why I be walkin awkward, ya DIG?

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
(Joey!) Look, forever had to warm him
Take him to the cleaners, plastic bag on him
I ain't like y'all, I don't like y'all
Put him in lyrical jail with suicide thoughts
kick the chair hang him from his mic cord
What's the fight for? Never back down
I'm on some bullshit, quick sippin Jack now
Royce on PatrĂ£n, Crook got the chron'
Guess what I'm tryna say is leave them boys alone
How you got hope - had nothin to prove
and had nothin to lose and now we got both
Celebration bitches, now we got toast
But with no ratchets, Joell go 'head attack it, uh

[Joell Ortiz]
Real nigga, rhyme spitter, hoe bagger
Boast swagger, flow dagger, hip-hop toe-tagger
No slacker, I could chill but I'd so rather
eat a nigga cause he's sweeter than a glass of Goldschl¤ger
Poor rappers, here on y'all won't matter
And I'm out braggin every interview so you mo' matter
I'm the man in the booth
With (A Few Good Men), and "you can't handle the truth" (no!)
And y'all could say I'm nice but I'm not
I'm mean, flow coke with ice in the pot
The fiends gon' go broke, they dyin to cop
My team is so dope you like it or not!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Royce]
We out!
Not tonight (HEYYYY!)
Not tonight (HOOOO!)
Not tonight (HEYYYY!)
Not.. [scratch]
Not tonight (HEYYYY!)
Not tonight (HOOOO!)
Not tonight (HEYYYY!)
Not tonight, ohh!
Heh heh...


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The One Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse
(feat. The New Royales)

Slaughterhouse!

[Chorus: The New Royales]
Sex and drugs and dirty money
On the race to rule the world
You cut your teeth on fame and diamonds
Your time is up now, three.. two.. one
{"One one one one one one one one one one, one" - [KRS-One]}
We number one
{"One one one one one one one one one, one, one" - [KRS-One]}

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Y-yea, yeah we them Slaughterhouse rock stars, the pitch is black
We signin every titty out, we goin tit for tat
Now can you picture that?
And how ironic is it that I'm ridin round listenin to Nickelback
I'm back, on a pill
I'm tryin to have Rod Stewart cars, and Ozzy Osbourne motor skills
I'm tryin to have a rich bitch like Paris Hilton
That like to get her ass smacked like Keri Hilson
Haha, I'm the one, who you tryna be?
Nuttin to hide, the jimmy covers up my Tommy Lee
The one, I stage dive to a pot of gold
I'm empty, nothin's inside me but rock 'n' ROLL!

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
Crooked's got a gun
I'm reckless with (Led), Zeppelin instead
Let's get a keg, let's split a mescaline that mess wit'cha head
I'm sexin a lez and her best friend in bed
I love these freak women
Somethin in my denim need a (Kiss), call it Gene Simmons
They wanna ban me like Marilyn Manson
for all the whores in my Baltimore, Maryland mansion
I'm the one who wants to (Spear) Britney
Give Pink some black, put it near her kidneys - here kitty!
I'm the one who always cause an affair
So every time your bitch burp you smell my balls in the air, yeah

[Chorus w/ Joe Budden ad libs]

[Joe Budden (Joell Ortiz)]
Yeah, yeah; see I'm a on-stage rock star (backstage porn star)
Khloe on her (Kar-dash) (Kourtney on the OnStar)
Zo« Kravitz stumblin out the telly in a torn bra
(They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that's a sports car)
Dawg, you gotta see him when he drive by
(Cock-eyed) Have all the (Ladies) goin (Gaga)
Me? I'm more mellow, so I'm lookin for a La La
(You sure? I want a whore, a Gabor, a young Zsa Zsa)
(The one, a (OutKast), I don't need to rock)
So I could put my (Love Below) by her (Speakerboxxx)
The one (Kate Perry try and kiss my wife)
And gave me dome at Katie's (Holme), baby this the LIFE!

