She walks around in her robe
To hide her bag of shit
Colostomy bag, reeks of crud
Embedded in her hip
Screaming at the bitch
She took my parking spot
I caught a whif of colostomy
And took off bown the block
Almost one month later
I saw her in the park
Perfect time for revenge
It was after dark
Hiding in the bushes
As she's walking by
Jumping out on the path
I piss into her eye
Blinded with urea
Stupid smelly bag
I took my hands with all my might
And squeezed her colostomy bag
She spun around about ten times
Until she heaved up brown
Leaving her all embarrassed
When we were young - it was only a game
You would win - at everything
Chilhood rivalry - developed and grew
Games became battles - the I would always lose
Now you're a big shot - controlling my life
Causing me nothing - but pain and strife
But I know your weakness - you haven't a friend
Except from your puppy - who soon will be dead
Here is your puppy's head
Your only friend - bloody red
It's all your fault - it is dead
Tides have turned - now you lose
If you want the rest
It's too late - there's nothing left
Mangled poodle - makes good stew
who is the freak now?
who is the freak? i am.
where is the freak?
under the bridge
bury the freak
listen and you'll hear a thought bending light,
i think a thought can't focus on just one thought
flesh crawls with envy when they laugh
they stare why don't they just go away look and you'll see a
thought
Wax the boner - put it in
Piercing cobwebs - deep within
Stabbing maggots - penis red
Moldy Oldy - in my bed
Lube the lizard - pelvic thrust
Hard to breathe - inhaling dust
Can't hold back - time to spunk
Your body's lowered in the ground
Worms become your carcass bound
Nibbling on your skin and then
Munching on the meat within
Life is over - now you're dead
Worms are crawling through your head
The worms crawl in - the worms crawl out
Do ya... wanna do some crack?
Do ya wanna drop a log?
Do ya prefer to pick your nose?
Or would ya rather mouse a hog?
The bathroom is a holy place
I can wack-off without disgrace
What! There's no paper? I don't care
I'll wipe my ass with my underwear
The bathroom is a holy place
I can wack-off without disgrace
There's so many games to play in here
Like "Bombs away in the hollow chair"
It's a place I can think
Projects chunks in the sink
So many things to do in there
You can't see me - so I don't care
Die in your beauty sleep
Where is grandma? It's time to eat...
Perhaps in the bathroom, trying to excrete...
She's not on the throne, where can she be?
Maybe in the living room, watching TV...
Not in here either, where did she go?
Someone find her soon, the roast is getting cold...
OK - no one panic - we musn't dispair...
I've got a feeling she's somwhere upstairs...
Now I'm getting mad - where's that senile loon?
The only place left, is in the bedroom
Open the door, hear the wretched snore...
ahaaa!!!
grandma's sleeping
grandma's sleeping
no she's not
no she's not
she's dying in her beauty sleep
she's dying in her beauty sleep
almost dead... almost dead
Now we have to bury grandma...
Now we have to bury grandma...
happy day again today i died with you again today
the sun will burn again today you and i will drown my
friend today is here again today and you will kill me
again today i will kill you again today is here again
today happy day
i was not waving
i was drowning
i laugh when i think of it
you laugh as i cry
I smile as you pull me under
you cry as i drown
from the shore i can feel you pull me under while
i pull you
i'm happy and why not?
restricted in
dejected skin
the only love
from within
sunken in
split in two
the skin and you
shrivel shape
masturbate
no love so you
Who am I and who are we?
Why we are, I don't know why
While I wait... I will fly
Explore my mind / destroy my mind
elbmessasiD
Who am I and who are we?
Why we are, I don't know why
While I wait... I will fly
Explore my mind / destroy my mind
elbmessasiD / elbmessasid
Human private is me
Gaze upon me with wide young eyes
Look beyond my glow and find... me
Why don't you look inside?
Why can't you look inside?
Why don't you try?
Why don't you try to find me?
Why can't you try to find me?
Why don't you look?
Body turn to ash turn to memory
Body turn to ash turn to memory
Disconnect self
Crashing
Bleeding
Melting
Freak out
Disconnect self
Let the mind ascend
Soar through the sky
Let the mind ascend
Leave the pain behind
Let the mind ascend
Watch the body die
Body turn to ash turn to memory
Body turn to ash turn to memory
Forever high...
it's an endless repetition- the better half dismisses
itself and isolates us both...it's an endless repetition
where the shadow goes it's hard to follow. when
this happens, it's time to bleed again and again...
making love to my shadow
yesterday was tomorrow
today will be yesterday
at night the shadow goes away
Chicken bone - in my neck
I can't breathe - what the heck
Butter knife impales my throat
Through the slit - I start to choke
Plastic straw - held with gum
EMERGENCY TRACHEOTOMY
Has been done
Waiting for the ambulance
I get bored and start to play
I take the peas from my plate
Load the straw and fire away
Waiting for the ambulance
I get bored and start to play
Emergency - Tracheotomy
Can be fun - you better run
Waiting for the ambulance
I get bored and start to play
I take the peas from my plate
Load the straw and fire away
Shooting people in their eyes
Is so much fun, the pain subsides
Launching peas from my neck
Blinds the waitress who drops the check
Waiting for - the ambulance
I get bored and start to play
Emergency Tracheotomy
Can be fun - you better run - you better run
Waiting for - the ambulance
I get bored and start to play
I take the peas from my plate
Load the straw and fire away
It's so much fun the pain subsides
Launching peas from neck
Blinds the waitress who drops the check
Chicken bone - in my neck
I can't breathe - what the heck
Butter knife - impales my throat
Through the slit - I start to choke
Plastic straw - held with gum
Emergency - Tracheotomy
I will not die...
Fate I deny
Outlive
Outlive humanity
Outlive
Outlive wind & rain
Outlive
Outlive earth & sea
Outlive
Outlive the galaxy
I foresee my destiny...
Is to live through eternity
Whatever awaits will have to wait
Time itself will deteriorate
Before me
I will not die...
Stripped of my wings
Falling
Water the brain
Under the skin
Broken
Empty vein
Fix me
Empty my vein
Withdraw
Flushing the brain
Lower than low
Refill
Empty vein
Catch me
Someone catch me now
Before I hit the ground
I cannot fly today
Someone took my wings away
Draining the vein
Withdraw
Under the skin
now i see
what i hate
now i hate
what i see
see myself and what i hate
now i hate
what i see
all must cease what a shame
why go on What's the Point?
worthless breath dissipates
wasted thoughts
In the supermarket with my mother at my side
Lurkin in the frozen foods was something that made me cry
A disfigured "being", limping down the aisle
Reached down, patted my head and greeted me with a smile...
MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!
Time to retreat into dream
Time to leave the world I've seen
Time to lose myself in dream
Perish the thought of awakening
Because they lie
And they cheat
And they steal
Steal from me
Because they tread
And they spit
And they shit
Shit on me
(I close my eyes)
Pretending dead in my sleep
Praying for my mind to keep
Kill the sandman hear him weep
Subconscious longing for eternal sleep
Half way between here and there
Knowing now they don't care
No one said life was fair
So I fade away...
Fade away out of sight
Shooting spirals casting light
Jellied creatures watch them flight
But the sun will never rise
half way between here and there
Knowing now they don't care
Look at the total hag reaming an
even older can of catfood...
Hear the flies buzzing through her
bodily openings, bringing with them
the coolest diseases...
Sometimes these flies get caught in the
cobwebs that are draped across her armpits...
LET'S PAY A VISIT TO THE TOTAL HAG
Look and see her age-spots and her
vericous veins...
Just taste the frozen green icicle
hanging off her nostril...
Hear the wheezing cough filling up
the air projecting her diseases...
I've had enough of this...
fellas let's go torment the total hag
Hunchback Turkeyneck Prune-tit Sag...
Let's pay A visit To the Total hag...
Garbage can Catfood Newspaper Bag...
Come on Let's go Let's go The total hag...
the total hag smells like mothballs
I like to scare the prune-tit scag
Drop a match in her shopping bag
Kick her in her Rickets, push her in the road
PART 1 CREYAP'NILLA
restricted in
dejected skin
the only love
from within
sunken in
split in two
the skin and you
shrivel shape
masturbate
no love so you
compensate
PT. 2 GLITCH
Peel away and emerge (x175)
Marzuraan / marzuraan
Screaming faces on his hand
Marzuraan / marzuraan
Bastard taking what he can
Marzuraan has a plan
Leave me drowning in the sand
Marzuraan / marzuraan
Bastard... I am marzuraan
Screaming faces
On my hand
I am
Marzuraan
Screaming faces
On my hand
I am
Marzuraan
He like
I take
I am...
Marzuraan / marzuraan
Bastard taking what I can
Marzuraan has a plan
Leave me drowning in the sand
(He like / I take)
Marzuraan is who I am
Where are my dentures...
I can't find my dentures...
Where are my dentures...
I really need my dentures...
Where are my dentures...
What the fuck are dentures?
Where are my dentures...
I can't find my dentures...
I can't remember anything!!!
Oh, when I was but a lad
I was as sharp as a tack
But now I'm old and I can't seem
To remember where I put my
Things... why me?
I mean - I'm supposed to be wise...
I'm old, I'm supposed to be wise
Now, what was I looking for?
Oh yeah! My bowling ball
Well, what do you know
It's right here - you see
I'm not senile
I found my bowling ball
The judge blows the whistle, and everyone falls down...
