SPIT: The Story of a Caveman and a Chicken (2013)

Actors

• Puck the Chicken (actor)
• Karla Cook (actor)
• B.J. Johnston (actor)
• Jesse Logan (actor)
• Bethany Stimac (actor)
• Ryan Shields Johnston (producer)
• Jonathan Stimac (producer)
• Puck the Chicken (writer)
• Andrew Cook (writer)
• Eric Franke (writer)
• Jonathan Stimac (writer)
• Daniel J. Stimac (composer)
• Jonathan Stimac (director)
• Jesse Elliott (miscellaneous crew)

Genres

• Adventure
• Comedy
• Family

Baby Needs Milk (2012)

Actors

• Sasha Blake (actor)
• Lindy Gibbs (actor)
• Elliot Laurence (actor)
• Bettina Juminer (producer)

Genres

• Drama
• Short

Spork (2010)

Actors

• Chad Allen (actor)
• John Alton (actor)
• Michael William Arnold (actor)
• Marcus Bradford (actor)
• Robert Bradvica (actor)
• Yero Brown (actor)
• Matthew J Cates (actor)
• Kevin Chung (actor)
• Tommy the Clown (actor)
• Keith David (actor)
• Rodney Eastman (actor)
• Adrian Elizondo (actor)
• Jeff Feldman (actor)
• Alex Querna (actor)
• AJ Abaya (actor)

Genres

• Comedy

Melvin (2009)

Actors

• Martin Brown (actor)
• Ben Chinburg (actor)
• Shane Cohn (actor)
• Leif Fuller (actor)
• Hudson Hongo (actor)
• Lloyd Kaufman (actor)
• Andy Larson (actor)
• Patrick O'Driscoll (actor)
• Mike Schaaf (actor)
• Yonatan Schultz (actor)
• Joey Stutz (actor)
• Meredith Adelaide (actress)
• Meghan Birr (actress)
• Kayla Hixson (actress)
• Lilly Maher (actress)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama
• Horror

Taglines:

Melvin is dead... You're next

Quotes:

Knuckles: Someone's gonna have to put this stick in his ass...::Spit: Why?::Knuckles: So it looks like he was raped, stupid!

December Boys (2007)

Actors

• Christian Byers (actor)
• Lee Cormie (actor)
• Ralph Cotterill (actor)
• Max Cullen (actor)
• Max Cullen (actor)
• Kobe Donaldson (actor)
• James Fraser (actor)
• Frank Gallacher (actor)
• Julian Jones (actor)
• Andy McPhee (actor)
• Michael Norman (actor)
• Daniel Radcliffe (actor)
• Sullivan Stapleton (actor)
• Jack Thompson (actor)
• Paul Blackwell (actor)

Genres

• Drama
• Romance

Taglines:

After that summer nothing would ever be the same again.

Quotes:

Maps: I'm trying to look after you!

Maps: Just remember Misty, no matter what, you're still a December boy.

Los Locos (1997)

Actors

• Joe Culp (actor)
• Joseph Culp (actor)
• AmoChip Dabney (actor)
• Tom Dorfmeister (actor)
• James Espinoza (actor)
• Joe Faust (actor)
• Sam Hernandez (actor)
• Paul Lazar (actor)
• Brian 'Skinny B.' Lewis (actor)
• Robert May (actor)
• Marc Miles (actor)
• Ted Parks (actor)
• Frank Soto (actor)
• Sam Taylor (actor)
• Rene Auberjonois (actor)

Genres

• Western

Good Old Boy: A Delta Boyhood (1988)

Actors

• T. Warring Bennett (actor)
• Joey Bonnette (actor)
• Todd Braley (actor)
• Hugh Breland (actor)
• Jamie Browning (actor)
• Curtis Caine Jr. (actor)
• Richard Council (actor)
• Douglas Emerson (actor)
• Richard Farnsworth (actor)
• Jim Fraiser (actor)
• Ryan Francis (actor)
• Dulé Hill (actor)
• Kevin Joseph (actor)
• Christopher Luckey (actor)
• Ian Arata (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Adventure
• Family

Taglines:

Willie and his friends found the adventure of a lifetime searching for...

