• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Nausea - X
• No Sex - NoMeansNo
• No Sex - Limp Bizkit
• Knee Socks - Arctic Monkeys
• No Suckaz - Woodie
• Knee Socks - April March
• No Sex - Naked Raygun
• No Sex - Maggie Walters

today you're gonna be sick so sick
you'll prop your forehead on the sink
say oh christ oh jesus christ
my head's gonna crack like a bank
tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes-
so late like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch
that's all you get to taste
poverty and spit
poverty and spit
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
sleep!
today you're gonna be sick so sick
you'll prop your forehead on the sink
say oh christ oh jesus christ
my head's gonna crack like a bank
tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes-
so late like a candy bar wrapped up for lunch
that's all you get to taste
poverty and spit
spit, spit
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
sleep!
you're talking out of harmony
you can't remember what you said
cut it out you feel retarded
take the scissors saw the head
you're talking out of harmony
you can't remember what you said
cut it out you feel retarded
take the scissors saw the head
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to
nausea
bloody red eyes go to

It's the holy trinity, Mom and Dad and little me
It's the holy trinity, Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad, Mommy
What you are is what you see
What you are is just a little funny
You're somebody's fantasy, like Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad
There's no sex, only fucking
Janie's growing little tits, Jimmy's learning to repress
All his female tedencies
Like you and me, you and me, baby
There's no out there is no escape, if you want to copulate
You must learn the masterplan
It's—be like I am, be like I am
There's no sex, only fucking
I am man, you said I am
And she's a girl, her hair is curled
We're not the same, it's very strange
We walk in line, we dance in time
No one wants to break the rule cause if you do
The rules will break you
If you use the verb 'to be', you refer to how you pee
And if you choose to sit not stand, Janie you are not a man
There's a door you can get through, the other is not meant for you
Little Dickie, use your eyes, it means no penis need aplly
There's no sex, only fucking
Everyone's got a hole and everyone's got stiff little fingers
You don't have to know

Went too fast
way too soon.
I feel disgusted and you should to.
Its no good when all that's left is the sex.
The sex.
sex has become all I know about you.
Memories of those filthy things that we do.
There's not one single thought that is left
after sex with you
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in...
wait...
its my ass,
your perfume
that make my temptation hard to refuse.
So I guess
we undressed to have sex...
dirty sex.
sex has become all I know about you.
Memories of those filthy things that we do.
There's not one single thought that is left
after sex with you
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.
You let me dive right, you let me dive right in...
How could you respect yourself?
you couldn't respect yourself cuz
I didn't respect myself.
I couldn't infect myself with....
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I'm worth more than that
realize that I mean more than that!!
should've left my pants on this time,
but instead you had to let me dive right in.
should've left my pants on this time.

You got the lights on in the afternoon
And the nights are drawn out long
And you're kissing to cut through the gloom
With a cough drop coloured tongue
And you were sitting in the corner with the coats all piled high
And I thought you might be mine
In a small world on an exceptionally rainy Tuesday night
In the right place and time
When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock
When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked
When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks
Well you cured my January blues
Yeah you made it all alright
I got a feeling I might have lit the very fuse
That you were trying not to light
You were a stranger in my phonebook I was acting like I knew
‘Cause I had nothing to lose
When the winter's in full swing and your dreams just aren't coming true
Ain't it funny what you'll do
The late afternoon
The ghost in your room that you always thought didn't approve of you knocking boots
Never stopped you letting me get hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of your
You and me could have been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginning of Mean Streets
You could Be My Baby (Be My Baby)
You and me could have been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginning of Mean Streets
You could Be My Baby (Be My Baby)
You and me could have been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginning of Mean Streets
You could Be My Baby (Be My Baby)
You and me could have been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen seat
Like the beginning of Mean Streets
You could Be My Baby (Be My Baby)
(All the zeros lined up but the number's blocked when you've come undone)
When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock
When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked
When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks
When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock
When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked
When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste

[Courtney Triggs]
You wanna play wit the dopest
And I'm a put up the bounty
From Play To Win Records
All the way to Co. Co. County
I'm a let these niggas know
They ain't never been a factor
Called up X.O. and he hit that nigga Jacka
These niggas understand
I don't like the goodie goodies
On the highway, top drop,
Headed to see Woodie
Northerners and pit bulls and everything they like
These niggas came together
Made for give me the mic
[The Jacka]
It's the Jack, it's the Jack
Nigga it's The Jacka
One love to K-I-N-G
Don't let `em catch ya
It's the bitch ass detective that's
Really tryin' to stretch it
Got my nigga Bo locked
The whole Mob scattered out
Catchin' cases,
Change of faces, gettin' plotted out
So many nations
I guess a nigga gotta sav it out
On the run, hittin' banks
Still givin' thanks to the Mo Side
Survivin' in a place where most die
I'm suspended from space and time
Suspended form school so I just quit tryin'
Addicted to drugs, and the life of crime
Blastin' slugs at the police
And slugs at the other side
Slugs wit the big lead
20 G's will make your kin bleed
Keep sellin' crack, keep smokin' weed
Fuck the world
Life ain't all what it seems
I could have been a king
But I'd rather push cream, muthafucka
[Chorus: Courtney Triggs]
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From the streets to the pen
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From Play To Win Records
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From the streets to the pen
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
Who would of thought
We'd get together causin' all this ruckus
From East Co. Co. Records
We ain't fuckin' wit no suckaz
[X.O]
You must have me twisted
I only fuck wit the real twisted cap
Bottoms up, until I hurl on the flask
In a instance, niggas get lifted
And they start on my experience
Niggas die if I wish it
Run the streets off instinct
We ain't niggas who wishin'
My heart weighs a ton
These niggas scared to bust the gizzun
I play for keeps, I play for G,
I play to win nigga
I swear I'm like the wizzun
I'm always fucked up
Cuz I lost when that shit gets dizzun
So muthafuck that bass
And muthafuck prison
I smash for the cash
Stay instructed wit all the casings
I'm always basin'
This shit is crazy
Why niggas hate me I just don't know
Maybe it's my flow
Maybe cuz I got that bitch on blow
Gang recognize game, bangin' X to the O
Unload and reload
I'm way worse than before
Don't fuck wit hoes still ill
All about my doe
X.O.
[Chorus]
[Woodie]
You can catch me in some dirty khakis
Wife beater wit a red belt swingin'
Bruce Lee say some cheese
But still drinkin' Old English
I'll bark ya like some rotts
I'm lockin' like a pit
So think again before you get to
Knockin' my shit bitch
I'm quick to leave you leakin'
Incapable of speakin'
While your bleedin'
Your homie's speedin'
Seekin' hospital treatment
Should have kept they mouth shut
Some just don't know when to quit
Usually I'm out the gate
Maybe one pass but that's it
I'm a hit
Ya'll gon' feel the wrath of fury
Of this crazy ass pale skinned Norteño
What the fuck you got to say ‘bout that
Shut your trap, save your breath
I would love to make your death excruciating
Bones protruding, shakin' nerves
A day no less
I fiend to make a mess again
I guess I lost my love within
Survivin' in the depths of these streets
It's a must to sin
I'm punchin' in and I ain't clockin' out until I'm finished
Pursin' danger slowly crossing names out my hit list

The girls in their knee socks
They all got it made
Just walking and whistling
In the sun, in the shade
They haven't been shown yet
How love can behave
They're happy-go-lucky
Like bears in a cave
The boats in the harbor
They're never alone
The sea licks them all day
And makes them her own
They don't think of salt rot
Or even decay
They bob in the rough tide
Like children at play

It's all the same to me
I never liked love anyway
No sex no sex no sex no sex no sex no sex
Sex no sex no sex no sex no sex no sex
Never wanted it in the butt
Never wanted it in the rear
No sex no sex no sex no sex no sex no sex

No more tried so hard to love you
No more painting pictures of you
No more take what I can get
No more I’m not ready yet
I’m gonna plug this wire
Into your brain
You will forget my face
You will forget my name
I need a one-touch hand held tape recorder
And a triple-X rated performer
No sex in your drums
Einki sex í tínum trummum
No sex in your drums
No more break my back to keep you
No more spend my money to feed you
No more calm down compromise
No more let’s be civilized
Forget your mouth
Forget your heart
I’m gonna take this wire
And chew it apart
I need a one-touch-handheld tape recorder
And a triple X-rated performer
No sex in your drums
Einki sex í tínum trummum
No sex in your drums
No sex, no sex, no sex, no sex