[Chorus]


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Cuckoo Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse

[Royce Da 5'9"]
My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny
My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money
Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you luger lasagna
Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya
Take your takeaway - show up before you perform
Hit you in the knee with a bat and tell you to break a leg
(Hee-hee) I got the Kris Kross laugh
A very angry future, a pissed-off past
FUCK hip-hop, I target it
I will diss Joe Budden then diss, every legend that started it
I'm, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one
They say I'm kin to sinnin, yeah, I'm Drama's twin
That's right, I'm Vicodin writin with a Klonopin
I love stanky hoes - I got a thang
for Keyshia Cole momma man that show, should be "The Frankie Show"
I think I need to get some motherfuckin sleep
Every strand of hair on my balls is a bloodsuckin leech
I be 'urlin while you hear - take your index finger
point it at your head and then twirl it 'round your ear
I'm, cuckoooooooooo!
Ha ha, I don't need a hook for this one!

[Joell Ortiz]
Nope! Mr. Yowwa, yup, 'bout to go meat fishin
and catch me a crevice, I'm back on the asscheek mission
Fuck these petite women, I want me a sloppy hoe
that pussy smell like talapio, call me Sloppy Joe
I dig your eyes out, watch me though
This is bullshit! All the coke don't fit, I need a Scottie nose
A can of beef raviolis, {?} a lid
If I don't get it can cop me yo, and they ain't get a vid
I'm what, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one
The bitches just bitch and the thugs is thuggin
The insects is actin like me, and me I'm buggin
I hang jump from the sidewalk, hop over the Everglades
Tight-rope walk the equator with broken roller blades
See you shruggin our pizza oven, your shoulder blades
And, throw grenades at your nana's bingo parade
Anybody see my anthrax?
I'ma pour it on my hands, crawl to Japan and give my man dap
I'm cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one

[Crooked I]
Just look at the show he did last
Nigga came out in a Dickie suit and a pig mask
Robbed a fan and left his pockets on Slim Fast
Just co-operate and say that he wrote shit for gym class
You gettin smart alecky with the best
'Til I cut you up and make a art gallery with your flesh
Challenge me on the West
I'll put a Dodge Challenger car battery in your chest
The son of David Koresh
I'm, cuckoooooooooo!
Nuh-uh (no) I don't need a hook for this one
Likkle acts with sickle raps emergin
Cursin at church then walkin out back to wax a virgin
Murkin a track, killin every feature like I'm a drunk plastic surgeon
Certainly dirty past detergent
I can get sick as Ozzy
Sick as a faggot fuckin the dead body of Liberace, nigga watch me!
If you cross me, here's how your life story would begin
Once upon a time, THE END!
Cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one

[Joe Budden]
I'ma go fuck bitches, get money, all y'all do to 'em is spoil 'em
No rubber wrappin up in aluminum foil
They tell me I'm buggin, got rappers tappin the oven screamin Jersey
And I'm usin it for stuffin in my turkey
Bumpin Ram Jam - with a prostitute's leg in the air
jerkin me off, now that's what I call a handstand
Body parts in the freezer, what you use for a fever
Multiply four million how I'm feelin for my leisure
I'm a, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one
I'm weird, I'm into voodoo, you know how dude do
Towel on the bed, fuck while she +Bloody+ and call it Su-Wu
Millionaires sayin lend me a thou' or the semi is out
Dump in the bed from sittin Indian style
Check it, I'm on fire tryin to make the devil proud of me
Sleepin in gasoline case a nigga got it out for me
Hang my baby mother off a 30-foot balcony
Then look over the body like "Bitch, shouldn'ta doubted me"
I'm, cuckoooooooooo!
I don't need a hook for this one [echoes]


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Onslaught 2 Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse
(feat. Fatman Scoop)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got a 52 box, original tick in the mind
Listenin to 'Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is dimes
I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I been runnin shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's
Sit and watchin my green grow, like I'm waterin seeds
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
Niggaz callin for peace, they can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is like grippin on a stick shift in a Porsche
My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track
I said FUCK a direction, spaz out! Get 'em up HIGH

[female] Crooked

[Crooked I]
And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave - and go straight to hell
when your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that played, in fuckin up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz (what up!)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin to kill
It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete lookin at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully actin dumb"
Fully-automatic umm, that's Crooked havin fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame
And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim
And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same
But different, the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die - get 'em up HIGH