Beat Street (1984)

Actors

• Amid (actor)
• Bill Anagnos (actor)
• Andy B. Bad (actor)
• Afrika Bambaataa (actor)
• Mr. Biggs (actor)
• Jim Borrelli (actor)
• Fast Break (actor)
• Carlton Bush Jr. (actor)
• Jon Chardiet (actor)
• Ralph Cole Jr. (actor)
• Cowboy (actor)
• Guy Davis (actor)
• Devious Doze (actor)
• Dean Elliott (actor)
• Action (actor)

Genres

• Drama
• Music

Taglines:

Get down, brother, shuffle those feet, shake a little boogie to the sound of that beat.
Capture the energy, excitement, and rhythm on....
The music and break-dance explosion of the summer!

Quotes:

Lee: [Lee explains about how he got arrested for dancing] Hey, Mom, these fools busted us for dancing, can you believe that?::Cora: I believe you better shut your damn mouth before I decide to leave you down here.

Cora: You better eat your eggs before I break your legs.

Kenny 'Double K' Kirkland: This ain't New York, this the Bronx!

Ramon: [quoting his father] "When are you going to stop writing on the walls and make some money, when are you going to stop tagging the subway cars, when are you going to make your son legitimate... legitimate shit."

They Made Me a Criminal (1939)

Actors

• Jack Austin (actor)
• Irving Bacon (actor)
• Clem Bevans (actor)
• Richard Bond (actor)
• Ward Bond (actor)
• Edwin Brian (actor)
• Raymond Brown (actor)
• Mushy Callahan (actor)
• Nat Carr (actor)
• Eddy Chandler (actor)
• Cliff Clark (actor)
• Hal Craig (actor)
• Joe Cunningham (actor)
• William B. Davidson (actor)
• The 'Dead End' Kids (actor)

Genres

• Crime
• Drama
• Film-Noir
• Mystery
• Thriller

Taglines:

I am a fugitive! I am hunted by the mob! I am wanted by the cops! I am forgotten by decent women! (re-release print ad)
YOU'D GIVE A DOG A BETTER CHANCE! (re-release print ad - all caps)
Sensational Human Drama!
I am a fugitive... I am hunted by ruthless men! I am shunned by decent women! I am doomed to hide forever!

Quotes:

Speed: She took eight gallons. That's a dollar twenty-eight.

Johnnie Bradfield, aka Jack Dorney: If you're rootin' for me, I'll go in there and bang the ears off the biggest guy in the world.

J. Douglas Williamson: You think you're smart, don't you?::Spit: They call us "the Six Geniuses."

Ringside Radio Fight Announcer: A right to the jaw. A left to the face. Boy, is he a killer. Is he murderous. The Bull lands a terrific right to Smith's jaw, and Smith is down! It'll be best for Smith if he stays down, because this is downright murder. Smith's face is red pulp; red, red pulp. 8, 9, 10! And Smith's out. Phew! And I'm glad that's over.

Johnnie Bradfield, aka Jack Dorney: Are you trying to make a sucker out of me?

Dead End (1937)

Actors

• Don 'Red' Barry (actor)
• Humphrey Bogart (actor)
• Ward Bond (actor)
• Wade Boteler (actor)
• Al Bridge (actor)
• James Burke (actor)
• Gilbert Clayton (actor)
• G. Pat Collins (actor)
• Jerry Cooper (actor)
• Bill Dagwell (actor)
• Gabriel Dell (actor)
• Bud Geary (actor)
• Wesley Giraud (actor)
• Leo Gorcey (actor)
• Earl Askam (actor)

Genres

• Crime
• Drama
• Film-Noir

Taglines:

THE GREATEST GANGSTER THRILLER THAT EVER EXPLODED FROM THE SCREEN! (1944 reissue print ad - all caps)

Quotes:

Hunk: Maybe I'm wrong. We all make mistakes, boss. That's why they put the rubber on the ends of pencils.

Hugh 'Baby Face': [Hugh doesn't give a street kid money when the kid doesn't deliver] Nothing for nothing, kid.

Milton 'Milty': You think I'm some dope?::Spit: Yeah, a dope what smells on ice.::Tommy Gordon: Stand up to him, Milty. Stand up to him.::Milton 'Milty': What's a matter? You wanna fight?::Spit: Yeah.::Milton 'Milty': Ya do?::Spit: Yeah!::Milton 'Milty': Well, join the army!

