1. |
This One
03:48
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Find all the families
Tell all the towns
Cause this ones for Alton Brown
Hide all the napkins
Light up the mic
Cause he'll party all damn night
Cause he doesn't stop the motion
'Til the sunlight makes the stars go home
And somehow finds a way to make Chuck Norris
Wish he was never born
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2. |
Havin' a Beard (E'n'M)
03:02
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You know it ain't easy having a beard
Cause people look at me like I'm totally weird
They always think I'm homeless when I'm taking back cans
Jumping to conclusions, think I roam in a rapist van
Plannin' an attack like I'm out of Afghanistan
Puttin' me down 'til I'm flat on my back then
Throw me out the grandstand, land in a trash can
That's really not cool man
I don't understand
Sometimes I want to shave it but I can't
Cause when a razor comes near it, it grows two hands
And it grabs that motherfucker and it breaks in half
And then somehow it lets out a sinister laugh
I'm sort of worried but most of the time
I let it do it's thing and pay it no mind
Cause all in all he's an awesome dude
Except when he gets in the way when I'm tryin' to eat food
Bitch
Havin' a beard
This song is for the beard
Oh, and cunnilingus, he gets in there too
Soakin' up the juices of the glorious cooch
Later in the day just to ruin the mood
He'll let out that stink and empty the room
But you gotta admit, I look like a pimp
My beards got a cane and a mackdaddy limp
Let me show you something thats totally sick
I call 'em my pubes, they're like a beard for my dick
Don't get too close or they'll get in your eyes
Part them with your hands like the great divide
Hold on for your life, arms and legs inside
Fuck a mustache, we're goin' on a beard ride
Bitch
Havin' a beard
This song is for the beard
(You got a fuckin' beard)
This song is for the beard
(You got a fuckin' beard)
That's dope
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3. |
Young Hobos (Early Demo)
01:39
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Two tickets on a passage to paradise
Pack no belongings cause they'll just weigh us down
Hard candy: butterscotch and peppermint
Six, colored vials and well-crafted decadence
Train tracks over bridges and broken inns
The crazy neighbors with their addled perspectives
They'll share their message if I open my mouth
And let them kiss me on the tongue
I can't believe I went and did it again
Now I'm sleeping alone in my bed and that's just fine
I told the landlord that I'd pay him but I lied
And now I have to leave the country again
And I don't mind
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4. |
Pumpkin Patch
02:04
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You keep changing back and forth
Being cloned and stored by force
But you are my only salvation
Little, orange baby
Cure salivation
You are an arson in my hands
That's okay, my little man
You help me burn time to the floor
My fears away forever more
Many months have come and gone
And I didn't expect I'd feel so alone
But I have all my friends and we're still writing songs
We're still building an army, we're still doing it stoned
Focused on a brighter path
Headway to highness, eager to laugh
In the face of the totem that stands for our past
If we just burn the bottom, we'll make room for the ash
In hindsight I should have skipped the scenic route
If my life had more holes I would have protected you
But I crashed into a pumpkin patch
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5. |
The Sun pt. 4
01:06
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The Suns beamin' down
I'm sweatin' through my shirt
I don't know if it's worth the tube tops and short skirts
It's too hot and I'm not acclimated for the weather, God
If you saw me shirtless you'd think that I got a sweater on
I'm hairy and in the Summertime I get cooked
I can't walk through the forest because people think I'm Bigfoot
I'm not unapproachable, you have a question, you can ask it
Just believe that I'm snatchin' all your picnic baskets
Your dads watch for Sasquatch, I'm chillin' in the shade
Munchin' on your sandwiches and drinkin' lemonade
I'm tryin' to beat the heat but I'm drenched and I can't help it
Damn it, planet, I can't stand it, man, I think I'm fuckin' meltin'
The Suns gettin' closer, 'bout to crash into the Earth
If I had an ocarina maybe I could save the world
But my skins drippin' off, yeah, I think that I'm in trouble
As you run to find some cover, please don't step into my puddle
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6. |
Screamofo
01:47
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...
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7. |
PARTY OF ONE
01:24
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Sitting down, rollin' a blunt
Yeah, another one
You thinkin' that I'm finally done?
No way, I just begun
We havin' fun
A pint of rum and Hawaiian Punch for lunch
Followed by another couple hundred blunts
Fuck... okay, maybe bad idea
I'ma stumble-thru the party lookin' for my beer
Find a red cup, take a sip-
"Ah, fuck" Tastes like ass, full of ashes and cigarette butts
I'm givin' no fucks
I see some ho-sluts
I wanna introduce myself and get 'em suckin' both nuts
I go up, trip over myself and throw up
"Will someone please call all the ambulances?
"No"
"What?"
Oh no, here we go
If you gon' rush 'em high
Then I'm gon' rush 'em low
Hit 'em at the same time
Take off the torso
Then throw a peace sign at Alanis Morse Code
Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!
There's a party over here and you can't come
Unless you got some liquor and a bag of blunts
Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!
There's a party over here, you can't come in
So gets the fuck out but leave your girlfriend
Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!
There's a party over here but don't tell anyone
I'm dog sittin' for my uncle while he's on vacation
Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!
There's a party over here that I threw for myself
This is literally the worse that I've ever felt
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8. |
Hard AF
02:27
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I’m so hard. There ain't nothing that can stop her.
I’m so hard. Gotta go and see a doctor.
I’m so hard theres diminishing returns
Every time I try I fail and I guess I’ll never learn
If you get it, then you got it it’s a simple as that
Calling Jollybeard talented’s like a hat on a hat
If I fall you will follow me to the end of the map
So when my balls in your jaws you’ve fallen into my trap
Or is it me who’s been foolish, my jewels are clenched in the vice
Calcium cuts like a knife, but the warm saliva feels nice
My eyes connect with your eyes and before I can think twice
My fucking testes disconnect with a tug and a slice
Oh man, I’m screaming and crying, theres blood all over the floor
I try to wrap it in a towel and I look for the door
I instinctively PKW, but realize theres no time
I gotta get the fuck outta here before I bleed out and die
My legs are getting heavy as I book for the exit
My ankles caught in a bear trap, it snaps shut and breaks it
And as I fall on my ass, a teardrop streams down my face
I’ll give a 3 out of 5. It was an okay Tinder date.
My head is all wrapped in plastic, not sure bout my torso.
My arms and hands have been lovingly crammed down the disposal.
My blood and organs are kept fresh, any time that she needs
And the rest of me’s buried, pushing up daisies for bees.