Crutches in the air - braces on the ground...
The crowd begins to laugh, at the helpless tarts...
No pity for the freaks, because they're fun to watch...
There are:
Retarts in potato sacks
One-legged amputees lying on their backs
Stupid fucking mongoloids drowning in the pool
Parapalegics in their chairs - all they do is drool
NO LIMBS - NO FEET
NO LIPS - CAN'T EAT
CAN'T WALK - CAN'T SEE
NO COCK - CAN'T PEE
Half of them have died, when the day is over...
Lepers without feet
Hopping down the street
Walking on their knees
Doing as they please
Lepers without brains
Diving out of planes
Plunging through the sky
Thinking they could fly
Lepers without hair
Tumbling down the stairs
Turning into dust
Laughing is a must
Lepers without hands
Lying in the sand
Baking in the sun
I want mine well-done
Those zany lepers that have no feet
They fall apart - in the street
Don't have much skin to call their own
It peels away - revealing bone
Those crazy lepers, they are so neat
They fell apart in the street
All those lepers, they have no feet
[Verse 1: Willie D]
As I roll through the motherfucking inner city
27 years and the block still looks shitty
The mayor put his picture on my fence
Promised us a lot of shit and I ain't seen that bitch since
I'm bout to do a Frank Nitty
Cause the potholes fucking up the shocks on my new Chevy
Gotta Malcolm X 'em like Spike Lee
Cause they taking niggas in the hood lightly
Politicians just use black folks
They only come around when they want a motherfucking vote
And ain't no sense in you going to city hall catching fevers
You stand a better chance seeing Jesus
So I got me a plan
Steal me a Astrovan and take the law into my own hands
And I ain't going out talking to them hoes
(What's your objective?)
I'm putting blood on they clothes
Cause they don't respect niggas
Until we start shaking they ass and pulling triggers
And that's a Goddamn fact
Now what you so-called hard motherfuckers know about that?
[Chorus: Melanie McGee]
I wonder why life's a bitch, then you die
Same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry
Why judge that bro, cause you reep what you sowe
What goes around, come around, now you know
[Verse 2: Sho]
Little miss Jackie, she got turned out
Fucking with that glass dick
Little miss Jackie, she turning tricks
She putting her mouth on everybody dick
Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade
Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade
But I couldn't get the play or the time of day
Cause in life we was headed in opposite ways
While she was trying to reach the top
I was slanging rocks, drinking brew and dodging crooked cops
Used to give her my all
And every day in school a nigga got dissed in the halls
But it didn't take long for me to find
Every dog can't chew on every bone
Then some time went by
I heard through the grapevine, little Jackie was getting high
This I just couldn't believe
Not Jackie, miss most likely to succeed
One day rolling up the cut
I seen this fiend, pants all in her butt
I'm thinking to myself that's a shame
I stopped at the light she called out my real name
Stuck her head in my window said she needed help
I looked it was Jackie 'what you did to yourself?'
The devil ain't nothing but crack
That bitch small as a tic tac
What you know about that?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Willie D]
Now let's talk about Craig, a jockey and a dopehead
From the time he could walk little Craig was misled
He had a freeloading stepdaddy, mama was a hoe
She sold her ass to take care of that Negro
He used to pimp her, and make her give him every cent
(And peep this, made her own kids pay rent)
Craig started jacking, bringing every dollar home
Got a gun and a screwdriver, fool got his hustle on
Crank your shit in a second
(And if you walk up on him, you better draw your weapon
Cause he'll put you to rest, and rest you quick
And wouldn't lose sleep) Not one single bit
Then he met this girl who became his wife
Bought a car and a crib, started a new life
'Til one day, riding with his family
He saw this nigga that he fucked back in the game, gee
He threw some dirt, the nigga threw it back
Dressed his family in black
Now what you know about that?
[DJ REDDY RED]
Yo, what's up Dee?
[Willie D]
Man Reddy Red, where the fuck you been, man?
[DJ REDDY RED]
But I been stickin this dick to this bitch in this car, man
[Willie D]
Oh boy, that's misdemeanor shit
I'm on that other level
[DJ REDDY RED]
Fuck you mean by the other level shit, man?
[Willie D]
Man, check this shit out
[VERSE 1: Willie D]
I fucked on floors, I fucked outdoors
On the filthy-ass ground and don't get sores
Gettin head while drivin ain't nothin new
Don't laugh at me cause you done done it too
I know you fuck good when you listen to soul
By try doin it when your dial's on rock 'n roll
You come a little faster, the mood is even greater
Although my dick's sufficient I pull out a vibrator
I'm a kinky muthafucka
Willie Dee is my name
I'm a kinky muthafucka
But ain't no shame in my game
[VERSE 2: Willie D]
Now I ain't scared to say it, I love to fuck
My dick is harder than a armored truck
But don't ride my pride when I'm mad
Or I might just bust your pussy in half
Suck yo titties, I'm with it, from left to right
I tell ya, my skills are out of sight
Make you feel so good when I fuck
That yo muthafuckin pussy hairs curl up
I'm a kinky muthafucka and I ain't ashamed
To let you bitches run a train
Y'all can take turns lickin my dick
While I sit back and watch a porno flick
We can do all kinds of kinky shit
Like puttin cold whipped cream on my dick
I'ma rub it all over my legs
And watch you hoes scramble for it like eggs
Cause when I can't take no mo'
I'ma spread your legs open and even the sco'
Lay ya all down in a line
And go up in ya from behind
You think your man know how to fuck
Shit, you're shit out of luck
Let me tell you what's up
He can't fuck with me cause he's a Now&Later;
But I keep on goin like a goddamn vibrator
I fucked at school every day
In the girls bathroom and under the stairway
My teacher caught me doin the do
It wasn't nothin cause I ended up fuckin her too
I love a bitch to lick my booty
And blow my dick like the wind before she screw me
Lick my shit nice and hard
So when I fuck her I know she's gonna make some noise
I make you fall in love with this ding-a-ling
Each time it's a different routine
But it's the same old thing with any other
But you never know what to expect
From a kinky muthafucka
[DJ REDDY RED]
Man, you gon' have me listen to all this shit you been talkin about?
You ain't no kinky muthafucka
You'se a nasty muthafucka, man
[Willie D]
Man, fuck you
[DJ REDDY RED]
[Ice Cube]
Hey, didn't your mama tell you to shut up when grown folks is talking?
Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking
Yo we don't play that
You know what I'm saying?
So you need to go in there and play witcha mama
Willie D
[Verse 1:]
[Willie D]
The Gangster of Love is on the go once more
I've been solo two in a row
Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars, a big crib
And bitches on my knob (that's right)
But some motherfucker's counting me out
I'm giving my real fans a big fat shout out
Source Magazine dissing niggas' records
I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas
And write a song about it they better like
Scary motherfuckers probably give a nigga twenty mics
I'm more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer
you wanna play with somebody, play witcha mama
[Ice Cube]
Hoe, yeah
[Willie D]
If you're fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection
You better speed on before you get peed on
Cube tell 'em
[Ice Cube]
Play witcha mama, huh
It don't stop
[Willie D]
It don't stop, yeah, cause we won't stop
[Verse 2:]
[Ice Cube]
Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest
You can't shoot 'em up with the wild west
And I hold a pistola, brown as Coca Cola
Coming from the shooters with the 1, 2, bang, ping
Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing)
It's like I got a 12 gauge when I'm walking
Shut the fuck up when grown folks is talking
Cause I don't play with kids, I shut eyelids
Forever and a day, nigga what you say?
Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors own brand
Niggas mad dumb but they can't fade us (never)
Wishin they could be like me and Willie D
Not just a punk ass trick silly gee
You better take that little shit to your mama
(Westside rolling) Fool with the drama
It don't stop, uh, yeah
You better play witcha mama
[Verse 3:]
[Willie D]
I'm going out like a soldier, I thought I told you
Homie don't play that, so don't make me peteroll you
When you see me in the public, don't try to act big
Cause I'll split your fucking wig
Just give me some dap and I'm a give you some dap back
Cause I'm down to earth black
But if a nigga or a bitch try to show off
I hit 'em dead in their motherfucking mouth
And don't talk about suing me
Cause your ass won't live to see a D-I-M-E
Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn't shit
Mad cause I won't speak to you bitch
Now you want to cause a scene, well that's fine
Cause I do this shit all the time (that's right)
Here's a motherfucker that don't mind the drama
You want to play with somebody play witcha mama
[Ice Cube]
Play witcha mama, punk
Play witcha mama, hoe
Play witcha mama, punk
Play witcha mama, hoe
Willie D, Ice Cube, that's all she wrote
That's all she wrote
It don't stop, 'til the panties drop
Fool play witcha mama
Put a comma on that motherfucker Willie D and let's break
[Willie D]
My mama, your mama hanging on the cut
[Verse 1:]
Microphone check 1, 2
Got my heat beneath the seat, it ain't nothing new
Just picked up Dre, that's my cousin
He got the E & J, so we buzzing
But I forgot to mention that he had a freak with him
Good Lord, he told me how she did him
He say the bitch want to be his main
But she free to let us run this train
Hoe don't know she dealing with professionals
Street niggas that's intellectual
When it comes to recognizing game, we pros
We let these bitches be bitches and hoes be hoes
That's the way love goes when I'm dealing with hoes
I get that pussy like I'm supposed
Other than that, I'll ignore you
But if you're with it, I got something good for you
[Chorus: x2]
Girl, I got something good for you
Guess what it is (what?)