[the police are looking for Tommy after he has a fight with Philip Griswald and then injures Philip's father]::Dave Connell: Don't worry, Drina. He knows his way around - he can take care of himself.::Drina Gordon: He can take care of himself too well. How can he have done such a thing? Where does he learn about knives and...::Dave Connell: He had an expert teacher. [refers to Martin] Anyway it's not hard to learn in a place like this.::Drina Gordon: But he's not a bad kid - not really bad. He never has been.::Dave Connell: The famous 'Baby Face' Martin used to live on this block. He wasn't such a bad kid either at first. He was smart and brave and decent... at first.::Drina Gordon: Like Tommy, you mean. Ever since he was a little kid I've tried to teach him what's right. I don't know what else to do - I've tried to bring him up decent.::Dave Connell: Aw, what chance have they got against all this? They gotta fight for a place to play, fight for a little extra somethin' to eat, fight for everything. They get used to fightin'. "Enemies of society" it says in the papers... why not? What've they got to be so friendly about?

Dippy 'Dip': Well I dink an' I dink' an' I dink an' I can't rememba da numba. Den I rememba da building but I forget da floor. But den I check every room an' whoever she is she ain't dare.::Hugh 'Baby Face': Nuttin' for nuttin' kid.::Dippy 'Dip': What a fine ding to do to a kid, a fine ding, a fine ding.

Spit Filmography

• Deeper
  2007, role: actor

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Spit - Kiss
• Spit - Sepultura
• Spit - Meat Puppets
• Spit - Katy Perry
• Spit - Kittie
• Spit - Eightball
• Spit - Holy Mother
• Spit - Combichrist
• Spit - Saigon
• Spit - Showbiz & A.G.
• Spit - The Crow: City of Angels soundtrack
• Spit - Dirge Within
• Spit - NY Loose
• Spit - Nightstalker

Got no manners
And I'm not too clean
But I know what I like
If you know what I mean
What'll people say?
Well, Mister can't you see
It don't mean spit to me
Aaa ooo
Hot damn and Lord above
Wanna lotta woman
With a lotta love
Well, thin is in
But it's plain to see
It don't mean spit to me
Hey baby
Hey baby
I need
Big hips, sweet lips
Make a man outta me
The bigger the cushion
The better the pushin'
(Most definitely)
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Aaa ooo, to keep me satisfied
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Ba-ba-baby, for ride after ride after ride
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yeah, 'cause what you are is what you eat
And I need somethin' sweet
(I need somethin' sweet)
Just lock the windows
Close a doors
Then she gets down on all fours
Let the neighbors talk
But can't you see?
It don't mean spit to me
Aaa ooo
Ohh yea
Taa raa taa, taa taa taa raa ruu
Taa raa taa, taa raa ruu
Aaa ooo
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yes I do, to keep me satisfied
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yea yea yea yea yea, for ride after ride after ride
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Aaa ooo, I'm tellin' you, 'cause what you are is what you eat
Yes, I need somethin' sweet
(I want somethin')
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yeah, 'cause meatless girls don't satisfy me
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Mama Mama, for ride after ride after ride
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Yeah, that's right, what you are is who you eat
(I need a whole lotta woman)
And I need something
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Aaa ooo, I need a whole lotta woman
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Take it, Bruce
(I need a whole lotta woman)
Woh ooo woh ooo woh ooo woh

Hate them hate them
Live your farce
Same thing, same way
Your karma will come
Ask me no questions
I tell no lies
Ask me again
I spit in your eyes
Live your life
Leave me alone!
Live your life
Leave me alone!
Face me, face me
Feel the cut
Open sore
Always bleeding
Live your life
Leave me alone!
Live your life
Leave me alone!
Spit!
Spit!
Spit!