I’m so hard, homie, keep it on the lo-lo
I’m so hard, got me hangin like Solo
I’m so hard that I’m probably compensating
For a microscopic penis that can’t satisfy a woman
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9. |
The Answer Lies (Demo)
04:45
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The denizen swollen like a pufferfish
Rotting away from the inside, another missed chance
The angels all dance
The anglerfish glance in their direction, cast judgement and then look away
This body is power
The motives are fed into the mind and then kindly disposed of
The ideals are flawless, no god and no government
Search for the meaning inside of, in spite of it
The answer lies in them anglerfish eyes
The answer lies in them anglerfish eyes
The answer lies in them anglerfish eyes
The answer lies in them anglerfish eyes
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10. |
Eatin' a Ass
04:34
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I'll regale you with a tale since you just had to ask
Took my cat to the vet, found a cancerous mass
Before Lincoln was shot, he said, "this too shall pass"
I'm gonna drown all my sorrows by eatin' a ass
Eatin' a ass, yes, I'm eatin' a ass
Yeah, I'm puttin' in that work, I'm completin' them laps
You'd think my name was Brian Dunn, yeah, it's me from your past
There's two things that I love, they're both eatin' a ass
If you wanna know the truth, well, it's hard to disguise
My middle name is Analingus and it ain't no surprise
I got a taste for your grapefruit, say please and thank you
I don't like eatin' ass, just kiddin', I lied
Cause I'm eatin' a ass, yeah, I'm eatin' a ass
Your butt plus my tongue, honey, you do the math
Conservatives wanna cancel me for teaching a class
About Pythagorean theorem and eatin' a ass
I was talkin' to your grandma, she was callin' me a cutie
I took her to the movies, got some ice cream, tutti-fruity
I plastered her with pleasantries, considered it my duty
And five minutes later, I was lickin' her asshole
A rascal, and I'm movin' in fast though
Put my lips up on your trumpet, I'm a master of brass, yo
Gonna eat my Fruit Loops, gotta follow my nose
It's my tongue all in your jungle, bring me into the fold
Cause I'm eatin' a ass, yo, I'm eatin' a ass
I'm blowin' on your donut like the breezes in France
You can call me Alex Horne because I'm inkin' a task
And I seal it with wax, then I'm eatin' a ass
My time starts now, put my feet on the gas
Got a reason why I shouldn't? Better think of it fast
Even if your rear end be stinkin' of trash
I'll put on a bandit mask cause I'm eatin' your ass
Yeah, I'm eatin' a ass, yes, I'm eatin' a ass
It's not without it's risks, got my knee in a cast
All the time in the world, yeah, I need it to last
Cause I'm spendin' every second try to eat up your ass
Give me another chance because I'm tryin' to impress
I'm an ass man, I don't care about breasts
I guarantee ya, It's a promise, better yet, it's a threat
I'll put your ass on my head because I'm passin' the test
Yo, this is just a song about goin' to school
Oh wait, no it's not, I'm a ass eatin' fool
I didn't mean to get sidetracked, would you tell me it's cool
If I fill up your asscrack with a gallon of drool
We can chill by the pool, we can play in the sand
Watch a movie or two but you know my real plans
I'm not into fancy dinners or meetin' your friends
Unless they want to get together, watch me eatin' your ass
Cause I'm eatin' a ass, girl, I'm eatin' yo ass
I'm writin' this while drivin', bout to be in a crash
Put this song on your iPod, put your speakers on blast
Roll all the windows down and also your pants
I saw ya momma packin' ass, yeah, she lookin' like snack
Bout to get me some puddin', bout to eat the whole pack
Bite her peach with my teeth, I don't mean to be crass
But you know my hole goal, I'm tryin' to be your new dad
Yeah, I'll take you to the park, we can both have a catch
You want a sno-cone? Here's a bit of my cash
Need a shoulder to cry on? I'll be there in a flash
Cause you know it ain't easy eatin' a ass
No, this ain't a bridge, ain't no Billy Goat's Gruff
But I'm tryin' to tongue fuck ya deep in your butt
Wanna taste what you ate datin' back to a month
Wanna kiss you goodnight cause I think I'm in love
With eatin' a ass, yo, I'm eatin' ya ass
I'm a secret assoholic, yeah, I'm sneakin' a flask
I'mma read you your rights cause you're under arrasst
I'mma sentence you to life of me eatin' yo ass
Snoop, sign me to your label cause I'm freakin these raps
About breathin' the grass and also eatin' a ass
I think the offers expired but I believe there's a chance
That I just wrote the sweetest rap about eatin' a ass
Yes, I'm eatin' a ass, oh yeah, I'm eatin' a ass
Whether you like it or not, I'll be stealin' the stash
Causin' trouble in your treble, all the bass in your bass
I'm makin' my demands, want my face in your ass
This is gettin' out of hand, you can call me needy
I don't care who I am, as long as you Rikishi
If you don't get the reference I'll get the referee
Gonna get the DQ and the 1, 2, 3
Yeah, 4, 5, 6, yeah, I'm countin' the licks
I ain't stoppin' at 10, yeah, I'm gettin' my wish
I forgot what I'm sayin', Snoop, what did you ask?
Man, it doesn't really matter cause I'm eatin' a ass
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12. |
DARKSOULS2
03:13
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E-Bizzle, and here's my business card
It has my number and an indicator any time my dick is hard
I'm spittin' wicked bars on and off the movie screen
In between my motion picture hits I'm doin' gooey green
I used to know words but now I blow herbs
Whenever there's some weed to smoke, I always go first
And now my throat hurts but I'm a soldier
Got some AK-47 and some Blue Dream and some Church
No merch, just bandcamp
I'm makin' no dollar bills and no fans, man
Still have a beard.. and a stache and..
When you add it all up, that's all I have
Still not shavin', still Doc Davin'
Hit them trees when I get the cravin'
Not Wes, I'm blessed
With too much stress and high blood pressure
I'm better than ever, clever
Big Cheddar, heavy sweater
A meta editor read it on Reddit data boards
A beta-lord, got Alpha-5 and Omegazord
I'd pay it forward but I'm super poor and I can't no more
I try to sympathize with all my fears but I can't surmise
Just why guys die when they give their lives
And that's why I can't drive 55, right?
Doc Dave make ya daughter sex slave
Get a crave case chaser, he's makin' her misbehave
He's takin' her to a cave
He's rapin' her in the face
Now she can't breathe, gaggin', leave her gapin' like a dragon
No you can't leave cause it's hard
I see you got that ceaseless discharge
I got a giant spear, I'm a royal guard
It doesn't matter if you're dead if your souls dark
Got humanity, man up and man the vanity
......Sean Hannity
....
I can't wait
I'm so fuckin' hollow
Dark Souls 2 comes out tomorrow
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13. |
Majula
01:17
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I woke up bewitched
How did I arrive in the Things Betwixt?
Blinkin' my eyes, I picked up a stick
Started swinging it blindly, miss after miss (after miss, after miss)
I've already died
The last that's clear is it's one giant eye
And a mouth full of teeth being closed around my inability
Burnin' an effigy, namin' my character, learnin' my history
Makin' my way through tutorials
Skippin' the lesson, ended up in the Boreal
Rewind, reset, come across the memorial
How many people have died tryin' to conquer their horrible fate
"Chosen Undead" you all laugh in my face
Emerald Herald will show me the way
Seek out the King, he's the ruler
But I will usurp and become the leader of Majula
I trekked through the forest defiantly
Killed the Last Giant, he ripped off his arm and he died
Then I felled the pursuer, got to the Cathedral of Blue a bit later
Slain the Dragon Slayer
Awe, man, I'm tired, I need to refill my estus
Sit at the bonfire, take a rest, but
I'm only halfway through my quest, fuck!
Get back up, I'd consider me a winner
Soul Speared the Iron King and Estoc'd the Lost Sinner
Came upon the Rotten and reduced him to a major
Cut off both the heads of the Duke's Dear Freja
Bring all the souls to the castle, my goal
Get betrayed by the Queen just like Vendrick of ole
Realize that I've done this a thousand times over
And accepted my fate as the chosen Dark Soldier
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14. |
Give Me Your Head
04:20
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You're magic
You may not know it but you are
It's tragic
Your body free from any scars
Bad habits
That give your people character
Without them
You're no better
You have your face
And your clothes
And your music
And your friends
And your cellphone
And social networking
You're meeting all the ends
But when we're alone and you're naked
You look like everyone else
Except for your head
So give me your head
Except for your head
So give me your head
So please release your inner scene
And be photogenic for me
Because when I feast, you're nothing to me
But a pretty face
So please release your inner scene
And be photogenic just for me
Because when I feast, you're nothing to me
But a pretty face
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15. |
Fruitless
05:01
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Why am I here?