[female] Joell

[Joell Ortiz]
Here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's (Slaughterhouse)
Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze
Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord help get rid of this fever
I'm like 150 degrees
16's used to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease
A nigga need a infinite instrumental just to be pleased
Used to dream about livin now I'm livin my dreams
The bitches fiend, made my dick a machine
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin big as I seem
When I'm spittin this mean, me and government intervene
A couple presidents, literally live in my jeans
I give 'em residence, they just let me pick anything
When I'm in the mall, they show me the latest kicks on the scene
And I get 'em all, I ball like the nigga I am
Niggaz hate, bitches (Cheer) like Norm, Cliff and Diane
I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty verse
I run radio, but I don't use them itty bitty words
I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb
When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be like "Word"
City slicker, New York delivery when I swerve
Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve
a shot at the title, Spitter of the Year
E'ry year, let's be clear, put some fingers in the air
and hold 'em up HIGH [echoes]

[female] Joey

[Joe Budden]
Work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far
Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars
And that's rate, gettin hate from the wannabe stars
And that's great, mean he feel it and know he numb
See that bullet comin from around the corner
like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun; think Joey the one
I'm a fake? Ain't your run-of-the-mill
I'm from where they kill you for one of your bills
For me it's fun, your man think we evenly skilled
He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, gon' get his son killed
Play with a match, FUCK what you take it as
No good straight jacket, all I did break the match
They say he talk tough with his fake ass
Four pounds put me in another weight class
(Great Escape) the (Pad)
Took the jumpsuit off my naked ass and ate the mask
You diss me, you wanna be a great that fast?
Take a fully-automatic and spray at gas
Me? Body a whole shit with a verse probably atrocious
In your whole camp, nobody focused
They say you the Ultimate Warrior, I agree
You die and come BACK, won't nobody know it
Drive by, screamin it's a new crew reppin
Hangin out the window, like it's "227"
Get 'em up HIGH

[Fatman Scoop]
Get 'em up high, get 'em up high
Get 'em up high, get 'em up high
Get 'em up high, in the sky
Put 'em up high, put 'em up high
Put 'em up high, fingers in the sky
Put 'em up! Slaughterhouse, Slaughterhouse
Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Fatman Scoop, Slaughterhouse
Put 'em high, woo! Ohh [echoes]


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Salute Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse
(feat. Pharoahe Monch)

[Intro: 50 Cent sample]
Fix your motherfuckin face nigga!
Look at these fuckin chimpanzees
Bunch of fuckin monkeys...

(Mr. Porter!)

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]
I been shot, I been stabbed
I took all that I have to give
And I never ran, never have
Just so all you niggaz can live
I never thought there would come a day
When my people would turn me away
And it really tears me apart
Cause I deserve a Purple Heart
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
I, I showed you what a soldier's about, nigga you should salute me

[Joe Budden]
Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it
The hood know I'm the dude that governed it
Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my semen
Ain't my fault y'all got stuck in it
Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they love me
then they hate me; I'm through with shenanigans
I don't care if dudes ain't a fan of him
Can't checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin
Talkin 'bout they wan' go somewhere to meet me
Man they just wan' go somewhere to meet me
Easy don't involve cops in it
Got the key to my city, how the FUCK you think you got locked in it?
Bitch!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
21 Rugers
On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin
Bloody funds is what murder money becomes
21 bodies on all 21 guns
You from the D and you don't fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the internet fuck with me the same
So later for that punk shit
Cause nigga I'll smoke you, that's why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggaz'll spray you up before they wet your lady up
Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up
And I'm in line with the bread
I hold niggaz down doin time in the feds
Pharoahe talk to 'em

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
Properly greet a general
I'd have to take steps down to be on a pedestal
I am what the 1-8 after the 7 do
Give it my all but you want more, you lil' beggar you!
Mean it's terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone's edible
Never give somethin that's not respectable
Never spit somethin that's not incredible
Never sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal
I done fucked up movements like cerebral palsy
You don't know me, don't pause me - I'll throw lead at you
Mean I earned e'ry stripe and you know it
When you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward

[Crooked I]
Before shots land on your head and push it forward
Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin four words
I organize a street massacre
You haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya
Out of town, hundred pound weed trafficker
Got niggaz rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa
I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part
Like my Grape Street niggaz I got a Purple Heart
I kill your bitch at the beauty salon on Windham
They take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow
Waitin for you to run out and say somethin
Come out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin
Bloaw! So move now

[Chorus]


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Pray (It's A Shame) Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse

[Intro: Joe Budden]
Lord..
Please continue to guide, direct, and protect my niggaz
From the world, and from themselves