Once it seemed to be the way things are
now it seems the way that it will be
it's happening to me
it's happening to me
Once we use to love to lose our minds
now it seems the tables have been turned
my head is losing me
my head is losing me
Chorus:
Once we used to spit into the wind
it's coming back to me
we used to spit into the wind
it's coming back to me
Nothing rather rides a rusty mule
by a fire stop, the story tell
another one for free
I'm not listening to me
Chorus
(solo)

If You came by me would I crown You my King
Or brush You off as though I really didn't see
If You walked by my side would our souls then be unified
I swore Your name would never be denied
But I took up this hammer
And laughed at all Your slander
And pierced Your hands
With the nails of blasphemy
How could I do this? I don't know
Said something forced me to it, so
Spit in Your face and passed You by
(I'd forgotten those words "your name won't be denied")
But time and time again I'd live that life of sin
I knew it hurt you bad but I wasn't ready to give in
"Maybe someday," but not this day I said
I wanted to live my life I was willing to pay the price
CHORUS
But looking into my eyes I knew You felt this heart's cry
I needed You bad my life was oh so sad
But looking back at all this pain, this guilt, this strife
Would You take it all away if I were to give you back my life?
But You said "I've forgiven thee"
And You said "I've forgiven thee" (repeat)
He was hanging on a cross
With a crown of thorns in His head (repeat)
But You said "I've forgiven thee"

COWARD!!
spit i think i'll spit
For all those girls, who speak contradiction
The guy who crept through the shadows everyday
to clutch his own conclusion
Watch all the blood, as it drips from your veins you coward Godspeed,
may your death come quickly
i think i'll take this hate and , SPIT, SPIT, SPIT
Now as it's passed onto the next one I feel a bloodrush come right over me
You know you will never be right in the eyes of the ones who know
You trusted the devil and she will betray you
Why do i get shit all the time from you men
You are swine
You think dick is the answer

[Verse 1]
Uhh.
I never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks
Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks
We mob for life, straight scarred for life
"Space Age 4 Eva" nigga fuck the hype
Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust
Weak studio gangsta, you can't fuck with us
We live the streets, give streets the piece
Defeat weak emcees and bust heat to eat
My love for change, got me stuck in the game
Got me goin insane, who the fuck can I blame?
No you but me, not him but I
Is the one to blame for anything I try
Love life and give, but a trick ain't me
Give bitches the dick and give niggaz the heat
Bust flows that kill, homocide for real
Gold grill and trills, you weak niggaz no the deal
[Hook]
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I spit
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I kick
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit
[Verse 2]
I got a mind for murder, leave niggaz with stitches
Bloody kick in the crown for thinkin this is fictitious
I'ma live for this and I'ma die for this
Eye for eye for this, flip a pie for this
This shit is love and hate, niggaz love to hate it
A piece of paper and a ink pen made me straight
God knows I try, every breath I take
Every song I make, is from the heart to the tape
I break and crack flows, build and stack flows
Attack the track flows, back to back flows
You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow
Bust and mash fo' eights in the slab ho
Southern distributer, narcotic deliverer
This shit I be throwin up, combustin and blowin up
I told you niggaz this, see now you done got me pissed
Eightball - Fat Boy - murderous lyricist
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Yeah.
I never fuck with fakes, these niggaz is snakes
Smile in my face schemin tryna see what they can take
Emcee for life, AK-47 flows
Like Al Capone nigga, I'm showin my golds
Black skin and rocks, hittin bitches that bop
Blowin weed on the parkin lot, fuck the cops
We crash the scene, fulla tuss' and lean
With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen
Fuck niggaz with blunts, tryna get in my mix
Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke that shit
I'm a green fanatic, I should be in a clinic
Talkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be trippin
Long nights, fist fights, smoke till we cain't
Life of a hustler, go hard in the paint
The streets, got no heart, and no mercy
I think that's why they call down south dirty

Wrong move
Dead inside
Spit in your eye
Fuck you
You're searching for the answers
You're looking from the inside
Always searching for the answers
Another way to kill time
You're movin' with the dancer
And every move a phony lie
Wrong move
Dead inside
Spit in your eye
Fuck, fuck it
It's a do or die
Stealin' from the dog pen
Feedin' from the white lies
Try to catch the A-train
Countdown do or die
Following the leader
Spit in your eye
Wrong move
Dead inside
Spit in your eye
Fuck you
It's a do or die
Spit, spit, spit
I've got the urge
To stick your face in the dirt
And I've got a lot to say
Cause I speak with my hands
So get out of my way
It's a do or die
Spit, spit, spit, spit
So many times
You dig in the dirt
You dig too far
You can't come back
You haven't the answers
You walk the straight line
Always diggin' in the dirt
Wrong move
Dead inside
Spit in your eye
It's a do or die
Spit, spit, spit, spit