The question burns hot
I can't accomplish goals
My future is rot
On the log of my life
On fire, on track
Onward to misfortune
On top of my back
My nervousness rising
My insides are writhing
I keep on living while I keep on dying
I don't want these answers, I just want to quit
Nothing to stop me, nothing to write anymore
All my topics all lead back to the same grave
The hole I dug years ago back when I first was enslaved
The path I paved was fruitless, not a life saved
Just taken away, taken away from me
I don't want these skeletons, I just want a part of speech
One tiny line on my vocabulary
I don't want my head back, you can keep it
I just want to know why you left me alive
The bones exceed your bonuses
The cons outweigh the pros
The speech you bastardize each night covers up the pose
The makeup that you slur together can't make up the clothes
I want you out of my house
Keep your voice down
The bars you frequent frequently are houses in disguise
You stalk them with your cellphone ready to call up random guys
I'm just here to be a hero but I see it in your eyes
I'm a taxi, just a used up night
But I've been thinking harder everyday you cloud my motives
I'm not working for you, I don't have to reach a quota
I could turn you off instead of bringing you along
So goodnight, have fun drowning in a song about a boy
Who couldn't rescue you
I haven't left the city
The world is just too big
I'm not infatuated by your everlasting swigs
You're tired
Try to get some sleep but the pounding in your head..
It's me
Trying to keep you up
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16. |
Claudio Sanchez
01:21
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It's me, Claudio Sanchez
It's... me...
Claudio Sanchez
Uh oh ohuh oh oh oh
Ohuh oh ohuh oh uh oh
Oh oh ohuh oh uh oh
Ohuh oh ohuh oh uh oh
Do you want to read my comic books?
With me, Claudio Sanchez
Ohuh oh oh oh
Claudio Sanchez
Ohuh oh
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17. |
Flipping a Cube
02:25
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18. |
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19. |
David Hayter (2020 Demo)
02:37
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Safe place
You'll never escape
I just want to see the sky again
I just want this captivity to end
I don't want to be in this box
Under the ground
I know where you are
But I can't get to you
Closed in
You'll never know the difference
I just want to touch the earth again
I don't know why these things are happening
But they're happening
I just want to know the meaning of
I don't need these synthetic drugs
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20. |
MT.
02:06
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Way up on top of a mountain, I got a home
Just me in a cave sittin' with a candle alone
Pontificatin', waitin', I hear the wind as it moans
He's the only friend I have but he gets mad and it blows
I don't remember the last time that I had a memory and it gets to me
That's why I've been keeping a diary
I thought I was being bright but the words that I write
Somehow kept disappearing overnight, alright
So I'm like, "that's weird"
Still I was bored so still I wrote about how much that it snowed
Because it's all that I know
The last thing that I remember is the nightmare before
Where I wake up and start again just starin' into the cold
Cold, cold, null, void, old
Soul pulled out and sold
Ready or not, the plot thickens
There is more than a feeling that I gotta stop eatin' drippins fallin' off of the ceiling
Although it's appealing
I have to find some order and meaning
To get myself off of this mountain before I die here
I'm freezing
Believin' I'm seeing demons
I hear 'em scremin'
Tellin' me their gonna slip inside my ears when I'm sleepin' and get to eatin'
And so it goes, got icicles in my nose
Toes froze, woes growin' and growin' and I'm a host
I beat my fists bloody punchin' into the posts
As I laugh, it ain't funny
Now I'm yellin' at ghosts
Now I'm mad at them
Because they won't stop chittering, chattering, it's maddening
I still don't want to believe this is happening
But actually, I don't have a say in the matter
So I go back to the diary and keep writing the letters
Hopin' it'll get better
Little do I know, I'm the cause
My joints become stiff
My knuckles covered in frost
My breath, beyond visible, seepin' out of my jaws
My death, progressed: critical
In a blizzard of awes
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21. |
Close Enough?
01:43
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If I need some direction, do you think I'm gonna share that with you?
The captain goes down with the ship
And if he doesn't, he's a coward
Yeah, I need moral guidance like I need another hole in my head
This game is less than relevant
Let's see who has the power
I'm not ready for what's next
I've seen too many things and I'll be damned if I'll see anymore
I can't believe that it's come to this
I've given up my time to talk to you
What have I done?
Why did I do that?
I wasted all this time
I could have been doin' something else
Why did I waste my whole life?
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22. |
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I woke up beneath the Sunset Tree
It confirmed what I firmly believe in
See, it's as simple as a blade of grass
All it does is breathe
If it rained diamonds, we'd be rich
But we'd forget the more there is
The more they will increase in pricelessness
This ship runs on confidence
And constant spirits, honest spirits
Promise and a bland appearance
Take the trouble with the treants
Nothing like living in the Westland Wasteland
Think you can take our joy when you take our things?
We'll throw a party with all of the best men
Gonna get real high, gonna grow green wings
So grab your barrel if you play the drums
Our captain plays 360, our pilot does the drugs
Sing a song, if you think it's dumb, sing a song
Just give it a go cause you can't go wrong
This ship runs on confidence
And constant spirits, honest spirits
Promise and a bland appearance
Take the trouble with the treants
It seems that if we grew a forest then we'd have a place to stay
We'll plan our schemes by the order
We'll plant our seeds by the water
For lonely artists who are tired and they need a place to stay
We'll build our homes to the thunder
We'll sing our songs to the water
For the magic that remains in our periphery
It's just slightly out of reach
Don't keep reaching
Start building
Even if supplies are scarce, keep building
If the windows slamming shut, keep building
When the darkness covets light, keep building
The darkness and the light keep building
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23. |
PMBACNGDA
05:04
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Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Becoming a cyborg
Never again
Never again
Never again
Never again
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Becoming a cyborg
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
He's never gonna die again
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
He's never gonna die again
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Never again becoming a cyborg
Paul is dead
Never again
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
He's never gonna die again
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
He's never gonna die again
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Becoming a cyborg
Never again
Never again
Never again
He's never gonna die again
Never again
Never again
Never again
Never gonna die
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Never again
Never again
Never again
Never gonna die again
Never again
Never again
Never again
Never gonna die again
Paul McCartney
Paul is dead
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul is dead and he's never gonna die again
This song is about Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Never again
Never again
Never again
Never ever ever ever
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
He's never gonna die again
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
He's never gonna die again
Paul
Paul McCartney
Paul
Paul McCartney
Never
Never
Never
Never gonna die again
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul McCartney becoming a cyborg
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
Paul is dead
He's never gonna die again
I feel everything
Never could see any other way
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24. |
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That beach is no ordinary beach
That beach has black sand
I've heard stories
Multiple variations
None of them good, all of them sad
Pool full of money, fools take the bait
Swear on your life and spread the plague
We have an epidemic on our hands
We would if we had hands
But the illness took our hands
Now we use our mouths for menial tasks
And for other less menial tasks
Is there someone who can save us from this fate
Cure all side effects that end in death
Count your regrets
Annihilate the patient, that's what we want to see
Save the world properly
Get used to being lonely
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25. |
Black Market Blues
01:00
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Pickin' off the elderly, BLAM!
Sniper rifles for sale
Grenades made for you hand
Better hope they don't fail
Sellin' nukes to children living overseas
Startin' war in revenge for their families
Cause they put 'em in sweatshops, makin' bigger factories
Branchin' out to Canada, workin' on a masterpiece
Fuckin' like a rabbit makin' endless batteries
Livin' like a hermit that masturbates perpetually
Pissin' off the elderly guys
And all the elderly gals
They gettin' rid of their wives
Sharks in search of a whale
Killin' babies with knives
Not even goin' to jail
Put in charge of your family
Puttin' bombs in your mail
Openin' a superstore is lots of fun
When you don't have to worry 'bout conglomerations
I'm a little businessman in a suit
Sellin' guns and knives to little kids, bitch
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26. |
Eternal Kid Fuckup
00:08
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27. |
Eternal Kid Brother
00:48
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28. |
Cleverly Titled Song
02:56
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Are you happy where you are?