Dick!
[Verse 2:]
It's a big fat black long dick
I can't afford to be buying you shit
It ain't that a motherfucker broke
Get off my shoulder, you motherfucking freeloader
Telling me your other man bought you a Caddy
But fuck that shit, I ain't a sugar daddy
I'm just a hustling motherfucker from 5th Ward
In these streets, trying to make ends meet
And my dick is about ready to meet you girlfriend
So put your pussy on the other end
I want to fuck you like a dog
In your combat boots and make you pussy say 'woof'
but first let me find myself a rubber
Before I fuck around and get in trouble
And stop talking about knowing me better before you put me in
Bitch you know I got a girlfriend
You look good from head to toe
But I ain't leaving my woman for a straight up hoe
You're looking for a wedding ring
But I can't do nothing but give you this ding-a-ling
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I'm that nigga who can hit the pussy proper
And make a bitch jump around like a grasshopper
I don't take them out on the town like a sucker
I just meet a fine bitch and I fuck her
But some of y'all still don't know
Hoes like dick just as much as we like the pussy hole
You gotta let her know from the get
That her pussy ain't no more important than your dick
Cause I had this hoe the other night, bro
Yo, peep the scenario
She tried to take Willie D to the cleaners
But when she saw she couldn't she settled for the penis
Cause I rubbed that clit with me index
And made that pussy soaking wet
In the driver's seat of my Explorer
I had something good for her
[Hook: Child computer voice]
Dear God really hate to bother you
I know that your really busy but
Can you take some time to see about me
[Verse 1:]
Dear God I know u got things to do
But can I talk to you, for a minute or two
I'm tired of seeing my homies dying
Bullet shells, paramedics, and chalklines
My friends momma sell they body, to pay the rent
My little cousin doing time but he's innocent
We sending food and money over seas to feed the po'
But what about the people next do'
Will you please show mercy on the child that's being abused?
Don't let 'em make the ten o'clock news
My attitude won't allow me to condone this
What we gone do about the homeless
I see peace
But I'm constantly engaged in conflict
I'm trying hard not to let the gun click
I really wish
U find in ya heart, to make a change
Hate to bug you but I'm tired of the pain
[Hook: Child computer voice]
Dear God really hate to bother you
I know that your really busy but
Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
People down here suffering
I know that I'm not an angel but
Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
[Verse 2:]
I'm seeking the father in this wicked land, man
I'm a believer so I stick to praying
But when I wanna go outside
Momma say don't go
Cause it ain't safe for the kids to play no mo
The po-po's put my hands on they hot hood
My relationship with them is not good
It's da dilemma
Momma's broke and she need some change
Or should I go to school or stay in
I don't know
Help the physician within me
Heal myself
For the sake of my family don't let me kill myself
I know that it's something that we all gotta suffer
But why you had to take my grandmother
I'm trying to keep my head screwed
In a bad mood
If I sound rude
Dear God, excuse my attitude
I'm just searching for some answers
Will we ever find a cure for cancer?
[Hook: child computer voice]
Dear God really hate to bother you
I know that your really busy but
Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
People down here suffering
I know that I'm not an angel but
Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
[Verse 3:]
Can you please take time out to help ya boy
Cause they down hear trying to steal my joy
Was AIDS really a ploy, to destroy out of pope
That's what they saying
It's hard to phantom
Tell me they plan
Cause my friends in the hospital sick as can be
Fighting for his life against HIV
Now tell me how much longer can he last with his heart
Beating off life support
Can I please touch the hem of your garment?
Get on my knees and be cleanst of the torment
My heart is pure
But I think I'm at my???
Cause every time I turn my back
I'm getting stabbed in it
Wait a minute before I end
Dear God will you tell me why I'm judged by the color of my skin
If you can please respond, a.s.a.p.
Sincerely Willie D
[Hook until fade: child computer voice]
Dear God really hate to bother you
I know that your really busy but
Can you take some time to see about me (I'm tired of the pain)
People down here suffering
I know that I'm not an angel but
[Verse 1:]
I've been watching your mama for a long time
And that bitch is fine
Every time I go to her house
She kiss me on the cheek
And fix me something to eat
I know the bitch freaky, yo check it
Cause every time I see her
She walking around half-naked
I'm checking out her underwear
And when she sit down, I can see her pussy hair
And my dick getting bigger by the minute
I'm thinking about the pussy, wishing I was in it
She want me to cut your grass
But I'm thinking about cutting that ass
And I believe I can get them draws
365 cause she passed menopause
I wanna dive in
And bust a nut on them goddamn Depends
Hope she's like you
Cause I'm a make her sing on the mike like Marilyn Macoo
So before you go to sleep tonight
You should know that I'm a be trying to fuck your mama
[Verse 2:]
Now you can get mad, ho
But you the one had me taking her to play bingo
Picking her up from church, taking her shopping
I was with it but your daddy could've did it
I'm making these confessions
Cause she wearing them tight-ass dresses
I wanna knock the boots and the socks
Hit her with this big fat cock and let your daddy watch
What a great adventure
When I make her suck my dick and knock out them dentures
Don't look so astounded
When I first met her, I told you she was well-rounded
You should've known shit wasn't right
Cause she always taking my side when we fight
And when I go over, she turn on the 8-track
And me and her go way back
Your old man ain't hitting it right
That bitch needs some young pipe
And I'm the motherfucking plumber
I wanna fuck your mama
[Verse 3:]
I wanna fuck your mama, girl
And have that pussy dripping like a wet jheri curl
When I hit it like a Green Bay Packer
And make that pussy pop like a firecracker
It's hard to concede
But why else would I be painting her house for free?
It ain't for my health
Cause I can make her climb them walls
And take all those Geritols
Whenever I call for you
She telling me all this shit she been through
How she nearly had a heart attack eating chili
And how your pops can't operate his Mr. Willie
She wasn't saying that cause I'm her son-in-law
She want me to stick this bone in her
And you know I'm a do my duty
I had a dream about busting a nut in her booty
And rubbing my cum in her face
And letting that freak have a goddamn taste
I'm a tell you straight up cause I know you hate the drama
[Verse 1: Willie D]
Motherfuckers are dying
And getting buried in the cemetary
Cause they ass couldn't pass the preliminaries
That's when you mind your own
Stay in line and keep the fuck out of mine
Cause goddamn I ain't got it all
This year I'm a fuck off a whole lot of y'all
There was a body found in a lake
Butt naked, wrapped in duct tape
And the #1 suspect came from a broken home
That ain't been fixed yet
You got family, ah that's beautiful
I want to see them at your goddamn funeral
Along with your bitch and your friends
Cause I'm a view the body, and pop your ass again
No I'm not dick riding the chronic like the others
I'm just the wrong motherfucker
For a nigga to play with or say shit
Behind my back, cause nigga that's gay shit
I'll make a nigga drop his pants then buck him
Throw him in the ditch and let the dope fiends fuck him
I can't charge it to the game
Cause the game never paid Willie D a goddamn thing
I'm talking about a cold-blooded murder
You never heard of a recipe for a murder
[Chorus:]
Lay your guns down
You don't want to see me clown
One shot to your dome
Two shots, now you're gone
[x2]
[Verse 2: Sho]
Niggas I'm smooth
But watch me move on this groove
About niggas getting they ass misused
I'm a soldier, I don't start trouble see
But somehow man the shit just find me
Now take a nigga talking shit
Better yet he talking shit to me
Trying to impress one of his homies
A front for a bitch that I done already fucked
And to this day I can still get my dick sucked
Mix that together with a hot ass club
And that's a little dish called a nigga getting his ass drugged
But my hands ain't enough
I gotta schedule you a wait
Give you two to the head for old times' sake
So don't fuck with me and don't fuck with this clique
Unless you ready to lay in front of a pulpit
With your mama crying listening to some verses being read
For you trying to catch lead with your head
Did you hear what I said?
I want to see some red, pronounce your punk ass dead
Now you can beg, give me your dope and your bitch
Suck my dick but it still won't change shit
Because I hate motherfuckers who talk trash
So don't let your mouth overload your ass
But some still gonna flex
And I'm a swing and connect
And it's gonna feel like a train wreck
I'm putting in work
Fucking with Sho you'll be the quietest nigga in the church
And if a bitch is in my mix then a nigga gotta hurt her
Bitches die too my recipe for a murder
[Willie D]
My recipe for a murder is simple
Fuck with Will and get one to your temple
So pull your motherfucking guns
And I'm a show you I'm the clean-up man in more ways than one
You got a posse, a thick clique
Cool, it makes it easier to hit me a bitch
I want to see you piss on yourself
And your eyes buck, for fucking with Wize Up
Cause there's too many studio gangsters making noise
Knowing that they're motherfucking choir boys
I'm coming from the south
I talk that talk, I walk that walk that fucks your ass off
Niggas try to deal with it
But got the fuck out of Dodge when they saw I was real with it
So if you're talking shit about the Gulf Coast
Suck a dead man's dick until you're comatose
And if a cop want to blast, we can blast
I'm a Tupac Shakur his ass
I'm talking about a cold blooded murder
You never heard of a recipe for a murder
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Willie D]
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, but dig this
One nigga got got in the parking lot
Cause his punk ass ran me hot
Talking about he coming back
With his boys and his gat
But he ain't never coming back
See when a motherfucker threaten Willie D
I gotta fuck him off before he fuck off me
The trigger finger ain't never nervous
So unless you're sucking my dick, save the lip service
I know a gang of motherfuckers who done passed
For letting that mouth overload that ass
It's a wreath from the goddamn forest
Check out the motherfucking chorus
[Chorus x2]
Yeah, it's time for all you motherfuckers out there to wise up
Cause we handle our business on the records and the streets
[talking]
Haha, y'all thought this was Dragnet didnt you
Wrong answer again
This song is for all the mutherfuckin chicken head bitches
And we kept the mutherfuckin names the same
Cause we think being a bald head bitch is a god damn shame
[Verse 1]
What the fuck is goin on in this god damn world
What are you bitch a boy or a girl?