I hate whore moms who dress all slutty
And embarrass their children
I remember how it was when I was a kid
And my mom would dress up like a whore and embarrass me
Don't they have any respect? Stupid cunt
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
Stupid cunt
I hate whore moms who dress all slutty
And embarrass their children
I remember how it was when I was a kid
And my mom would dress up like a whore and embarrass me
Don't they have any respect? Stupid cunt
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom
Fuckin' whore mom
You're a happy pig whore mom

[Verse 1:]
On your mark get set go
The rest flow is just S-O S-O
So am I the best I guess so
I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touchin
Gain pounds on these clowns like a hundred somethin
Behold the prophecy peep
The mold in my philosophy deep
Contemplate crime playing for keep
Elevate and reconstruct got rhymes that erupt
From my brain and then they drain right into a cup
From which I drink then I think deeper in and it'll sink
From a dark hall in my skull and then into ink
That's a old school metaphorical phrase
I shit, shower and shave
Then it's time to get paid get out of the way
I'm like a bat out of hell how I'm hitting these hoes
You swear a nigga just got out of jail
I'm a MC slash stick up kid
Ask Bishop all the shit I did
I ain't playing with'em
[Chorus: x2]
When I spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider a spitter of flames
When I spit the room temperature change
What niggas done did to the game the shit is a shame
[Verse 2:]
We could discuss disgust plus lust and what it does to us
Not only bust cause I must I bust cause I love the rush
Plus checks that I collect to bust techs at suspects
Marksmen in the linen we don't come off as roughnecks
Sick sick sick sick sick shit
The flow is flowing fluid like liquid
Even jamaicans be saying my shit wicked
Ya'll should believe me I shoudln't even have to kicked shit
But look you still lying in your raps and
Always acting like you dying for some action
But we really know you not though
You not no vato loco you a twat bro for sho
I'm a get rich or die tryin like fifty
Even if I gotta do something that tight risky
Pass me the hen bitch I don't like wisky
My gun snap crackle and pop like rice crispy
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I flex on your entire set rhyme in nine different dialects
Fire techs aim where your knee and your thigh connects
I contracting like isometric exercise
Let's collide last nigga that tried molecular fried
Beside I can see in your eyes you petrifried
I'm a let you slide without a lyrical hex supply
Let's decide niggas fall short like a midget on a ball court
Coming with that wack rap that store bought

Featuring D FlowLord Finesse
[Lord Finesse]
It's Lord Finessethe rhyme vet
Like BiggeI'm "Ready to Die" but it ain't my fucking time yet
I bring the noise like staticI cause havoc
When I grab the mic I pack a party like traffic
You know my styleI got the hip sound
I should be a construction workerthe way I be tearing shit down
One of the bestyou ought to shout it
Bust a nigga's ass and won't give two thoughts about it
Word, I hunt you down
I got a million reasons why none of you can fuck around
I slay beginners, sautee contenders
Shit, and be damned if I don't walk away the winner
I kick facts, flip raps over hip tracks
You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, I can dig that)
I'm gifted, my rhyme is wicked
When it comes to knowledge, I got jewels like the Diamond District
I'm the dopest, the baddest, one of the fattest
Chickenheads know my status
For those that's waiting to doubt
I'm a play like Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth and "Straighten it Out"
Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!)
A.G. my man (Add on, add on!)
Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!)
D-Flow my man (Add on, add on!)
[D-Flow]
Check it, I got the herb to bomb your brain
I'm a threat like Saddam Huessein, niggas better know my name
I flow the same in a competition
I break them clowns into something different, buck 'em with the fucking Smith &
Wesson, MC's never leave my section
Finger on the trigger, I figure I kill that nigga for stepping
I tote the four-fifth, riff and get your jaw shift
Flip phones and add jewels got me looking gorgeous
Ignore the style and get bucked down, child
With the three-pound pile, BLOW! How you like me now?
The new improved Flow, you know how I do so
Whatever, a motherfucking terror like Cujo
I'm out to get mine, I want mils, God
Niggas that feel hard chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred
It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you know how we go
Chop him like a kilo and let him die
[A.G.]
And then I'm a add on like arithmetic
Suckers careers get stopped so stop who you riffing with
I'm on point with the snakes and fakes
Ain't the one (Think I am?) You get hung like drapes
And it's proven, point blank that's the conclusion
Seeing me losing, it's all an illusion
Like the raw ism, I'm a kiss him when I hurt him
Then desert him, because the Show & A.G. shit is sickening
Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual
Nights and north flakes, oh yes, they bless the physical
Promote the glock? No I'm not
I use it as an art, ain't got the heart to disrespect hip-hop
Time to breeze, now I'm gone, the Greats is rolling strong
So add on and on
Ayo Show, my man (Add on, add on!)
A.G. my man (Add on, add on!)
Ayo Show my man (Add on, add on!)