Do you wish that it was more?
Do you know exactly how far
You would go to gain possession of your nightmares?
Who's that man who silhouettes your doorframe?
It's okay, you can tell me his name
I promise that everything will be okay
Fall asleep, let cliches take your head away
I fell through this hole then it became 3-D in front of me
I was in a tunnel, the light was nowhere to be seen
I started to panic, this place is scary and dark and I'm claustrophobic
I'll tear this passage apart
This will only happen if you let it
I don't know if I'm ready for this
Backmasked a message to kill all your kids
I hide in a mask with tiny eye slits
It's hard to see anything else
Besides what I'm looking at
And all I see is myself wearing this stupid mask
If I take it off
Will I see muscle?
Will it hurt?
Will I see God?
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29. |
Ben Stiller
01:23
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Back to basics
Thievery displacement
Moral defacement
Consumers are impatient
You should feel guilty
You should be hanged
Stealing from millionaires
Without touching a bank
Pocket 1's and 0's and decimals in your eyes
Evil isn't idle on the better side of lies
Get a gun you greedy, greedy, greedy man
Shoot the child where he stands
My God, what have you done?
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30. |
Richard Alpert
02:40
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Take me away from here please
I have no right to call this home
I'm a mistake, a reject, I know it and accept it
Now I need to make this right
I'm a loser, an other, something or another again
Somewhere in this world their is an island for misfit boys
Who want to poison everyone that they used to love
But were abandoned by and the only way to break the curse
Is to poison everyone they used to love
Poison everyone they used to love
Somewhere out in space there is a planet that's inhabited
By all the different kinds of different things that are too awesome
How to think about or think aloud cause either one will hold you down
It's best to just keep quiet about this miracle you've conjured on your own
This miracle you've conjured on your own
On your own
On your own
On your own
Own
Somewhere in this world their is an island for misfit boys
Who want to poison everyone that they used to love
But were abandoned by and the only way to break the curse
Is to poison everyone they used to love
That they used to love
Love
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31. |
Sweet Caramel
01:48
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32. |
Calling All Freaks
03:22
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He's a freak off the leash
Budget cousins
Siamese freaks
Speak in the name of the freak
Shriek in the name of the freak
You couldn't be more wrong
You couldn't be more wrong
Calling all freaks
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33. |
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An idea of Gabriel's
The herald angel's glowing face
Trumpeting a tell-all tale of destiny
Important mission, fisheye vision and a bonus spin
Lotto, jackpot, sixty-million innocents
And sixty-million insects
Living under us
Making nature flow
Making nature grow
Growing babies
Diligently digging desperately in search of water
That we'll use to send our children up the creek
They will grow up never knowing just how much we love them
But we do
With all our hearts and all our bodies and all our being if we have to
Getting bigger all the while
Traveling further down the Nile
Into a tunnel, a man-made tunnel that wasn't there before
Getting stronger all the time
Living half a dime behind isn't living but it's fine
If you've been thinking of cashing it in
Even days can be controlled if you know how
If know who to talk to, you can build a home
Fit for raising a child
Fit for babies
An idea we took from someone else and made it ours
We put a spin on it and made something magnificent
Water brings us flowers, brings us dollars, begin power struggle
Now, we're on the top, we are significant
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34. |
Fires in AA
01:37
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It's rainin' in Ann Arbor
Better get the party started
Call the cops and get the guards
We're playing drinking games with cards
Light the blunt up, it's on you
Let's get some shroomage in that stew
So tell Tom, he says it's cool
We gettin' wrecked on Witch's Brew
And know that this is not a joke
This is happening
Hellfire, brimstone rising from the unknown
Pale horse comin' home to pastel paints and a crooked crown
You know it ain't gettin' better, we gon' be let down
No, that's not a cool sweater, shits packed with down
...and we all gon' drown
Sing "oh oh oh oh"
Yeah, kick it like that
Poetic like Jack Buck skinnin' a cat
Jackin' it like Jack Black slappin' the bat
So now we ain't welcome?
What's up with that?
Give it back and that's that
No hazmat hat
Just Jomo jammin' on a Sax Man Jacksonville
Still with a bucket of pills
Yeah, yeah
Something else
Get down, c'mon
Doin' fitness, everybody exercise
(Do the energy drink!)
Right here gonna exercise
Do some pushups and some shit
Get down to size
Yeah, uh... jumping jacks
Or fuckin... chin-ups... somethin' like that
I don't fuckin' know
Too many swear words
Ad-libs are terrible
Singin' a song
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35. |
Thru 2 Ypsi
00:53
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The fires movin' through to Ypsi, that's shitty
I don't want to lose one of my favorite cities
One of my favorite ditties is "Banjo King"
I'm not joking, this is happening
I'm rap-singing like it's "Bad as Me"
Tom Waits waits but this is baffling
Some plastic rings with decoders in 'em
Glow in the dark when the light goes missin'
Okay, so the mission is lost
Our direction criss-crossed
Like a boss with too much sauce
Ivan Ooze, Andross, mechanical Jaws
I'm handling bras, panties and your socks
I'm doing your laundry
You should be thankful I'm doing your laundry
It's not like you were gonna do your laundry
So, shit, man, give me some credit for doing your laundry
You think this is a god damn joke?
Just give me some quarters and I'll go do your laundry
I know it's a funny song but I'm serious
I will do your laundry if you supply me with the things I need to do you laundry...
...really I'm just trying to steal your clothes
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36. |
Go On Without Me
02:42
|
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Please leave before I start changing
And you are forced to do something resulting in my ending
So please, please leave
Go on without me
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37. |
Coffee Tables
03:01
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There's a pocket for a district
Every judge produces misfits nowadays
It must pay to be a dirty little leech
Suck blood while hanging underneath my arms with charm
You sentence me to change the city
There's that familiar fingerprint
In the dark, dank dust of parliament
Let's start changing the world and elect a black president
Erect a brand new monument
Car wrecks for the the despondent
All the signs are labeled "wanted"
Haunted by the good and honest
All because you were on it
Demotivated by our fate
Prepare to practice dates
Bye friends, it's getting late
Thanks for the birthday
Your sentence reads like any other
Fucked up then hung up by another
Let me breathe it out
As I read aloud that foggy cloud
We'll gather round
Try to bum us out, instead it bumps me down
Gather round, try and hear me out because I'm laughing
I'm your pretty music
Singing, dancing, suffocating
I'm still waiting for the Pope to die
I'm your atheistic clown
I deserve this frown, I digress
When I started, did I have a nest?
And am I such a mess?
When I started was I such a mess?
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38. |
Answer?
02:33
|
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You think you're built like a fortress
But trust me, you're not that important
You're out in the open
And nothing to show for it
Where's the mortar?
Where's the builder?
Where'd the plane land?
Where's the main man?
What's the price of your head today?
Does it escalate rapidly and then slowly deflate?
You better am-scray before it's too late
Where's the bad guy?
Where's the blue dye?
Where'd the hope go?
Out the window?
We need to stop and think
Why did we leave?
What have we become?
What we have left, what do we have left?
When nothing is right, what's left?
What's left?
When nothing is right, what's left?
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39. |
The Wind's Return
02:00
|
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Tell me a story and I'll tell you a better one
Everybody's running inside to hide from the cold
The Winds of Change whistlin'
I'm at the door listenin'
Learnin' to better myself
Learnin' to better myself
Learnin' to better myself
Sometimes the Crown weighs heavy on my head
Somebody get me medicine
I'm never going out again
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40. |
Rep
01:03
|
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Sup, baby gir, how you doin'?