[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Lord can you please shine that light on your sons
They sent you a million prayers, you ain't answered near one
{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} It's a shame
I'm down on both knees, Father talk to 'em please
All you put 'em through is pain, but will it ever cease?
{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"} What a shame

[Joell Ortiz]
Yowwa! What up world? I'm Joell
Sixth floor, project door, broke bell
Only child, no brother, no sis
Moms runnin out the door to go sniff
My highwater pants don't fit
Afro growin all wild, no pic man
{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"}
Is what my teacher said for class pics
My pops? I don't know where he at
He left one day, he said he'd be back
The stove keep me warm in the winter
I'm tired of Beefaroni for dinner
My grandmoms got a bad liver
I'm just watchin her fade away
Man, I don't know what else to say
So at the end of every day I pray, I say

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
What up world? I'm the SHIT
I'm headed to Hell in a hand-basket
I pop pills, abuse liquor and kill niggaz
When I die, God ain't gon' judge, he gon' deal with us
That's why them reckless quotes come with my drama
My pops while coke-infested, cum in my momma
{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"}
I know, right?
For those nights that I was havin them seizures
For those mornings that I was havin trouble breathin
C'mon listen; I was only a fo'-pound baby
So I grew up into grown and went fo'-pound crazy
Daddy was gangsta, mommy was passive
Boxin gloves for Christmas, I needed classes
My daddy beat our ass, that's probably why we assassins
But he'll do anythang for me; Joey pray for me

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
What up world? I'm a lost soul
Challengin the devil standin at the crossroads
I just shot a dirty snake with my .38
He shot me too, now I'm waitin at the Pearly Gates
I seen the angel Gabriel and I came real
A lame tried to kill me, so I aim steel
{"Ohh, it's a shame, baby baby"}
Ask God is that somethin that he can't feel
I had a six-shot popper and I brought it with me
I put his thinkin cap somewhere he never thought it would be
I didn't son him, he's a daughter to me
Instead of hangin with thugs he's slangin drugs, shoulda got a college degree
But growin up in the hood'll leave your mind baffled
We put haters in the past like time travel
That's my murder story, I'm past purgatory
I need prayer though, Joey put a word in for me

[Chorus]


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Cut You Loose Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse

"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose, you loooooose"
[repeat in background]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Woo! Hello hip-hop, goodbye music

It's like a love-hate relationship
Ridin in the Ferrari while takin trips
Compared to beer takin sips
Sittin somewhere in a Camaro with racin strips
Either way you embrace it
Can't no amount of money or lady replace it
And after all this rhymin
If I refer to you as a girl niggaz'd call this Common
... I'm through as a fan
No disrespect to music, I'm talkin to you as a man
How the FUCK is you flossin a Benz?
Listenin to this nigga Rick Ross dissin Em
Jim Jones dissin Jay
This rap shit done gone a different way (that's right)
I know my lawyers play the lies game
It's okay for Soulja Boy to say Nas' name
Nothin but +Ludacris+ answers
The game backwards like dancers
shootin on the same dancefloor you grew up and answer
to them shooters, now them shooters is dancin
... FUCK you too!
You corny so I gotta cut you loose
I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign
I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines

[Crooked I]
I got these A&R's heart racin
Got 'em in fear of me sonnin they flagship artists for spittin {?}
This is bar raisin
I'm raisin the bar so far tryin to look at it's equivalent to star gazin
Think I'd rather be waterboardin - you feel me?
Than to listen to what y'all recordin - for real G
Hell naw, I will not support it
Rather switch places with the child mom's aborted - kill me
My skills be on point like a flyin dart
Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin art
A whole 'nother animal, not the kind that departed on the giant ark
But a vulture with a lion heart
I eloquently breathe fire
I speak for the Eastsiders like I got a Long Beach speech writer
And I could teach riders how to do they thang
So they won't ruin the game for comin off lame
We could be birds of a feather, what does it mean?
Think about it, that mean I put you under my wing
Or I'ma leave this hip-hop thing to all you wack dudes
Cut you loose (you're no good I have to) cut you loose
Call me a hater when I'm tellin the truth - expect it
SoundScan is unveilin the proof - respect it
Here's somethin you could NEVER dispute
The last time I spit a rhyme the roof fell in the booth - I wreck shit