I can't tell cause your shit on the sides is gone
You remind me of that monkey lookin bitch Grace Jones
Fucked up is how you look to Willie D
I just gotta have a bitch that has more hair than me
Some try to cover up by weavin it through
You ain't foolin nobody
We know your bald headed too
[Chorus:]
Bald Head Hoes
Whatcha see D, w-w-w-whatcha see D
I see some bald headed hoes
Bald Head Hoes
Whatcha see D, w-w-w-whatcha see D
I see some bald headed hoes
[Verse 2]
There should be a crime against bald head hoes
Why they want to be bald
Nobody knows
Being bald makes a gal look like a beast
Stupid ass hoes ain't ya heard of grease
Hell naw
Cause if you did you'd have some up there
Like your pussy you gotta give it proper care
Every time I look around I see a damn disgrace
Motherfucking wig pieces all over the place
Its from them Bald head hoes
They just so damn mean
The meanest ass hoes I ever seen
Ain't got no hair so they act crude
And wanna go and pick a fight with the girls who do
Am I right? (you right)
Hell yeah Im right
Ive seen this shit night after night
Instead of wearin other peoples hair you dumbass bitch
You need to buy some dog mane and grow you own damn shit
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now I just can't go with a bald head hoe
You ain't gotta ask why for me to tell you so
If I cant run through her hair with my hand
Somehow it seems like I be fucking a man
So stay away you bold hickies
I know you out there
Talkin to you hoes who ain't got no hair
Your sister bald Zanny
Your mamma bald Eddie
I bet you even got a bald headed ass granny
[Chorus]
[talking]
Now this is how you spot a bald headed hoe
[Verse 4]
Hair spots on a hot sunny day
Too many gaps in the scalp is a dead giveaway
I saw no hair Clair
Yesterday on the cut
Today I saw the girl her hair was down to her butt
I hope that she now, that I know it aint real
But I wont squeal not even on Andrea
Kim, Shawn or Merylinn
Nor Tamika and Rika the famous bald head twins
Something must be done
About these citizens
You ask
what will I do to support my fellow man?
Im proposing a bill
To capital hill
To kill all bald headed women at will
[Pastor:]
Hey siter Bettie, sister Clara
And who is this? You new here, ain't you brother?
[Willie D:]
[Pastor:]
Well welcome to Mount Paid in Full
God sure is good, ain't he?
[Willie D:]
Sure is
[Pastor:]
Well we gonna ask you to put all you valuables in this here cup
And pass all your other metal objects to brother Swaggert
You can pick em up over there on the other side
[Willie D:]
What, y'all having a problem with weapons or something in Church?
[Pastor:]
No, brother, it's just that Pastor Gimme don't want no change in the
church
[Verse 1:]
Ain't that a bitch, the churchhouse getting rich
But I'm looking like dookie on a stick
As soon as I walked in, they couldn't wait
To pass that goddamned collection plate
And before I could stick my dollar in
The ushers were making rounds again
To get there I had to hitch a ride
And these motherfuckers talking about 20 percent in tithes
Telling me it's for the homeless, and those
With nowhere to go, but at night the church door is closed
Now you can come as you are
But you better be sharp as a tack, with a new car
Cause if you ain't got that cash
Watch them so-called Christians talk about your ass
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion, why don't you guess it
[Chorus: x2]
Why's everybody keep playing with God?
[Verse 2:]
I gotta talk about these clowns behind the pulpit
Cause they full of that bullshit
It's no wonder they think they large
With these motherfucking members treating they ass like God
But they ain't God cause God loves everybody
But Baptist preachers, they backslide
When it comes to Muslims they ain't got no love
Now what you motherfuckers scared of?
That niggas will abandon your vision
And say don't give me that old time religion
I'm sick and tired of my homies getting killed
And the pastor's saying that it's God's will
Fuck the enemy, yo I don't love him
That's why I cut for the motherfucking Muslims
Put your hands on me and shit gets scary
I'm a put your ass in a cemetary
Now you'll call me Judas and say I ain't right
But fuck you bitch, they talk about Christ
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion why don't you guess it
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Now I know why my daddy don't go no more
The church ain't nothing but a fashion show
They going to meet and greet and peep and gaze
They ain't trying to get saved
Cause if they was they'd practice what they preached
And praise the Lord more than one day out the week
Maybe that's why a nigga ain't repenting
The churchhouse be having some fine ass women in it
And that's why the preacher can't spread the word of the Lord
Cause he be looking just as hard
It's the blind trying to lead the blind
And you wonder why niggas is so behind
I can stay my ass at the crib and watch the game
If I want to be entertained
Cause this shit done got out of hand
Motherfuckers doing the bump in the choir stand
You get mad cause I'm questioning your merit
But goddamnit if the shoe fit, wear it
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know my religion why don't you guess it
[Chorus x4]
This song was inspired by all you so-called saved motherfuckers out there
The ones thats backsliding
You sinner free motherfuckers that be
Jumping up and down in church every Sunday and shit getting the Holy Ghost
But I'm a let you motherfuckers know
If one of you hoes fall on me, I'm a knock your ass smooth out
I don't give a damn, I'm straight up with it
But some of you motherfuckers be
Going out to the club on Saturday and shit
And coming to church with a motherfucking hangover
And oh yeah, all you motherfucking parents
That's talking about Willie D is a bad influence on your kids
Fuck you hoes, raise your own motherfucking kids
I ain't no motherfucking role model
You be your motherfucking kid's role model, motherfucking loser
Yeah, just when a nigga start getting a piece of this apple pie
In America, you hoes want to start lining against rap
Smashing up tapes and shit, what you want us to do
Start by climbing through your motherfucking windows
In the middle of the night?
You better speed on before you get peed on
[phone conversation]
[Willie D] Underground Master speaking
[Lil' J] Yo D, what's up?
[Willie D] Just chillin, man, what's up?
[Lil' J] Give them Ghetto Boys a ring, man
Hold up now
[dialing]
[Johny 'C'] Geto Boys
[Lil' J] Hey
[Johny 'C'] What's up, J?
[Lil' J] Yeah man, I got Willie D on the other end
[Johny 'C'] What's up Will?
[Willie D] What's up now, what's up, fellas?
[Johny 'C'] Y'know
[Lil' J] Say fellas
I been kicking a few lyrics in the back of my mind, man
And I'm tired of muthafuckas disrespecting us
Because we're black owned and won't sell out
(Word)
So check this out
We need to get together
And go to that other level of the game
And do it like a G.O.
[Johny 'C'] Say no more, we're on the telephone
[Willie D] We get them muthafuckas, man
[Lil' J] Well, let's make em a offer they can't refuse
[Juke Box]
I'm back like a rebel making trouble
I'm an assassin, kickin ass on the double
No muthafucka alive's gonna stop me
So fuck you and your goddamn posse
[Willie D]
It's time to step on some muthafuckin toes
(Nah, D) man, fuck them hoes!
The East Coast ain't playin our songs
I wanna know what the hell's goin on
Give me my card, radio sucker
I'll kick your ass and take the muthafucka
Everybody know New York is where it began
So let the ego shit end
[Prince Johny 'C']
Black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because the radio is all about politics
Prince Johny 'C' is my identity
Whoever you be (don't) (don't) (don't fuck with me)
My last go
The radio struck me with a low blow
Now I'm doin it like a G.O.
(Go, go, go, go..)
(Let's make em an offer they can't refuse)
(You wanna go to war?
We'll take you to war, okay?)
[Willie D]
Everybody's coming with guns
Niggas gettin pimped by Columbians
They put em on the streets like a bitch
Niggas slangin but the Puerto-Rican gettin rich
I never sold the mess
But if I did, it would be for my goddamn self
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust
Box, tell these muthafuckas what's up
[Juke Box]
When will you stupid muthafuckas learn
In this game one way or another you get burned
You end up behind bars
Or lying on your back in a muthafuckin morgue
And your gal'll find another nigga
Cause the low-life bitch ain't nothin but a gold-digger
I'd fuck her but my money is a no-no
(Why?) I'm a hoe so I do it like a G.O.
(Go, go, go, go..)
(Let's make em an offer they can't refuse)
(You wanna go to war?
We'll take you to war, okay?)
[Prince Johny 'C']
Fucked up politics
Those tie-wearin bitches can suck my dick
They try to ban my style of teachin
But freedom of speech allow me to keep speakin
To the people, about shit like racism
It's deep into the heart of the school system
Whites get more funds from the state
And this is why minorities learn so late
[Willie D]
Some of us make it to college
And take a test to the highest degree with limited knowledge
Most of us won't pass the bitch
And those rotten-ass muthafuckas know this
I'm not Malcolm X or Farrakhan
After this one I guess I'll have to pack a gun
So if you wanna fuck this brother
You better be ready muthafucka
Or you gonna have to G.O.