What's new?
I'm E-Bizzle and I'm gonna show you
What I do with my wang
When I pull it out and we go to Chinatown, what?
I didn't think that rhymed but that's okay because I am fat paid
And I get laid, I'm real made, I drive a '23 Escalade
That's right, a car before it existed
I made a point but, bitch, you must have missed it
I drive the motherfucker up and down the street
....something... something... sweet talk them with my dick.
Yeah, I fucked Lil' Waynes daughter
Sex in the vagina (WHAT?)
Sex in the vagina (VAGINA)
Sex in the vagina (WHAT?)
Sex in the vagina (VAGINA)
Sex in the vagina (WHAT?)
Sex in the vagina (VAGINA)
Sex in the vagina (WHAT?)
Sex in the vagina (VAGINA)
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41. |
My Vagina
02:53
|
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So raw and delicate
Never been celibate
Nothing to celebrate
Now I'm the surrogate
I'm pregnant and expecting
Another on the way
They grow up so quickly
They never wanna stay
I'm beat, I thought you'd protect me
Sometimes I cry for no reason
I caught fire, got burned by some bad folk
Poked holes in my perfect plan
I broke up over a Cosmopolitan then opened up and learned
I grew up in a world with no men but now I can please any one of them
I crack up at the slightest hint of stability
I will keep up the neighbors
They don't need to sleep, they need to call the police
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42. |
Scraped Together
02:56
|
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Here we go, slow, blowin' on dro
Show to perform but we simply too stoned
"I knew we shouldn't have smoked before"
"I know but we did and we're here. Get it under control"
I look up at Alex and noticed he's grown
No, it's me
"Am I shrinking?"
Look's at me like "no"
Walks away, leaves me standing there cold and alone
I cried "wee, wee, wee" all the way home
We're scraped together and basic veterans
We're way better than ancient weapons
And now that the planet has finally stopped spinning
We're right where we ought to be
It's really happening
Soon, soon the blood red balloon
Will go pop, we'll get caught in a storm and then boom
We'll end up in a hospital stuck on the moon
With one doctor, a monster, a Judoon platoon
They're snooping for goons but can only find humans
Marooned with no food yet the nuisance eludes them
Corners the doctor equipped with a straw and starts sucking the life out his body
If you're ever feeling low
Life's hard, you're downtrodden
Go ahead and plant a cleaver in the top of someone's noggin
Pull it out, dig your fingers in, grab hold of each side
And peel until the look just like a capital Y
Oh no, it's too late to go
You're stuck here forever so enjoy the show
The whole goal was to swallow your soul
Now we pucker up, suck her, what fun is this though?
You get thinner and thinner, we found us a winner
Worn down to a splinter to pick out our dinner
We use the whole buffalo just so you know
Not a trace goes to waste we make paste from your bones
Yeah, you're facing nascent, patient cannibal
Salivating, I'm waiting for oil to boil
Fricassee ya, fricken see ya
Catch and tore ya, pleased to eat ya
I'm mad at the man at the head of the table
I slice off a slab and I take off, I'm able
To murder it, murderous monster, my title
I tattle a little, my fiddle is final
I save ya for later, ya tell Dave, I slay ya
Filet ya for days like it aged and I'll cook you
And I serve it bland, don't need any taste
We severed like skin
Together we scraped
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43. |
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Further now into the grass
Purged deep out of your mind
Descend ye now beyond the maps
Writhing deep within our blind
Shake your spear in flame
Set your shield in stone
Soak your helm in blame
Steel your heart in bone
Forever have we waited for our lives to come to this
In this moment we are wasted from our tribal, battle bliss
Do not forget the courage that you all have shown today
We shall never be greater than the soldiers that we play
So shall we fight until the end
We're the Gods of our own destiny
Shall we die beside our friend
Be part of the book that someday they will read
Be part of the book that someday they will read
When we are free
When we are free
When we are free
When we are free
Free to make our choices and our voices will be heard
Free to fly as high above the sky, above the birds
Free to make our choices and our voices will be heard
Free to fly as high above the sky, above the birds
When we are free
When we are free
When we are free
When we are free
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44. |
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45. |
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46. |
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47. |
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48. |
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Lying in fields, looking upwards
Dreaming of time machines
Muttering madness in monotone
A castaway freak on an island of ghosts
That can see him but he can't see them
The girls go to college to learn about knowledge
The boys stay at home, just getting stoned
When all this is over, we'll find out who's better
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49. |
Miracles (ICP cover)
04:12
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50. |
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51. |
Rabid (ICP remix)
03:19
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52. |
Stoned
02:49
|
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What the fuck am I doing?
This is embarrassing
I should be lighting up a blunt while soaked in kerosine
Standing in front of a mirror burning
But you won't hear me scream
You're busy doing something else, monitoring computer screens
Talkin' to some other guy silently cause I'm not listening
Not paying attention to the signs when I probably should be
I'm too busy gettin' high, playin' Halo 3, tryin' not to die
Because I think this is important
Keepin' myself happy requires everything in order
Savin' up my quarters, takin' cans to the store
And turn them in for cash so I could get some gas
So I could meet your ass and you could smoke my stash
And there's no time for sex, you have to study for class
Or it's that time of the month and I'm not fuckin' with that
And your cramps extra bad so you need extra grass
Now the weekends over so it's back to my Dad's
Get out the bong, relax, roll up a couple of zags
Halo: Reach is comin' out, let's get the beta, hell yeah
Bet it's gonna be rad, hey Daddy, puff puff pass
I guess it's good to be back where I'm comfortable
I'll just do this forever, it's fuckin' wonderful
Get so fuckin' high that the skies open wide
Just enough so I can fly to another world
I wish it didn't have to be so complicated
We could just stay high and fly and be naked
But you were turned off and now I have to face it
I shouldn't have went to your parents stoned
What the fuck was I thinking
Oh yeah, I remember
The weather was turnin' it was the middle of November
Thought things were gettin' better
But never, you are the shredder
Takin' Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, drop a couple letters
And leave me with a shell of what I used to remember
Now cut that in half, I use a chemical sever
Eternal Sunshine, my Clementine, I wanna forget her
It doesn't take half a brain to know whenever, whatever
I will survive the endeavor, R. Kelly hot with Berettas
I have to think of something quick because it's not what you tell 'em
There's no narrator to time out and give you a lesson
You either get it on your own or else you're left to guess
Then you get a crazy notion to head out to the West
And get four quarters, each with a different scent
I can't remember the names cause I was so crazy blazed
That part of my memory banks were erased
Vacation ends, on the airplane back to Michigan
One extra "boy howdy" because me and Dad snuck on a couple of brownies
Everybody's gettin' rowdy, the whole damn cabin turned into a party
There were elephants there gettin' daggered on the dance floor by a marmoset with purple hair
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53. |
Leucistic
02:31
|
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Sealed in the resin
The absence of reason
The season of seizure
A family of trees
Waiting for a moment to strike
Just like, we were hangin' on a limb
We were moths to the light
We didn't see it coming
Two ships in the night
We thought that it was all for naught
And we were right
The seeds we sew might feed the crows
But I need to know who did this
And if it's so impossible
Then how's it so leucistic
Draw the bows, nock all the arrows
We wear our albino apparel
Lose the target in the snow
Like hunting parties in a barrel
The seeds we sew might feed the crows
But I need to know who did this
And if it's so impossible
Then how's it so leucistic
String the feathers round your neck
Where did it appear?
