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Once that you've decided on a killing
First you make a stone of your heart
And if you find that your hands are still willing
Then you can turn a murder into art

There really isn't any need for bloodshed
You just do it with a little more finesse
If you can slip a tablet into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess

Because it's murder by numbers; one, two, three
It's as easy to do as your A B C
Murder by numbers;one, two, three
It's as easy to do as your A B C D E
 
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues
 
I'm never gonna do it without the fez on
Oh no
Don't make me do it without the fez on
Oh no

That's what I am
Please understand
I wanna be your holy man
 
Seeing vultures circle overhead
This is the home of the beautifully depressed
Life is just a moment that rushes all at once
Letting the vultures surround me when I'm dead
I am the lord of the beautifully depressed

Endlessly, cum for me
Faithfully, bend for me
Lifelessly, hang for me
Endlessly, endlessly

Push me to the limit
I ain't afraid to die
Drive me to the limit
I proudly pledge to die
 
Let me tell you 'bout a dance
That's going around
Everybody's doin' it
From the grownups down
Don't move your head
Don't move your hands
Don't move your lips
Just shake your hips
 
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head

Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow they overtook me down in Juarez Mexico

Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Said yes oh yes my name is Willy Lee if you've got the warrant just aread it to me
Shot her down because she made me slow
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
 
Friend or Foe

Listen!!!
I'm trying to tell you to watch your back and trust few.
Cause' ain't no one going to watch your back for you...like you.
When someone is broke and out and cloud is rough.
Atleast you know who you can and who you can not trust
See let me explain myself and clear the point i'm trying to make.
Don't want no buster around me player hate nor actin' fake.
See now days people will be rollin' thick with hell of loop (money)
But if my loop was gone....will i be all alone?
See my friends who use to ride with me and smoke that dank (weed) and fuck with hoes....will they be the same persone if i didn't have shit to roll?
Maybe they will....maybe they won't....who is to say what a person would do.
Who is to say that if you help someone and is guarantee that they'll help you.
See what i'm saying....nothing, you already know.
Personal business....you gotta' watch who your friends bro.
 
^^^ continue...

I'm thinkin' bout hard time free'ing my mind who the fuck gon be my crutch...holding me up, helping me out, makin' sure i'm doing fine.

Where do i sleep....who do i turn to when i'm low on my cash.
Who will be down when 50 people talkin' bout kicking my ass.

Who is my friend....who is my foe....who do i ask when something i don't know.
Something about' something where i don't know nothing thats leaving me out in the cold.

Who do i call...when i need a ride in somebody else's car?
How do i get from point A...to B when it's just too far?

Where can i get a loan?
Where can i use the phone...where, who's going to give me the permission to make a decision to come up in their house and live.

Who is the friend that's helping me...who is the buster that's hurtin' me will i ever know?
Who is my real friend and then again who the fuck is the foe?
 

FAH-Q

Banned
youve been through the fires of hell, and i know you got the ashes to prove it
i treasure your love, i want to show you how to use it
youve been through a lot of pain in the dirt, and i know you got the scars to prove it.
 
S

sputnikgirl

Guest
I Came As A Rat - Modest Mouse

Well I ain't sure, but I been told
He's baking cakes inside our souls
Stayed awake, took a nap
Got myself my bottles back
I'm breakin' them out on the street
Walkin' around in my bare feet
I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat
I caught a ride, we caught some air
He's never gonna cut his hair
It takes more time to make a fake
We night swam down in the lake
Washed the dirt off our intentions
Prattle on 'bout bad inventions

I came as ice, I came as a whore
I came as advice that came too short
I came as gold, I came as crap
I came clean and I came as a Rat
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he'll stick it to you

Well I don't know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old
Uh oh!

I came as a call, I came as flat
I came too soon so I came back
I came as flowers, I came as nice
I came as dirt and I came as its price
It takes a long time, but God dies too
But not before he'll stick it to you
I don't know, but I been told
You never die and you never grow old

Uh Oh!
 
I once sang this to my girlfriend at the time back in college. It was very apropos to the situation she was in.

She - Green Day
She...
She screams in silence
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
Waiting for a sign
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control

[Chorus:]
Are you locked up in a world
Thats been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

She's figured out
All her doubts were someone else's point of view
Waking up this time
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control

[Chorus 2x]
 
Well I know, my dog, anywhere I hear him bark
Well I know my rider if I see her in the dark

Ain't it cold, for you mother, when you say you don't love me?
Well that's alright woman you're gonna need my help some day

You didn't say, you didn't love me, when you were stretched out across my bed
You're drinkin moonshine whiskey and talkin all outta your head

Ain't but two, kinda people, in this world that I can't stand
That's a lyin woman and cheatin, knockin man

Well I feel, like slappin, my pistol in your face
I'm gonna let the graveyard be your restin place
 
Ol’ bodie lucas, had a lot of mucus
Comin’ right out of his nose.
He picked and picked till it made you sick
But back again it grows.
 
Tool - Aenima

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
 

jewelcity

Approved Content Owner
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Caroline says
as she gets up off the floor
Why is it that you beat me
it isn't any fun

Caroline says
as she makes up her eyes
You ought to learn more about yourself
think more than just I

But she's not afraid to die
all her friends call her "Alaska"
When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her

What is in her mind
what is in her mind

Caroline says
as she gets up from the floor
You can hit me all you want to
but I don't love you anymore

Caroline says
while biting her lip
Life is meant to be more than this
and this is a bum trip

But she's not afraid to die
all her friends call her "Alaska"
When she takes speed, they laugh and ask her

What is in her mind
what is in her mind

She put her fist through the window pane
It was such a funny feeling

It's so cold in Alaska
it's so cold in Alaska
It's so cold in Alaska
 
Back
Caught you lookin' for the same thing
It's a new thing - check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a hooligan
I rock the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to teach to all
'Cause some they never had this
Number one, not born to run
About the gun...
I wasn't licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome - a public enemy
Used, abused without clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Don't believe the hype...

Yes
Was the start of my last jam
So here it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little something
That we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang'em
I'll hold the rope
But they hope to the pope
And pray it ain't dope
The follower of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you understand
Until you hear the man
The book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind
We're brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the middle and
Not surrenderin'
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burgler, false media
We don't need it do we?
It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the hype...

Don't believe the hype - its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and dance at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of that
Some media is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause I've had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the hype
I got flavor and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green black red and
Gold down countdown to Armageddon
-88 you wait the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm negative
But they're not positive
But what I got to give...
The media says this
 
Well it ain't something that I like to see
And I hope it never happens to me
When you see a smiling woman and a frowning man
She's got a ring in his nose and a ring on her hand

Well I knew a guy, he was real plucky
That was of course until he got lucky
When you see a smiling woman and a frowning man
She's got a ring in his nose and ring on her hand

Now all you men think that you're all right
And the one you've got well she's all right
When you see a smiling woman and a frowning man
She's got a ring in his nose and a ring on her hand
 
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