(Go, go, go, go..)
(Let's make em an offer they can't refuse)
(You wanna go to war?
We'll take you to war, okay?)
[Willie D]
Willie D is not a biggot and he won't be
I just educate minds to reality
This ain't no muthafuckin 'back to Africa'
Try to pull that shit, we'll have a massacre
[Juke Box]
Our ancestors were killed at will
Bought and sold like a used automobile
We fought back to exist
Now we're killing one another, ain't that a bitch
[DJ Ready Red]
Ready Red, I'm comin at ya
I'm holdin my ground like a muthafuckin statue
You take nothin from me, so stop trippin
'less you want to take a muthafuckin ass whippin
Bitch, muthafuck the KKK
Wearing dresses and shit, what the fuck is they, gay?
[Willie D]
A color blind society we'll never be
Unless we agree (in harmony)
To do it like a G.O.
[phone conversation]
[Lil' J]
Rap-a-Lot
['President of White Owned Records']
Hey J, this is the President of White Owned Records
We see you're still survivin but we want to ask you to keep your boys quiet
If you don't, we will
Or here's another alternative
We take 95% of your company and you take 5 and we'll make you famous within 10 years
It would take you a lifetime by yourself
because you know your people don't stick together
What you say about that, boy?
[Lil' J]
Man, fuck you
['President of White Owned Records']
I would advise you not to talk to me like that, boy
Just who the hell you think you are anyway?
[Lil' J]
I'm Lil' muthafuckin J
I ain'ts to be fucked with
And if you wanna go to war
[styled after Kool Moe Dee's 'How Ya Like Me Now']
Fuck me, fuck me
Fuck me, fuck me
I.. stick my dick in, and I watch you
One second later I got you
Doin like this, doin like that
My dick's big, it's fuckin up yo cat
Just like a vacume, no tellin how soon
You'll have to go to the damn bathroom
To check your pussy, catch a wind
How you think it feel to see a big old dick go in
Yo goddamn pussy, straight outta yo goddamn ass
You used to laugh when I'd ask
But now my dick's big at last
I'm down for fuckin, no more am I shy
All of you big cunt hoes who said I
Could only make you wiggle, only make you blink
But never make you cry
Fuck me now
Fuck me, fuck me
Fuck me, fuck me
Now bitches are hidin and runnin
I don't know why, I ain't burnin
Just fuckin the pussy like it's supposed to be fucked
You hoes all shoulda jumped
Off of my penis, what is this
Fuck a little bitty dick here
Get off that nonsense, it gives me jock itch
Leave that wiener, get you a sausage
I'm a real man, got the beef and the buns
But never understood how could one come
To my house, fuck me, turn around and suck me
The next day the bitch try to duck me
Rulin and schoolin, playin for keeps
I'm from 5th Ward where talk is cheap
I don't talk to her soft
I let my dick do the talkin and let the bitch scream her ass off
Fuck me, fuck me
Fuck me, fuck me
Fuckin needs instructions and I'm her damn teacher
Of course I'm glad to meet your
Boyfriend couldn't make you come
Then the stupid punk look at ya like you're dumb
I'm bigger and better, downright evil
Everytime I bang that ass I leave her
Holdin yo pussy like a damn balloon
You can stick your fist in it and still have room
Respect - this you can bet
This here dick ain't nothin short of perfect
Split your lips, hurt your hips
Never do it slip, got veins that grip
Make a skinny girl wanna scratch my ass
Make a fat hoe lose weight real fast
If you're a virgin I make your pussy go "aawww!"
You wouldn't dare wanna fuck me now
Fuck me, fuck me
Fuck me, fuck me
It pissed me off when I heard
This bitch I know I hurt
Runnin round Acres Homes sayin she didn't cry
The bitch lied, she damn near died
I was hard, like a fastball pitch
Don't you know that I fucked that bitch?
Just like a convict, hit her with a slab of this done dick
And made sure that she didn't
Didn't escape, that woulda been a mistake
Cause then the bitch woulda got raped
After that I make her take a douchy
Then I would dust and bust her pussy
Make her feel the pain, fuck her damn brain
And when I'm finished, then I would ask her
Who is the best, and if she didn't say Willie Dee
I'd take my dick and make her call herself Kizzy
Fuck her good, then I make her sweat
Always talkin 'bout a dick, but she ain't had one yet
When I fucked her she shitted a brick
Now the bitch scared to even touch dick
My dick is growin out of control
You're nothin but a brother with a little girl hoe
This muthafucka's big enough to dry a cow
Never touch another dick if you fuck me now
Fuck me, fuck me
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da - da - da - da - da
Nineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nine
Willie D
Retreat or get hit
I'm loved by few, hated by many
But guess what?
I don't give a shit
[VERSE 1: Willie D]
Fuck it, in the bucket, ready for the drama
Finna heat this muthafucka up like Texas in the summer
Trauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin like jelly
Leavin you smelly with bullet wounds to the belly
My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial
I see caskets in your muthafuckin future
If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, bitch
Cause this rotten nigga's ain't never gonna be shit
Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough
Cause I stopped knockin bitches out when my nuts got bigger
Bought me a gun and shot my first nigga
Trigger-happy laws suck my cock-suckin balls
I have the paramedics cleanin out your fuckin drawers
They put my muthafuckin homie in the slammer, black
For a stray shooter and a gramm of crack
Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and shit it out
Pork made when I hit a cop
I'm havin dreams of bloody pictures
My adversary makin wishes
But I ain't sparin them bitches
I let my gun talk
Let it talk, nigga
Let it, let it, let it, let it
I let my gun talk [x2]
[CHORUS x2: Young Noble & Willie D]
What would my gun say if it could talk to you
Shut your muthafuckin mouth and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
[Kastro]
I'm at the end of my rope, I can't pretend I see hope
Descendants of kings and queens, we can't even escape dope
No need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy
Constantly fuckin ourself with no remedy
Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war
We ain't ready for what they got in store
From all shores, Geto Boys and Outlawz, frontline soldiers
In the midst of battle dumpin on em one-time rollers
Hold up
[Young Noble]
Niggas dip when the flame spit, aim to hit
Y'all can't take shit, we came to trip
Blame your bitch for suckin on my homeboy's dick
Said she got off a mill, huh, for ridin on my click
That's what you get, never write a check with your mouth
That your ass can't cash, I blast your ass
And I ain't gotta flash a nigga, Willie D'll pop ya
Fuck around, smoke your asses, nigga
[Kastro]
We got this muthafucka head on lock
Until we see results, I don't care, we won't stop
Hot shots, retarted, we ain't martyrs, we riders
Holler if you hear us, man, I love it when they fear us
Oh yeah, it's them niggas with them triggers that speak on it
Six figure killers, whatever you own, we want it
Willie D want it, and sucker, I do too
Now what the fuck is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you?
[Young Noble]
When you speak of dope, don't think of dope, think of me
Y-o-u-n-g N-o to the b-l-e
Eat MC's like BLT's, nigga please
You a watergun soldier in blue fatigues
Shoot to freeze, eternally you journey with me
Losin DT's, right on the corner, a new street
You choose defeat, I choose to win, you lose again
Ain't life grim? I know it was meant
[CHORUS]
[Spice 1]
My own Glock pistol whipped a nigga in the head
Cause he said, "I wouldn't buy the infrared"
My Tec-9 jam and stutter when he get at a hoe
So I filed down a pin, made him fully auto
Kept talkin shit, seein haters come out and play
Tell me he homesick, wanna go back to the Bay
So we can ride around the hood and get at Mrs. Glock
She was spittin back at us when you and me was on the block
My two homies Smith & Wesson wanna fuck Nina Ross
Said they gon' rape that bitch if she don't let em both toss
My Uzi change his own clips for me
Got my muthafuckin mind playin tricks on me
It's sick, homie
Speakin a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listen
Kissin and rubbin my pistol like a pretty picture
Goin on a mission, killin niggas that's talkin shit, and
No, we ain't missin, we aim straight and dippin
Bossallini slash killer slash real nigga
Fuck Tommy Hilfiger, my Tommy kill niggas
Got me smokin on green leafs, thuggin until I'm red-rum
Ridin on enemies, mobbin until my death come
[Chorus:]
Is it fiction, is it fact?
Is it fake or reality?