Clip your wings, you are no raven
Cause that would be weird
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54. |
The Peak
02:49
|
|||
You're waiting for the toxins all to pass
There are never enough blankets despite the copious amounts we have
We're ready for the peak to finally hit
While you writhe around in agony, you realize that's barely the start of it
The radios left on
It plays the muffled song
As it reaches the crescendo, the gravity feels wrong
Somewhere, there's a lighthouse on the shore
The waves assault the stones while someone locks the door
This time it's worse than what you thought
As you're craving that release from the illness that you caught
You're clawing out your eyes
Your demons recognized
The thing clinging to your ceiling is the thing you need to exercise
The reason for this feeling is the help that you have ostracized
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55. |
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Does lopsided lactose leave you lachrymose?
Dilapidated, very scary sewer dwellers from the cosmos
Try and pry like private eyes
Piratize and scry your mind
Deducing and deciding how to vie for your insides
Take a bite of your armpit
That's how they get it started
This ain't the Black Eyed Peas
They know exactly where your heart is
You the dearly departed it
Devoured and discarded
I'll be sure to tell your loved ones that you give them your regards
But you were launched off the broadway
They lunched on and gnawed
They left very little of you, yes, they ate all they wanted
Cause you were made into a buffet
It's all that you can eat and they be eatin' you all day
Compliments to all the chefs
You never hear a "check please"
You're served as human burgers
Cause you're nothing more than dead meat
Gonna take more than one guy who considered it a hobby
To count up all the kills
Cause you gon' barely be a body
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56. |
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57. |
Bad Guys Comin'
01:48
|
|||
Bad man's world and I'm takin' a stand
You know I wasn't born bad any more than Thor and
I don't hold hands cause it's gross to romance
I don't support that and it's given me no chance
Vince McMahon on a picnic, sayin' how he pictured it different
Stayin' in a nitpicked stance
I don't wanna dance
I don't wanna get in another chick's pants, let's just say friends
Maybe we give a way and getaway to France
Maybe we can lick away the tasty part on stamps
Maybe I'm in over my heard
It's like I'm swimmin' in a barrel in apparel of lead
Unh
Maybe I should sneak away and slip between the cracks
Maybe I'm a puff of smoke and you're an empty pack
Maybe I'm a pile of shit here to fertilize the future that you're makin' with him, bitch
Bad guys comin' and they gummin' up the plumbin'
They runnin' and dunkin', suckin' to the fuckin', pumpin'
Hump 'em and dump 'em just like they gunnin'
For a funnin', a Funyun, a fuckin' funeral
Hummin' a hymnal, give 'em the signal, cause it's a-
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58. |
Bein' a Friend
01:22
|
|||
First, wipe your feet
Then leave your shoes at the door
Then scooch your patootie, get closer, get more
You want some lasagna?
Then you gotta promise that you know the score
Four lovely ladies who lavishly lay thee on down
It's a hot Florida night in the dark part of town
Medicare? In a minute here, we're gonna need
St. Olaf to bring in emergency teams
To pick up the pieces of pelvis all over the scene
To put 'em together in Savannah heat
To mail you back home to old Sicily
Send kisses from me
Thank you for bein' a friend
Travel down the road and back again
Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidante
Thank you for bein' a friend
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59. |
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Hello, how's your dolmen doing?
Make a funny face and freeze
For fifteen years you must remain
So ugly looking, taunted, teased
There aren't any more songs to steal
There aren't any more feelings to fake
The basket I've kept fully stocked might as well be bare
We need to take things seriously
Like, what the hell was that last night?
We need to get our heads on straight
And make some important phone calls
We need prove something to someone else
Or something bad will happen or else
We'll always be remembered as being no one
Or nothing
The throat on fire is good
The face in ruins is better
Crawl down the street
Eat the shoes off the feet
Flip up the slip in the dark
Leave such a mess that they'll tell tall tales
Made entirely of speechless remarks
I've befriended several freaks
With candles instead of souls
They showed me the only way I'll ever grow
Is by nurturing what I already know
It's a long, hard road
With barely anything to show
When it ends
If it ever ends
If it ever ends
|
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60. |
I'm a Bird (demo)
02:52
|
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Stand back and do the countdown
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I'm taking off now
And you all look like ants but you're not as strong as ants
And it's a bright day but I can't tell
There's a window but it's crystal and it's cracked in the middle
And everything looks like it's a spider or a fly and I'm a bird
But I have nowhere to go
So I sing and it sounds pretty to some
But to others it just gets annoying
And they want me to shut up so they can get more sleep
But no, there's nothing you can do
I can sing all I want and I'm singing to you
And the words to this song are very meaningful
But you don't speak bird
If you live here, you should learn the language
So as time goes by you'll notice there is more to what you see
It makes no difference, it's an action just to be
So when they clip your arms, you're no longer a scarecrow
You're a child, you're a pile of blindfolds
Think fast, here comes a hard one
In the form of fifty million smart bombs
Just because you're underground doesn't mean you're safe for harm
And I try to float on with a wing and a prayer
That goes out to anyone who's waiting, wanting to share
It's not a novel if you don't write it down anywhere
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61. |
DEA (Two Index Fingers)
01:15
|
|||
I really don't wanna be stressin'
But makin' a mess ain't the best kind of lesson
You need to be steppin', correctin' your sentences
Checkin' off lists with a sort of irrelevance
Stealing the Lord is way out of the line
Do you mind? He was fine 'til you came and pried him
Up out of his highness, do you find this funny?
Cause all I remember is my time and money
Put into labor to make up the savior
To savor the flavor, not pay for the major...
Haters, but haters today is the paper for naysayers
Pray for the J-takers, fakers and shakers
Unh
To break this down, to take this crown
To paint his brow with a cape and cowl
To face this clown with a tank and trowel
Too basic now
To crack this arc, too black at dark
A little, red dot with a vicious bark
To stop your heart, a question mark
The pressure starts
Unh
A hidden figure with a finger on the trigger
Another on the pulse and another in the middle
Another with a ring and another he extends when he drinks
|
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62. |
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To sleep is to submit is too sublime
Lucidity washes over me, watches over me
Red, yellow and green
To stop is to give up is too not happening
We find ourselves at home in time
A place where we can stay awake
And soon we'll cross the frozen river
Until then, let's stay indoors
To safe is not a choice it is a must
The walls to keep the pigs and dogs and cats in proper penmanship
Learn to engineer
A science nonetheless, with proper ethics applied
This house became a rocket ship
We find ourselves at home in time
A place where we can stay awake
And soon we'll cross the frozen river
Until then, let's stay indoors
In the House of Lighters and Swords
|
||||
63. |
Bein' a Dad (demo)
02:34
|
|||
You know it ain't easy bein a Dad
It's like the second hardest job you could ever have
Payin the bills and raisin your kid
Yo Dad, why don't you hit me with some gangsta shit
Bein a Dad is hard as hell
Always killin rattlesnakes takes its toll and well
I'ma give the shit up turn in my badge
Cause I'm sick of puttin' it in just one vag
Maybe roam the land and go to Tennessee
Or Seattle, I don't know, I just wanna be free
A man's gotta roam, gotta sew my oats
Another girl pregnant? I gotta go
Bein a Dad…well let me tell ya
I'm terrified of being a failure
I just booked it and never looked back
I'm sure I'll probably never regret that
And then this is the part about bein' a bridge
Bridgin' the land
This side is land, this side is land
Water in between... you're bridgin' the gap
You can drive across it or back in the old days, you walked across it
But you know it's a bridge
So this is the bridge about literally being a bridge
That's just one case of bein a Dad
If you get to know one I'm sure they're not that bad
People give them hard times, like to talk a lot of crap
Which is basically why Dads are getting this bad rap
I don't hate my Dad, I just wanted to show him
All my Pokemon cards and how I've grown
But I guess I'll make due with my fake Dad Tom
Oh, and the first hardest job is being a Mom
It ain't easy bein a Dad
That's probably why mine turned tails and ran
Maybe someplace better where it's way less crowded
Hakuna Matata, but really I doubt it
Mi casa, su casa, you no Mufasa
You's a man, not a lion, or a bear or a tiger
I don't blame you for leaving. I don't think you're a cunt
So just hit me up dad and let's smoke a blunt
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64. |
Life: An Oncoming Storm
01:28
|
|||
There's no going back
We just move forward
On the one way track we're bolted to when we're first born
We pick up pace the longer that we fail to grasp
It's not a race, so why are we going so fast?