[Joell Ortiz]
Man I feel ruined inside
Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy
that loves music but I am truly through with the vibe
Sometimes I wish it was dead, rather than look this stupid alive (word)
I found out I been persuin a lie
It's nothin like, what I thought, man the proof's in the pie
Cause ain't no puddin in the hood when niggaz shoot to survive
But what's my single? Ask dude in the suit and a tie
Who stole the whip? Man I'm losin my drive
I 'member when singles used to have cuts on it
Nowadays the rewind button got mad dust on it
Can't bring it back if it's wack, when they come back then it's crack
I'm FIENDIN for somethin good so I can puff on it
Y'all don't even give me a buzz
I can't enjoy a glass of beer if it's really just suds
Nothin there but the air in y'all heads
Man I'm fed dawg, I had it up to HERE (done!)
I'm cuttin you loose, fuckin abuse
I can't believe they in your talks when you discussin the truth
These dudes suck and they bad liars
This is not what I expected when I was 11 steppin up in rap cyphers
(What's goin on?) I thought you had to be mad nice
But apparently you could be trash as long as you look good and have ice
I ain't complainin, I'm just sayin though
There's no reason a musician should wanna watch a television
instead of be listenin to the radio
I'm cuttin you loose

[Joe Budden]
Look, I used to dream of just bein wit'chu
Woulda probably gave whatever to be seen wit'chu
On the block on the scene wit'chu
And the most beautiful thing wit'chu
is we shared the same passion and I could get cream wit'chu
Not a qualm, not a problem, not a single issue
Then we started arguin, havin single issues
Somethin's off nowadays, you don't seem official
SO! {"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose"}
I see you with them other artists and it's sickenin
E'rything's changed since we parted, you been different
Do whatever for bread boo when you started trickin
For real though {"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose"}
How you could thug me?
If I can't be me when I'm wit'chu, tell me how could you love me?
(How you) Get so ugly - eat it, beat it, treat it better than niggaz
so you still be dyin to fuck me, baby don't interrupt me!
Ain't complete tryin to compete but you judge me
What you really think of me, you disgust me
I 12-step my addict itch
So Method Man, you could have that bitch
But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC
I just hit her hard and she got papers against me
It's cool; I get up wit'chu later if meant be
Just text them old heads, tell 'em mate with they memories

"You're no good I have to cut you loooooose, you loooooose"
[repeat to fade]


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Rain Drops Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse
(feat. Novel)

[Chorus: Novel]
Tear drops in the pillow on my bed
Still Trying to keep my head up
Know you'd rather see me dead
And the raindrops keep on falling
I said they keep on falling
And they keep on falling
I said they keep on falling
(Slaughterhouse Yo)

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm the product of when a nigga's mama gives up
Crying lying in the trash with the lid shut
Ain't got no family my mind is tender my
Daddy's invisible my Mom's is Brenda unhh
If I survive I'm grow into what
Society considers trash the rope is to us
That means I'm hanging myself by living
The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison
My minds controlled before I learned mind control
What you call living life I call dying slow
I'm genetically predisposed
The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul freezing cold
Feeling like I was given life and if I take it at least I choose
I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops

[Chorus: Novel]

[Crooked I:]
(Cause this is my pain)
Dear auntie I still feel your timeless sorrow
Before you died it's like your body was mine to borrow
Like I jumped in your physical shell
While you was going through miserable hell saying goodbye to tomorrow
Everyday it make me sad, angry, mad how you were sent to heaven sacred path
Duct taped and gagged plus raped and stabbed body draped in blood what a faith to have
Such a pitiful end I'm popping Ritalin like they skittles cause
When I sleep I can feel it again and again and again it's difficult
Killing is the wickedest biblical sin I'm talking about momma's identical twin
I see your face when I look at her
Her reminder of how I've been in the cold
Since 14 years old
Swear to GOD I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops. (Rest In Peace Chacha)

[Chorus: Novel]

[Joe Budden:]
Nah I ain't move bricks on the peter pan
No father around to teach me how to be a man
We was too high didn't know when we would land
Scraping coke on the weed til' niggas didn't see a plant
Alcoholic's child raise off of sugar water
Headed to you and just thought about how good he was brought up
Coulda woulda outta one track mind
They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter
And now I'm writing a book and the hoods the author
Called the "Obvious Poker Face The Look of Torture"
Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then
Me all I need is this pen and thick skin
Being so bright could mean you lit then
Cause you start trying to figure out a figment
I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
Til then all I hear is wind and rain drops