All I know for sure
Is my mind's still playing tricks on me
[Verse 1:]
Here I go again, the same old shit
My mind is still playing tricks
Cause today when I left my residence
I heard we had a new black president
And he wasn't no Uncle Tom
Rudy poof stankin' fetch house nigga scum
And white folks wasn't planning to murder him kid
Cause they voted for him just like the blacks did
And this might sound reckless
But I got a loan on a brand new Lexus in Texas
If I'm lying I'm dying, everybody was color blind
Went to church and I gotta admit
Walked in, didn't see one hypocrite
It appeared every single soul was reached
Cause the pastor practiced what he preached
Then I woke up in a cold sweat homie
My mind's still playing tricks on me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I took a cold shower and I got dressed
It's Christmas so I gotta look my best
Everybody going to my dear house
That's my grandmother, and she the boss
As I drove up in my low
I saw cars on both sides of the road
Then I started saying 'what's up' to relatives
That I hadn't seen in years
Walked up to grandma, and gave her a big smack
And she gave me one back
She said "there's plenty of food, Willie
Help yourself when you get into the mood"
I marked on the paper
As my man slammed bones on the domino table
The women played cards
And the children were playing in the front yard
It was getting late so I had to break
But yo, not before I ate
And gave grandma a goodbye kiss, nigga
I reached to hug her, but I couldn't feel her
Fell to the ground and I snapped holmes
Looked up, and saw a bunch of headstones
My grandma's name was on plot 11
Now I remember, she died in '87
It wasn't close to Christmas or Halloween
I was at the cemetary having a daydream
And that's real fucked up, homie
My mind's still playing tricks on me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I used to make big money, drive big cars
Everybody know me, the fool who left the Geto Boys
Thought I could be a bigger nigga by going solo
But my record sales said no no
So did concert promoters and magazines
I went back to eating rice and lima beans
No more fancy restaurants
And I hadn't seen the mall in months
Now why would I leave the group
Just when it's starting to blow up, troop
I got tired of being famous, black
When my motherfucking pockets didn't reflect that
I need help before I go left
Cause I'm starting to second guess myself
I know I can't have a nigga fucking me
But I want to get back with the group, gee
Now if you believe that shit, duke
Your mind's playing tricks on you, too
[Chorus]
Hey, what's up, shit
It's Willie D
A.K.A. Gangster of Love
Oh, me? I'm a scorpio
And, uh, you know what they say about scorpios
You know they say we're vindictive
And we like to get freaky and shit
And that might be true
Myself, I like women that, uh
Suck a nut, chew a little butt
And uh, shit, if you like women, shit, that's cool too
We can mix it up and make a gumbo or something like that
You know, shit
But you know what pleases me most about a woman
If she can suck some good dick you know
Now that's, that's the shit right there
And uh, and if you fit this description baby
Ha, ha, yeah, this is what I want you to do
[Gerome Hulett]
Take my manhood
Deep throat it baby, like a woman should
Why don't you show me how good it can be
Lay it all on me, I want you to
Throat, throat, throat, throat on [x4]
[Verse 1: Willie D]
What's my name? (Willie D)
What's my game? (R.A.P.)
What's my sign? (scorpio)
Now let me tell y'all about this hoe
I knew this bitch named Alexia
She fronted on the pussy cause she thought she was sexier
Than any other motherfucker that I fucked with
One week later she was sucking on my homie's dick
Like a pro, you know she did the whole crew
I heard that she sucked a little pussy too
She licked my dick and my nuts from behind
Then she ran this line (you know it's my first time)
Bitch stop lying, and pick up your fade
You been a freak since the third grade
That's what I told the little heffer
Walking around thinking her pussy's special
Niggas think she's a square
But she done seen more dicks than Hanes underwear
So if a bitch want to fuck I'll make her holler
But before I nut, the bitch gotta
[Gerome Hulett]
Throat, throat, throat, throat on [x4]
[Verse 2: Rasir X]
Yeah, it's that big daddy y'all
And this shit's kind of freaky tonight, yeah
Carrie, motherfucking scorpio
I like big hoes cause I like to make gumbo
Big bitch that like to fuck
Take my dick, let her friend have a quick suck
Got a mouth sopped like a mop
When it comes to dick slop, she don't waste one drop
Like to eat and get her pussy ate
In a room full of bitches, she'll masturbate
Big and sexy, wear a lot of lipstick
I like to watch her tongue-kiss with my other bitch
Take her finger, slide it up her pussy
Show her girlfriends that Carrie make whooptie
And you niggas just shit out of luck
You a wasted fuck cause her fantasy's locked up
But I'm the key to her imagination
When your girl's filling out my application
She have
[Gerome Hulett]
Throat, throat, throat, throat on [x2]
[Verse 3: Sho]
Virgo, a nigga named Sho
I like a bitch to lick from elbow to asshole
The type of bitch that never quit
The type of bitch that comes to my crib and bring her own flick
She's a freak and she ain't scared to let it out
The type of bitch to wake a nigga up with my dick in her mouth
She's a hoe, but she's undercover
And quick to take advantage of you friendly ass motherfuckers
For the ones who step and don't know her rep
Kissing in public with my nut on this bitch breath
She want your ass for security
You leasing the body, but the pussy belong to me
And when you in the pussy don't you get the notion
That you just a little rock in the ocean
I know you all serious and shit
And you'd probably have a fit if you knew I told your bitch this
[Jerome Hulett]
Here's somethin for you fraudulent-ass niggas
(Pussy in the click, pussy in the click
I got a muthafuckin pussy in my click) [x4]
Signin loyalty contracts
You muthafuckas is bitch
Takin a nigga kindness for weakness
Wishin I knew some of y'all niggas was hoes
A smile ain't nothin but a frown turned upside down
Watch these niggas
[VERSE 1]
Say nigga, you'se a hoe if I ever seen one
Pay me my fuckin dough when I see you then some
Clear the way, fuck was comin out of that fool's mouth?
Here comes the realest nigga down south
Have you ever had a nigga in your muthafuckin click
Claimin that he real, but he's a muthafuckin bitch?
Actin all hard, nigga can't squab
Give that bitch your dope and watch his ass get robbed
Gotta watch my back, cause these niggas are makin dirty moves
Screamin that they down, when in fact they hatin on the crew
Call me a fool, but I roll on them sons of bitches
And I don't give a fuck about the consequences
I'm jumpin fences, it's me, the police kinda fat
Cause my muthafuckin homie downtown rat
Homicidal ideas crossin my mind
Bitches callin my parole officer lyin
Can't seem to find a true pal
You say you're down with me, but tryin to fuck my gal
Thought you was real, nigga, but you fake as shit
Yo girlish ways make you a pussy in the click
(Pussy in the click, pussy in the click
I got a muthafuckin pussy in the click)
[VERSE 2]
Remember when you brought hoes to my crib, and vice versa
After the club gettin pussy on the dresser
Fuckin in the same room, that's how it was
If I had a quarter, it was yours
Like a crackhead and his pipe, me and you was tight
So fuckin close we even dressed alike
You used to say, "Fuck L.L. and Run-D.M.C.
They can't fuck with my nigga Willie D"
But then I started makin money
And you started actin funny
Tellin people I changed
Speakin bad on my name
But I'm the same muthafucka that saved your life
When them killers was tryin to get you at the club that night
Comin off tour, kickin you down on the strenght
Bought your kids Christmas gifts and paid your goddamn rent
I can't believe all the shit you said
Puttin my business in the sewer
Gossipin like a bitch, nigga, you a
(Pussy in the click, pussy in the click
I got a muthafuckin pussy in the click)
[VERSE 3]
Fraud niggas, stay out of my reach, capisc'
And get your own shit like Lil' Kim, you goddamn leech
Don't make me preach, cause I can talk about this shit for days
Sheift-hearted bastards and they bitchy ways
These niggas out for self, they can't be trusted
In your face when you got paper, but where they at when you busted?
Well adjusted to ridin solo, who needs a friend
When every nigga and his mammy tryin to win on ya?
I fight by myself, get drunk by myself
Smoke weed by myself, cause I don't need no fuckin help
Watch your step, cause loyalty is taught to locate
From the streets to the suites everybody so fake
Snake in the grass, I see your ass, and it's tremlbin black
We ran a train on that hoe, and you keep doublin back
Now we don't speak, but it ain't my fault you fell in love with that bitch
(...to pay my respects to - pussy)
[Willie D]
I ain't had no pussy all goddamn day
My dick is achin for some play
I gotta wear a jockstrap, y'all
Cause my dick keeps bustin out my goddamn drawers
I need some pussy this muthafuckin minute
Show me some pussy and I'ma go up in it
I'm so damn horny tonight for smash
That I'd fuck Whoopie Goldberg ugly ass
I need some pussy
[Willie D]
Pussy, pussy, pusssy..
[Choice]
Willie Dee, make a wish, fuck that bitch
I got plenty of pussy for yo hard-ass dick
No bangin for pleasure when we're bonin
Cause Choice'll give it to ya like you want it
I spread my legs wide open, let you work that cock
If you get tired, rest and I get on top
That'll be satisfaction guaranteed
I be here for you baby, whenever you need
Some
[Willie D]
Pussy, pussy, pusssy..
[Willie D]
My dick is harder than a muthafuckin goddamn rock
I need pussy like a hog needs slop
It's happened before, but it's worse tonight
Because i'm callin up bitches that I don't even like
I'll fuck you bitch, just ask me
As long as the muthafuckin pussy ain't nasty
Whoever I fuck is gonna wish
She never ever felt this hardy-yardy-ass dick
I need some pussy
[Willie D]
Pussy, pussy, pusssy..
[Choice]
Good love is what I'll be givin ya
I got a pussy 'bout the size of Bolivia
So let me know when you wanna scramble
Ain't a man in the world that Choice can't handle
Don't have to worry 'bout the clinic when I play fussy
I got some nice, clean, good pussy
And if you lose your balance, don't feel bad
I got plenty of ass for you to grab
A queen on the scene when it comes to sex
Other bitches are peachy but I'm rated x
I be your lady, not your bitch or your skeezer
Pick up the phone, I'm all alone if you need some
[Willie D]
Pussy, pussy, pusssy..