I'm terrified of dying cause of everything I'd leave behind
|
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65. |
Growing Up Sucks
00:50
|
|||
There's no going back
We only move forward
On the one way track we're bolted to when we're first born
We pick up pace the longer that we fail to grasp
It's not a race, so why are we going so fast?
|
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66. |
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When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
It'll be just like the end of the world
In the eyes, minds and hearts of teenage girls
When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
It'll be just like the last of my weed
Something I hold onto tightly to keep me through the boring night
It came to me in headphone sight
The veins like snakes
The blades like planes
The passengers are tiny waves
I know I like you, and you like me
But would you like to marry me?
When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
It'll be a dark day indeed
It'll be just like the time you mistook what you want for what you need
When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
All our structure will crumble and we'll tumble on down to our knees
I never knew how many ways there were for someone to say please
The veins like snakes
The blades like planes
The passengers are tiny waves
I know I like you, and you like me
But would you like to marry me?
When Pete Wentz runs out of similes
We will age 30 years in a matter of seconds
It seems that sometimes the freaks
Have better beliefs than you think and the dreams are so sweet
Oh, when Pete Wentz runs out of similes
It will be just like a nuclear apocalypse
And all the fallout seeped into our homes
And kissed us on the lips
The veins like snakes
The blades like planes
The passengers are tiny waves
I know I like you, and you like me
But would you like to marry me?
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67. |
Remeron
01:24
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Whether the weather be hot
Whether the weather be cold
Whether the tethers are severed
Or never together at all
Synapses firing on all cylinders, my vision blurs
My head is worse than a million words being spilled in verse
I'm taking all these jagged, little pills to keep thoughts at bay
Alanis Morissetting myself up for failure, it's all a game
My third eyes blind, I'm talkin' myself off the ledge
It's closing time, I hope that I can find a friend
I never asked to be born this way, or born at all
My inner demons are speed walking through this shopping mall
I tell myself that it's all okay, we're all the same
So how come some of us seem rattled, Seattle, Kurt go bang
This self-defeating, depressing shit is getting old
I inspire to rewire, not be pigeon-holed
As this sad sack hack, it's wack, this asshole
Has no hold on my act and that is factual
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68. |
Strongererer
02:43
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If I'm here, there's something wrong
I only show up when the pressures on
And otherwise, I'm worlds apart
Since I'm here, there's something wrong
Looks like all the problems in the world are gone
And I have to do something about it
All I have is a guitar, an okay voice and a broken heart
And enough cliche to power a country
Since I'm here, I might as well
I don't get used to how the pressure builds
And there's nothing like a good, old fashioned hero
I put myself at risk but it's for good
I'll organize a team like Kanye would
And we will be invincible until the ratings drop
There's no more we can do, it's time to harvest what we've got
We sell ourselves to make us seem much stronger than we are
We'll make our music videos like we were superstars
When Kanye West produces our next album, that will rule
Look for it next Summer in your local high schools
Oh, one day I'll do everything
Until then I won't do anything
It's not like anything is expected of me anyway
Cause now I'm here, so have no fear
I am no aquatic queer
I am the Mercury in Farrokh Bulsara's dreams
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69. |
Joker Chewbacca
04:12
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70. |
Future Jackets
04:03
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Now you're growing on your own
No nutrients, your brittle, broken bones
Collapse and leave you feeling dull
The poison in your fingers and your skull
Leak onto the page
Threaten our lifestyles
Bleed out on a stage
Grow up and leave
Now you're flying through this life
No time to catch your breath or savor sights
Wings, illusions in the sky
The poisons getting stronger
Live from day to day
Getting sicker every minute
A life-long decay
Will eat you at the finish
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71. |
Dr. Pop
01:23
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Walkin' up to you with a Coke bottle
Gonna stab you in the face with a Coke bottle
Coke bottle? Coke bottle
It's a mothafuckin' Coke bottle
Gonna sing into my Coke bottle
Gonna stab you in the face with a Coke bottle
Hey man, that's my Coke bottle
No, fuck you, that's my Coke bottle
Coke bottle, Coke bottle
It's a mothafuckin' Pepsi can
Pepsi can, Pepsi can
It's a mothafuckin' Pepsi can
Gonna stab holes with my Pepsi can
Tine, little bits with a Pepsi can
Pepsi can, cookie cutter
Happy, little faces with a cookie cutter
Wanna rock socks with a microphone
Open heart surgery, microphone
C'mon share that microphone
No, fuck you bitch, it's a Coke bottle
Coke bottle, Coke bottle
It's a mothafuckin' Coke bottle
Coke bottle, Coke bottle
It's a mothafuckin' Coke bottle
Coke bottle, Coke bottle
It's a mothafuckin' Coke bottle
Coke bottle, Coke bottle
It's a mothafuckin' Coke bottle
Coke bottle, Coke bottle
It's a mothafuckin' Coke bottle
Coke bottle, Coke bottle
It's a mothafuckin' Coke bottle
Coke bottle
Coke bottle
Coke bottle
Dr. Pop
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72. |
Burial at Sea
06:05
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Bury me
Bury me
Underneath the sea
Drown me
Trap me
Beneath the waves
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
I'm drifting down, down, down
Touch the sand to my skin
Peel and grate me away
Pressure keeps me locked within
Won't you fill my lungs
I won't need air anymore
I belong to the ocean
Buried at sea once more
Become one with the blue
You'll feel the pressure too
The guilt pulls down on you
It's a burial at sea
Proclaim, condemned
The beginning of the end
Suffer the sea
It's too late for me
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Sunken down, down, down
To the water I must bow
Can't swim somehow
There's no escape now
Forget me now
I'm lost too soon
Times up for redemption
It's the start of a monsoon
Bury me
Bury me
Bury me
Become one with the blue
You'll feel the pressure too
The guilt pulls down on you
It's a burial at sea
Bury me at sea
Bury me at sea
Remember me
Take me under
Dragged to deep
Bury me at sea
Bury me at sea
Remember me
Take me down
Down underneath
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73. |
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74. |
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75. |
Zarathustra
03:42
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If I kill it now it will never be alive again
But if I pursue this I put myself at risk
Sinking in my gut
Standing up to you
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Tell me, what can I do
To be a more peaceful man
A good postured citizen
Horrible how it changed
Because of our ignorance
Crosses in our eyes
Tissue on your tongue
You say that you've found a God
Well, I've found a better one
Call all your cattle in
Work on a battle plan
It looks like there's no such thing
As a more perfect man
If by happenstance you were saved by an intervening force
Would you claim you knew this
Or pretend that it never happened
Stabbing in your side
Brambles on your head
The zealots are gathering
Muttering "God is dead"
Delirium in the air
Their faces of vacant stares
Making a difference
When nobody really cares
Stigma in your eyes
Stain on history
You became the perfect man
That you're supposed to be
Shotgun in your hand
Sandals on your feet
The shepherd that guides us all
Is someone we've never seen
Sinking in my gut
Standing up to you
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Tell me, what can I do
To be a more perfect man
A good postured citizen
Horrible how it changed
Because of our ignorance
Stigma in your eyes
Stain on history
You became the perfect man
That you're supposed to be
Shotgun in your hand
Sandals on your feet
The shepherd that guides us all
Is someone we've never seen
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76. |
Eleventh Deep Jams
00:54
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77. |
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Yo,
Golden Gram spit it for as long as you admit
That all the crimes that I've committed are goin' down in the books
There's a very fine line between your's and all mine
So I think it's high time you question if you're a crook
They say that chaos is a ladder
If you're bad then I'm badder
Don't get mad, you don't matter and you never did
See, you're a wannabe, a phony
Your homeless guy is no crony
And you can kill your janitor goodbye cause he belongs to me
Oh, you didn't hear the news?