[Chorus: Novel]

[Joell Ortiz:]
(Check it out)
I'm still waiting on my did to get back
He went to the store in 84 and I ain't seen him after that
Another single mom public assisted the rent wasn't consistent
So they had us back and forth to court in the months of the blizzard (Freezing)
My sneakers leaned the rubber was missing
No one on ones they always jumped me no brothers and sisters to hold me down
Along with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes
Gun shots and me sleep walking I hate weights
A whole lot of crying police chalking that fate tape
Ambulance never on time they like a day late
My cousin ain't had to vacate my best friend since age eight
Sometimes I can't hold them I kid you not
Eyes get swollen holding on that tissue box
Somebody get a mop
I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops
Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops

[Chorus: Novel]


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Killaz Lyrics

Artist : SLAUGHTERHOUSE
Album : Slaughterhouse
(feat. Melanie Rutherfold)

[Intro: Melanie Rutherford]
I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo)
It seems like you're slipping away (ohhhhh)
I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo)
I'm not afraid, of the storm

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Melanie Rutherford)]
You fuckin with a killa (I love you baby)
You fuckin with a killa (you're so sexy)
You fuckin with a killa
Lyrical, serial, either/or killa

[Royce Da 5'9" (Melanie Rutherford)]
Uhh, I'm in love with this pep
Switch a nigga up, put a thug in a dress
Chop a nigga head off, pick his head up
Turn it upside-down, drink his blood from his NECK
Uhh, I fly across you with the Coupe now
I'm fire! The fire marshal shut the booth down
Uh, you fuckin with a killa
Take your body, rape your body, dump it in the river
Turn myself in then, beat the case for it then
Turn around and put "I really did it" on my Twitter
Uhh, I'm a FUCKED UP nigga!
Pill poppin, e'rybody FUCKED UP with us
Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings
(I love you baby) What the FUCK you talkin 'bout, sing
(Uhh, uh, I'm fuckin with a killa)
So crazy (I'm fuckin with a killa)
(I'm fuckin with a killa)
Lyrical, serial, either/or killa!

[Joell Ortiz]
First the clouds form, then they dark in the sky
Then the heavens roar when a couple of them collide
Then the most toxic rain landed on my
caesar then Jesus Christ, the storm arrive
6-foot-somethin made of Spanish descent
What I write is fresh air like my hand's in a vent
Y'all 'bout to be lost like you don't know where your manager went
That's just a heads up, cause none of y'all was plannin a vic
I'm from the projects, Grey Goose, a crate on the bench
Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent
Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits
Stand by the wrong man and watch your thoughts land on a fence!
I'm the voice of the gutter where your boys serve your mother
And the noise from a clucker puts your boy on a cover
We annoy undercovers cause they never put on
We from the hood, we don't snitch boy we weather the storm
We some killas!

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
I'm comin with flash just to blast your facemask
Bullets flyin faster than the NASA spacecraft
Get half your face smashed by the click-clack
The impact's a passion of massive plane crash
The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister
might injure, your nine endin your life when it's the
prime miniature time witness the prime
Innocent lives kissin goodbye, picture the I, givin a FUCK!
The truth (walkin) just walked in the booth (talkin)
Too (often) I put a hot beat in a new (coffin)
For instrumentals I dig a grave
Then drop so many bars around you when you listen feel like you in a cage
Niggaz styles is sour, you makin lemonade
Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes (Minute Made)
Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
Mother-FUCK five cents, but we'll kill you over Nickel
We some killas!

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
I disagreed with my shadow when he got on Twitter (so I)
Don't like bein followed so I shot that nigga
A known loner; that's backwards
I'm a loner that's known to attempt to put a comber in a coma
You lookin at the prime suspect, with enough stress
If you can give a FLUCK, then I can give FLUCK less
Obsessed with who I struck next so I set it for
success when I spit cause the vic is my next metaphor
Self-destructive mixed with light lies
If, you lookin for psychotic, I got it
Or DON'T! Maybe y'all are retarded, absurd
And I observe while the whole world tries to act reserved
Need a Oscar, I'll put on an act that's superb
E'rybody relax, it's words
Maybe it's NOT! It's gotta be reasonable doubt (BUT)
Reason don't come out my mouth, I let it come out of hers

[Melanie Rutherford]
I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa


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