[Willie D]
I need some pussy and I'm comin to get it
I'm packin horse dick, so get the Vaseline ready
And have a Tampon or Cotex around
Cause I'ma fuck ya till your muthafuckin period come down
You say it ain't no man you can't handle
I put humps in your back like a goddamn camel
Yo, I run a mile for speed
And still I'll fuck any pornstar that you ever seen
Pussy, pussy, pussy, that's what I want
When I get to your pad, don't say that you don't
Wanna let my bone, meet your ham
Cause I'll strip you butt-naked and take yo goddamn
[Willie D]
Pussy, pussy, pusssy..
(Pussy -
Pussy ain't nothin but a greasy split
The ass though ain't but an inch from it
And if you miss that greasy split
"Ya know, I think these guys are different from the rest
The violent behavior displayed when dealing with their enemies
Is humanly inconcievable to people like you and me
Their lack of compassion towards men can only be rivaled
By the a gang of hoodlums lead bySatan himself
I can tell you this much I wouldn't wanna fuck with em"
Its lip talka from the motherfuckin lost boys
Rooster Park, 5th Ward
One on one you get beat down
Baby hurt got the 9 waitin to let off 12 rounds
You wanna start shit? Try it
I got niggaz on the north, east, south and west side
I'm lost motherfucker, I'm wicked
Up in yo ass is where a nigga might kick it
Flamingo is our hang out
We call it bloody 5th, ya get cha brains blown out
Big Iron got all streets sewed up
Come through Cally Court and get yo ass fucked
Ramin here got the car jack
And I'm Lil' back, I control on the phat sack
And them motherfuckin punks over here bitch
But if ya stack up I got back up
Bitch fuck your crew fuck your set
Fuck your posse fuck your click
We can take this shit to the morgue
You got homeboys, we got homeboys
[CHORUS x4]
Clock em, glock em
Drop em, Stop em
[Willie D]
Don't blame me for the motherfuckin slaughter
Nigga couldn't swim but he got into the water
Stuck his head in some shit, now he drownin
Like Bozo, I had to clown him
He and his boys tried to fold me
Called me to the square, but the square couldn't hold me
Now some were big and some were tall
But the bigger they come the harder they fall
God damn I ain't nothin nice
Fuckin with Will you fall quicker than Vanilla Ice
So all them niggaz that cha got witcha
Won't mean shit when I hitcha
With the pump, other assault weapon
"Didn't they ban that shit man?" Yeah, but I kept em
Wise up, gotta keep the ups
Its a must we bust in guns we trust
I can't fear another nigga G
Cause if he get smoked he gonna bleed just like me
My philosiphy is to hit em with the AK
So hear me when I say
Fuck your crew fuck your set
Fuck your posse fuck your click
We can take this shit to the morgue
You got homeboys, we got homeboys
[CHORUS]
[Rasir X]
Well its 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 motherfuckers
Runnin with the ruckus, niggaz be tryin to buck us
With the bang bang boogey, shoot em up typa shit
When niggaz get buck wild, I'm your Clark Kent
Come for red don't bar none what cha brangin, whatcha brung
Its run yo run you gone pay for whatcha done
Cause Rasir X Ray don't sleep till he pull a couple a strings
Call for back up niggaz straight off the cut
Niggaz backed up for miles
Filed up in files, piled up in piles ooo honey child
What we did was a must, when my niggaz start to bust
Its, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
And I trust ain't the nigga to get stuck with
I'm one hill billy motherfucker you don't wanna fuck with
I'm still rougher in the hills with that Uncle Will
And this is how a motherfucker feel
Fuck your crew fuck your set
Fuck your posse fuck your click
We can take this shit to the morgue
You got homeboys, we got homeboys
[CHORUS]
[Sho]
Wise up, we don't fuck around
Yeah I got some niggaz that'll lay yo ass down
We ain't scared ta shoot, we all clockin loot
Fuck with Sho I'll dress yo ass in a funeral suit
And if you try to steal me then notify your next of kin
Cause you done stepped into a lion's den
Where all my niggaz bitin
You can draw a gun, pull a knife, or we can old school fist fight
It really don't matter
Cause when the shit hit the fan I know my niggaz won't scatter
They got my back to the end
Now you lookin around this bitch tryin to find a fuckin friend
But now its too late
Plus I see some yellow tape
Nah, thats yo soul at hells gates
Fuck a 9 I gotta 37 shot clip bitch
You done fucked with the wrong click
[Willie D]
Mama's outside, barbecuing ribs and links,
It's Juneteenth, but to me it don't mean stink.
It's a day of emancipation, but everybody wonder why
Willie ain't celebrating.
But things ain't perfect.
I'm looking beyond the surface.
So instead of drinking beer, and playing Dominoes,
I'm sitting in the room with my eyes closed.
[chorus: K-Rino - some Jamaican]
White man and the mental yet ta black ol'shade,
White man and the mental yet ta blacd ol'shade?
For tellin' black mon no matta the dum'smarta rich
If the matta mo'mon jus a white mon's bitch
De givin us crack to let the ghetto people
Coming to the problem of the world,
blaming racial discrimination when they fuckin' up the self,
Willie D slap the thigh, and K-Rino crack despise
black mon get the government dick out ya eyez
[Willie D]
Follow me now, see, as I get a little deeper,
they think I'm a drug dealer, 'cause I wear a beeper.
But if I wasn't black, and I talked all proper,
they probably think I was a doctor.
I try to have the finest things in life,
but when I get'em, they say I'm not living right.
They search my house and car for no reason,
like it's muthafuckin' goddamn nigga season.
And it is when U think about it,
they hurt yo'ass, treat U like an animal, and bragg about it.
It's like a cop turnin' vicious as a 12-gauge
no wonder why he gets his picture on the front page.
Now even if you're light, and damn near white,
you'll get smoked, B-cuz yo' in the same boat tryin'
to surround yourself with white
folks in your video,
like Paula Abdul she's a silly ho.
Although U only might be one-percent black troop,
they still consider you a mook.
But she say's she ain't black, so how da'FUCK she figga?.
Yo bitch, u still a nigga.
[chorus - K-Rino - some Jamaican I imagine???]
Government broke in my house with they guns
so they busin' and breakin' cos' they paid to no one
Now they have a murder rap and they makin no stros
so I'm facin' incarceration in the police station,
There wasn't a bitch or a wicked assassin
since they comment homicide
offering to tend protection
resist conviction
cos the shot from da'honest white mon
now to hear some muthafuckin run.
[Willie D]
True niggas retaliate, they don't run.
I say we niggas 'cos they treat us like scum.
So get a nose job like Michael Jackson
Go to a white school, and change your accent.
U STILL A NIGGA, so how da'fuck U figga
since U moved out da'neighborhood,
and datin' a peckerwood,
that you're different from the rest of the clan.
Tryin' to get a job, and count how many doors slam.
Goddamn, I'm on a row.
I can't forget about my bald head hoes
To some, it's a fashion,
to wear weave and pony tails,
but the other hoes wanna be white girls.
Whodini said "Be Yourself, Trooper,"
U don't see white folks tryin' to act BLACK do ya.
So why U laughin' at the brotha in dreads,
u neet to get the chemicals out yo'own motherfuckin' heads!
No matter how U aim and change your game
['welfare bitch' 1]
Girl, your foodstamps ain't came yet
['welfare bitch' 2]
Girl, you're late, I got my shit and traded it in for a leather skirt
['welfare bitch' 1]
Them muthafuckas ain't send me my shit yet
But tomorrow I'm goin down there clown they muthafuckin ass
['welfare bitch' 2]
I know that's right, girl...
[VERSE 1: Willie D]
Dee's about to cold get funky
On you welfare bitches around the country
I don't give a damn if you like me or not
But this bullshit you're doin has got to stop
You're playin the government for a sucker
What you don't know is they're hip to you muthafuckas
Droppin babies one after another one
Just to increase your funky-ass income
Welfare bitch, welfare bitch if you could see
For this purpose, cause I believe
That a child should be born out of love
Dumb-ass bitch, you was only thinkin of
The money which is for the kid indeed
But you took it and satisfied your own damn needs
You ain't about shit, you only love uno
One of these days there ain't gonna be no
Welfare
Yeah
Welfare bitches
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare bitches
[VERSE 2: Willie D]
Sit around gettin high and drunk
Waitin on the muthafuckin first of the month
They never looked for a j-o-b
Cause they're too busy watchin the soaps on ABC
You realize it's only make-believe
But yet when one died get shocked and grieve
Thank Scorpio or Lucy or the rest of the crew?
Give a fuck about a po' broke hoe like you?
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare bitches
[VERSE 3: Willie D]
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Will trade foodstamps in a jet flash
A $65 bill get you 50 in cash
They're the muthafuckas that's makin it hard
For the people who really need the government involved
They have their kids lookin a mess
While they walk around sportin Gucci and Guess
You say you love your kids, that's a goddamn lie
I said it, you wanna know why?
Cause you'se a welfare bitch, a welfare bitch
So is your man
Here's his muthafuckin plan
He don't have to work as long as he sees
A welfare bitch that supports his needs
He get the three p's every goddamn day
Pussy, pay, and a place to stay
You're a sorry muthafucka if you live this way
You need your ass whipped, that's what I say
I ain't livin life with a dumb po' broke hoe
Willie the kid don't fuck with no
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare bitches
[VERSE 4: Willie D]
Welfare bitches can't do a muthafuckin thang for me
But suck my dick, cause I don't want the pussy
You fuck em one time and the goddamn whores
'll get pregant and swear up and down that it's yours
I got the money so you wanna get hit
Don't tell me that you're pregnant cause I ain't claimin shit
Don't try to play me cause I can't be pussy-whipped
So stay out my face and get off my dick
(I tell you, mister
I keeps me a welfare bitch
How ya think I got this Benz?