When I first heard this sound
I couldn't put it down
It made my life complete
Aint it neat
And when I went to bed
It went clawing at my head
It made me feel so dirty
Made me feel so clean
I want be your rock n' roll
I wanna be your rock n' roll
Ya know I wanna be your rock n' roll
And it's only 'cuz I like it
Ooh yeah, I like it
Oh, yeah
And if I can be that
Then put me in your hat
And wear me on your head
Yeah, that's what I said
Well, if I can't be that
Then pour me in your cup
C'mon drink me up, c'mon drink me
I wanna be your rock n' roll
I wanna be your rock n' roll
Ya know, I wanna be your push n' pull
And it's only 'cuz, I like it
Ooh yeah, I like it
Oh, yeah
And you know I like it when you spit
Oh, I like it when ya spit
And when you do that
You know I'm getting wet
Wear me on your head
Yeah, that what I said
I wanna be rock 'n roll
I wanna be rock 'n roll
Ya know I wanna be your push n' pull
And it only cuz' I like it
Ooh, yeah, I like it
Oh, yeah
I wanna be your rock n' roll
I wanna be your rock n' roll
I wanna be your heaven n' hell
I wanna be your push 'n pull
'Cuz I like it
I wanna be your rock n' roll

Featuring Edsel Dope (Guest Vocals)
Your absolution
A false solution
You're no better off than me
No evolution
No retribution
For the words I don't believe
You can pray for me to follow
You can pray for me to follow
But... I have no religion
I can take the pain
God damn, it don't mean shit to me
You don't mean shit to me
I am my decision
I can take the blame
God damn, you don't mean spit to me
Your revelation
The masturbation
Of all that you believe
A confirmation
Your intoxication
Is the sanctity you need
You can pray for me to follow
But... I have no religion
I can take the pain
God damn, it don't mean shit to me
You don't mean shit to me
I am my decision
I can take the blame
God damn, you don't mean spit to me
I won't be your victim
You're fucking killing me
This world is killing me
I won't be your victim
You're fucking killing me
This world is killing me
I have no religion
I can take the pain
God damn, it don't mean shit to me
You don't mean shit to me
I am my decision
I can take the blame

When I first heard this sound
I couldn't put it down
It made my life complete
Ain't it neat
And when I went to bed
It went clawing at my head
It made me feel so dirty
Made me feel so clean
I want be your rock n' roll
I want to be your rock n' roll
Ya know I want to be your rock n' roll
And it's only ''cause I like it
Ooh yeah, I like it
Oh, yeah
And if I can be that
Then put me in your hat
And wear me on your head
Yeah, that's what I said
Well, if I can't be that
Then pour me in your cup
See'mon drink me up, see'mon drink me
I want to be your rock n' roll
I want to be your rock n' roll
Ya know, I want to be your push n' pull
And it's only ''cause, I like it
Ooh yeah, I like it
Oh, yeah
And you know I like it when you spit
Oh, I like it when ya spit
And when you do that
You know I'm getting wet
Wear me on your head
Yeah, that what I said
I want to be rock 'n roll
I want to be rock 'n roll
Ya know I want to be your push n' pull
And it only 'cause' I like it
Ooh, yeah, I like it
Oh, yeah
I want to be your rock n' roll
I want to be your rock n' roll
I want to be your heaven n' hell
I want to be your push 'n pull
'Cause I like it

There must be something
That you want to do again today
Don't say nothing
Maybe silence gives a better way
I know you come from the damned
You give too much to pretend
You don't know what life's about
Go spit on some other ground
Don't have to worry
About the problems that you never had
Running with yourself
And always win the second the second the prize
I know you come from the damned
You give too much to pretend
You don't know what life's about
Go spit on some other ground
Leave me alone
I don't wanna hear you any more
And when you leave
Please take the garbage out the door
I know you come from the damned
You give too much to pretend
You don't know what life's about