Bitch, I got gold shoes
And I got a whole crew at the flick of my wrist
So I offer you this: a swift kiss of my fist\
What you got to say to that, you fat, pathetic Bossbitch?
"Oh wow! Wow! How cool! Oh, wow! You put another beat together
and came up with some words that rhyme"
"Oh, so you think you can do better than that"
"No.. I KNOW I could do better than that. Anyone could
do better than that. A mentally handicapped ocelot could do better than that"
"Okay, motherfucker. You think you're so sweet, why don't you spit some shit"
"You asked for it. Okay.."
Your rhymes are all wack, your personas old hat
You think that I can't write a rap? Well, you're wrong about that
I'm takin' over Black Cat, Larry, you'd best watch your back
They're gonna charge me with manslaughter after I murder this track
You're gonna wish you were dead after I rip out your dreads
Or I'll just snatch off that wig, it's not attached to your head
Oh, and as for your crew, they don't even like you
I couldn't think of how to end it.. so...
Is that your big rebuttal? You trailed off and didn't rhyme
Well, I could have thought of something if I just had the time
Man, that sums you up perfectly, you can't think on spot
Now where'd I put my gun cause you're about to get shot
You mean this gun right here? Oh, you can't find the words?
Does your vocabulary fail you, you big, golden nerd?
Okay, you bested me this time, but Jon, you're my brother
Why we always gotta be, like, fucking fightin' with each other?
Oh, don't pull that on me. You started this first
God damn it, how the hell does this gun even work?
You just pull back the hammer (here?) no.. that's the trigger
Jesus Christ, Jon you are one stupid-
Woah! Easy there, that was about to get rough
You should quit while you're ahead, you've appropriated enough
Okay, I'll give you that one, man, this song is a jam
So how should we end it?
Man, I don't know.. DANCE!
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78. |
Booda
00:35
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don't worry about it
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79. |
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Shits getting weird nowadays, no joke
You're either in it to win it, or in it to smoke
I have to admit that I wanted them both
but it takes a lot of work and I'm damn near broke
So I rose from the dead and I'm looking for brains
Gotta eat other artists and finish the remains
Got a shovel and a lantern, gonna dig me a grave
Stand six feet deep as it fills up with rain
Gonna drown my sorrows, there's no tomorrow
Taken everything for granted, all the time that I borrowed
Well I have to give it back to the world somehow
Someway, some time well the time is now
It isn't very good but it took a lotta years
To release this piece to pierce through your ears
Try to make something great for you all to hear
Homophones can rhyme and I'll do it right here
See, all I ever wanted was to make a rap record that wasn't just shit
So I still try to reckon with the fact that I haven't
See my past as a battle, breathe my last death rattle
I'm sad I'll never see ya ever again
So are we still friends?
Time heals all wounds? How about distance?
What if I move away and your memories fray?
Did we ever make music anyway? (MIKE SHINODA)
We're smoking dro with our bros in the back
It's Happening, a certain level of wackness
This songs too long, better hit my bong
I've come full circle dog
If you've gotten this far then I'm proud of you
Not that pride really matters
You know that that's true
Truth is happiness ain't a warm gun at all
It's how I feel in the Autumn when the leaves fall
It's kickin' back with a blunt, relaxin' with my homies, watchin' Breakin' Bad,
Passin' till the last ash
It's funny how things change but seem to stay the same
We remain in the same state in which we were raised
We never do anything with the blank slate
Just throw it in the corner, let the days waste
Turn yellow while the dust just settles in the sun rays and collects
Whats next? I hate Mondays too but you gotta make do
You know haste makes waste but you gotta break through
You gotta face the race cause we're waitin' for you
Finish in last place? Don't worry that's cool
It ain't about what happens at A and B
It's all about experiences in between. So...
We're smokin' dro with our bros in the back
It's Happening, a Certain Level of Wackness
All of you, I'm getting all of you and I'm…..
I got a feeling, ferocious. I know it isn't hopeless
When the going gets tough, the tough smoke roaches
I'm focused like track 4 on Yoko.
We never playin' that though, that's a no-go.
Oh hell yeah bitch, I'm feelin' good yo.
Workaholics commentary, gonna blow dro
Fizzy pop smoke smells so good
better than Dragon's Blood or Sandalwood
Anyways, back to the bigger task at hand
I'm tryin to make a point, or make demands
I can't remember anymore, maybe I'm just jokin'
when I say there's nothing more to life but drinkin' and smokin'
I'm thinkin and hopin at least, I guess
I mean, it could be worse, I could be dead
I still have my health. I still have my head
For what that's worth, I'm here on Earth
I'm not on Saturn cause that would suck:
No oxygen, no bag of blunts
No traveling sound, no warming sun
Just the freezing cold loneliness and nowhere to run
I look around. I guess things aren't all that bad
We got fire, water, air, dirt and magnets yeah
Is it a miracle, all that we have?
Some squid-faced god? Or circumstance?
Things take a dark turn and the world will burn
Somehow without fuel we'll adapt and learn
We'll recede underneath till the time is right
Until then when we wait, go to sleep, goodnight
Yeah
A baby blanket and a mischievous memory
Always reminds me of who I pretend to be
A wish I wasted
I miss my basement
The bed was comforting
The A/C cooling me
My arrest remains shrouded in mystery.
Nobody knows so they're repeating the history.
Channel surfing, flannel wearing
Hipster-eating monsters breeding
A new perspective put a prism in your outlook
A rainbow comes from putting passion over Facebook
Pretendinitis, Polluticorn wishes Recyclops was never born
Poppin' off a poppy seed, pocket full of posies
Liven up the limit cuz I'm livin' with this gross beat
Chall know me
Cha hurr me
Cha love me...
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80. |
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There was a birthday cake, confetti in the sky
A bunch of Ice Capades not holstered to the side
A rhythmic paradise, arithmetic, a pair of dice
Decisions, incisions, decisions, dissections
Some used up coffee grounds, a shadow at the door
The vermin will return and it'll bring back more
A constant throwaway, a thorough castaway
Outbred, fed and dashed display
Decisions, decisions, decisions
Decisions, decisions, decisions
There was a Summer's night with a burst of cherry-lime
After tax, your total comes to being skinned alive
There's no more cash, you crash against the shores again
Decisions, decisions, decisions, decisions
A-merry middle aged and middle class
You keep the Mustang full of gas
Remember 1990? Nighty-nighty fun
No, that was so damn long ago
I'll never ever take that road again
Decisions, decisions, decisions
Decisions, decisions, decisions
Let's make a Will Ferrell movie
Starring everyone that you've ever known
And it's a total bomb and no one will show
To the world premier at the carnival
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81. |
No Line
00:27
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Ain't dyin'
I'm just blind
From throwin' up all the time
No lyin'
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82. |
Be Happy
01:30
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