I tell ya
I keeps on zipped pockets
You can ask your mama there
I always get the three p's
She give me the damn three p's every goddamn day
Bitch treat me better than she treat her kids
You know
Anywhere in the Nickel
Down the [Name], the Bottom
And ask em do they know [Name]
They'll tell you
Yeah, he take a bitch to get the check
I'm lyin?
You could ask your mama
Maybe her son don't know
I tell you this though
I keeps on reptiles, leather, gold
Anytime you see me I'm ridin
Cause your mama bought me a gas car
Yeah
Think I'm lyin?
Ask your daddy, he was there
I pimped your father
I could tell he's a hoe
He a punk
Ha-ha
I go down there and tell em I want this
Then make sure your mama get it for me
Cause I'm the man down there
You can ask anybody who runs the welfare bitches in the Ward
Not this, not that
I'm the man!
Anybody comin down here talkin bout where they from, what they do
They don't do a damn thing
I do it all
Fuck Rodney King in his ass
When I see tha mothafucka I'ma blast
Boom in his head, boom, boom in his back just like that
Cause I'm tired of you good little niggas
Saying increase the peace and let the violence cease
When the black man built this country
But can't get his for the prejudiced honky
Rodney King, god damn sell-out
On TV crying for a cop
The same mothafuckas who beat the hell outcha
Now I wish they would've shotcha
Cause this shit is deeper than Vietnam
And ain't no room for the Uncle Tom
Let the white man dress you up and mess you up
I wouldn't be suprised if he sexed you up
Cause you look like a gay
Letting them white folks tell you what to say
But I'm glad that niggas stayed out of check
Cause that's the only thing rednecks respect
We don't want your welfare checks
Nigga need a real job to buy a rolex
And until we get it, we gonna keep throwing them things
Fuck Rodney King!
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
Fuck that nigga!
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
Now the Negro National Anthem:
"We shall overcome...we shall overcome..."
Fuck all that singing
I'ma be too busy swinging
That's the problem with the black folks
Always wanna bust a note
And hold hands and form rallies
And down niggas for fighting back in Cali
I'm down with the niggas who's nexting
Fuck all that god damn protesting
So don't try to pull it
5th Ward niggas fight bullets with bullets
Right between the eyes
So you can keep your mothafucking Noble Peace Prize
I said fuck Rodney King and I mean it
And any mothafucka out there who resent it
Cause didn't nobody set a fire for Willie D
When the laws beat the fuck out of me
Fuck Rodney King!
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
Fuck that nigga!
Fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em
Fuck that nigga!
Fuck that mothafucking sell-out hoe
They need to beat his ass some mo'
Fool talking about stop the violence
When niggas can't even shit in silence
I can't ride up the street with my homies without 5-0 all on me
Riding my tailgate and running my god damn license plate
Sweating Willie D since I'm a minority
They fuck with me, I still got a lot of grudges
It's high time that we take out some judges
And some congressmen and senators who cheat us
And all of these so called black leaders
Like Craig Washington, nigga sound dense
Trying to play both sides of the fence
Brown nosing cause he was chosen
By the whites to make niggas act right
You can't lead the black struggle
And be friends with the enemy, mothafucka
While you trying to keep your fucking job
Black folks getting robbed
But when it's time for the revolution
I'ma click, click, click, fuck this rap shit
Cause money ain't shit but a grief
If you ain't got no peace
Gotta come on with it, get down for my little Willies
So they con come up strong and live long
Born, born, born, born, born, born, born killer
I'm that mothafucking god damn nigga
The brother that's tougher than any other you cover
The one you don't wanna take home to your mother
Fuck a loose screw, let me enlighten
I got a whole mothafucking toolbox need tighten
Fast like lighting, punch like Tyson
It's a clash of titans when I start fighting
So what's a god damn reporter?
A nigga with a foot in his ass and a tape recorder
Dissing W-I double L-I-E-D
And don't know shit about me
But you don't see me running
I'm from the ghetto, hoe, so I keep coming...
With more nerves, more verbs, more cuss words
To fuck with the suburds
You can't stand me or can me
Bullets gonna go thru people if you ban me
Cause you fucking with my livelihood
For your health that ain't no good
Like Breed I'm 20 below and getting colder
Going out lika soldier...
Crisp and clean I'm leaving the scene
Blowing mothafuckas to smithereens
And if I fall you know they didn't pimp me
Cause the banana clip will be empty
You say: Willie, clean up your act
And maybe you can sell more records than that
Survival comes before principles and morals
So to the man on the street I'ma stay loyal
And fuck up those who oppose
Outta there smelling like a rose
You ain't never seen a mothafucka kill a mothafucka
Lika mothafucka named Willie D mothafucka
Rambo can't go
And Robocop get dropped like a hoe
By something that they never saw
An M-72A2 mothafucking law
We can rumble in the jungle
Or have a World War 3 right here on the concrete
God damn, I done told ya
(Willie D) goin' out lika soldier...
Fuck this, fuck that is my motto
Willie D is fucking everybody like a hot hoe
So you better put a condom on your ear
Cause I'm burning up the normal shit you hear
Smoking, smoking
Y'all mothafuckas know I ain't joking
I've been paying my dues for a decade
(What time it is?) It's time to get paid
Yeah, fuck the bullshit
And that nigga standing at the damn pulpit
I left Charlie Brown on the cut
Cause I felt like Snoopy working for peanuts
Now my ass is soe
And I can't be fucked no mo'
So if you wanna test me, that'll hold ya
I'm goin' out lika soldier...
I'm goin' out lika S-O-L-D-I-E-R
Pumped up for an all out war
Searching like a predator
With an M-16 looking for a magazine editor
I know they don't write the columns
But they co-sign every volume
So I'm cutting off the head of state
So the rest of the body can't operate
And while I'm into the slaughter
I may as well bust a cap on a TV reporter
And a DJ by the way
For giving that wicky wack shit radio play
If that's your preference so be it
But I'ma call it like I mothafucking see it
And never be a pop chart trick
Y'all talk loud but you don't say shit
I'd rather boycott that picture
And rap about that which affects ya
You wonder why the cussing won't disappear
God damn, we ain't happy down here
Willie D got problems
So when mom walk in, turn down the volume
And act like you're doing your homework
Or get your pussy or your dick knocked in the dirt
There's a vet in your vicinity
So pump up Ice Cube and jam Public Enemy
And let the O.G. Ice-T kick a rhyme that'll mold ya
Fight the fight alone
When the world is full of victims
Dims a fading light
In our souls
Leave the peace alone
Now we all are slowly changing
Dims a fading light
In our souls
In my opinion seeing is to know
The things we hold
Are always first to go
And who's to say
We won't end up alone
[CHORUS]
On broken wings I'm falling
And it won't be long
The skin on me is burning
By the fires of the sun
On skinned knees
I'm bleeding
And it won't be long
I've got to find that meaning
I'll search for so long
Cry ourselves to sleep
We will sleep alone forever
Will you lay me down
In the same place with all I love
Mend the broken homes
Care for them they are our brothers
Save the fading light in our souls
In my opinion seeing is to know
What you give
Will always carry you
And who's to say
We won't survive it too
[CHORUS]
Set a-free all
Relying on their will
To make me all that I am
And all that I'll be
Set a-free all
Will fall between the cracks
With memories of all that I am
And I'll that I'll be
Drank so much last night
I think that I drowned
But now my cup is empty
No one has seen my will around
Now my heart is aching
Sometimes I fall asleep for days
But my bed is empty
I know I am too set in my ways
Tell all I am ok
So burn it down
Discover the dusk of your day
Has reached its dawn
So burn it down
Remember to find a new way to carry on
Flew so high last night
I think that I fell to the ground so heavy
Woke up to find this living hell
It used to be so easy
Hard to tell my nights now from my days
The curtains hide my feelings
Don't feel I have any right to pray
And they will find me someday, Someday
So burn it down
Discover the dusk of your day
Has reached its dawn
So burn it down
Remember to find a new way to carry on
So burn it down
Discover the dusk of your day
Has reached its dawn
So burn it down
Remember to find a new way to carry on
And whatever takes us anyway
Will be the same to drive us on
Remember to find a new day
So burn it down
Discover the dusk of your day
Has reached its dawn
So burn it down
Remember to find a new way to carry on
So burn it down
Discover the dusk of your day
Has reached its dawn
So burn it down
As your will is bent and broken
and every vision has been cast into the wind
as your courage crashes down before your eyes
don't lay down and die
'Cause I see in you
More than you'll ever know
And I ask you, "Why
You question the strength inside?"
And you need to know
How it feels to be alive
When every wound has been re-opened
And in this world of give and take, you must have faith
And the distance to your dreams stretch beyond reach
Don't lay down and die
Cause I see in you
More than you'll ever know
And I ask you, "Would
You question the strength inside?"
And you need to know
How it feels to be alive...
How it feels
How it feels to be alive...
How it feels
How it feels to be alive...
How it feels
How it feels to be alive...
Cause I see in you
More than you'll ever know
And I ask you, "Would
You question the strength inside?"
And you need to know
How it feels to be alive...
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