• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Pit - The Dead Milkmen
• The Pit - Skinny Puppy
• The Pit - Entwine
• The Pit - Crucified
• The Pit - The Crucified
• The Pit - Silversun Pickups
• The Pit - Dipset

- Are you ready Dave?
- Uh-huh.
- Malory?
- Ok.
- Joe?
- I don't know.
- Well alright fellas... Let's GOoo!!!
Hee and a hoe
And I love my baby so
In the bottom of the bottomless pit
Don't make a sound
Or we might drag your baby down
To the bottom of the bottomless pit
I'm covered with slime and ick and goo
But that's ok, 'cause my woman is too
And we live in the stench of a dirt-walled hole
And we don't give a damn about pest control
It's a hee and a hoe
God I love my baby so
In the bottom of the bottomless pit
Don't make a sound
Or we might drag your baby down
To the bottom of the bottomless pit
Well, call us nauseating if that's what you please
Or call us Ron and Nancy 'cause it's all the same disease
This kind of thing happens in the best of homes
This kind of thing happens wherever I roam
It's a hee and a hoe
And I love my baby so
In the bottom of the bottomless pit
Don't make a sound
Or we might drag your baby down
To the bottom of the bottomless pit
I wanna hear you shout the words to this song
So let's all join in and we'll all sing along
And maybe scare the neighbours or your mom and dad
Or maybe get rich off some brand new fad!
It's a hee and a hoe
And I love my baby so
In the bottom of the bottomless pit
Don't make a sound
Or we might drag your baby down
To the bottom of the bottomless pit

(high vocals that start in left channel):
??? somebody
Such a chemical
??? someone ask me
Rain, rain, rain, rain on a b note song
??? I keep trippin with that same old paw
??? for the future
red same old ball
Keep skipping up that dumb wall
The chemical represses all
I don't wanna let it happen
I ???
On a street on a corner
Ooh, I don't want you
I keep trippin
I get a vision of all
I got to get it
I got to go where I always was
I don't know
I keep skipping
I want to find a type of drug
Time is your reach, reach out
Time for your cancer melt
Your lines
Its cute
(Low vocals that start in right channel):
They take ??? species of canine to the end
When I had that position they would take these nails and drive them through the skin at the edge of my fingers
On both hands so I wouldn't move them anymore
On both hands so I wouldn't move them anymore
??? plastics caps put them in my head
Up the back of my head
They would take the ??? start drive down it would, I would quiver put my eyes in the position ??? back
22 yards
When I had that position they would take these nails and drive them through the edge of the skin
Through the edge of the skin
When I had that position they would take 200 nails and drive them though the skin at the edge of my fingers
I couldn't move them anymore
I couldn't move them anymore
Anymore
Anymore

I sleep to dream away
Stuck inside a dream
I feel a breeze blowing through my mind
I hear her calling me
She lays all in ruins
And suffocates everything I love
I pray someday the sun will shine on me
I dance throughout the night in pale moonlight
I'm sliding into her sin
The pain is cast aside
I think it's time to leave it all behind
I'm in a ring of fire
All I had is gone
Forever lost
Oh please set me free
I pray someday the sun will shine on me
I dance throughout the night in pale moonlight
I'm losing faith in who I am, so:
I pray someday the sun will shine on me

mosh into the circling pit
slamming to a power fit
once you're in
you can't get out
fear is banished in a shout
fun is what you will find
when you have a peaceful mind
enter not with violent thoughts
take your violence elsewhere
into the circling pit
feel the power grip your mind
adrenaline is in your veins
rush the stage and dive
fall into the crowd below
end it with a final blow
fatigue is now an enemy
will the slamming ever slow?
the violence within - controlling your mind
Christ can relieve the pressure inside
no longer bound to ignorant thoughts

mosh into the circling pit
slamming to a power fit
once you're in
you can't get out
fear is banished in a shout
fun is what you will find
when you have a peaceful mind
enter not with violent thoughts
take your violence elsewhere
into the circling pit
feel the power grip your mind
adrenaline is in your veins
rush the stage and dive
fall into the crowd below
end it with a final blow
fatigue is now an enemy
will the slamming ever slow?
the violence within - controlling your mind
Christ can relieve the pressure inside
no longer bound to ignorant thoughts
don't waste your time on mentality lost

I'm marching through the branches in a fit of wanderlust
To see you in a black hole reaching out for something just
Silhouettes of neighbors dancing in disgust
I'm sure you recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit
Been told to be afraid of everything that lives within
But it's much worse where you are
So will you go for it?
I have a feeling you might
Feeling you might
Somebody somewhere
Will clean out your wounds
With dirty fingers
We'll bury the lie
Somebody somewhere
Will clean out your wounds
We'll bury the lie
Bury the lie
Now we tumble down a hill to a fire with a crowd
The flicker becomes thicker as we bottom out
The residents don't even notice the sudden shouts
When your eyes can adjust and you see what's in view
Discolored and distempered smiles that seen you
Do you realize we were all once like you?
I have a feeling you might
Feeling you might
Somebody somewhere
Will clean out your wounds
With dirty fingers
We'll bury the lie
Somebody somewhere
Will clean out your wounds
We'll bury the lie
Bury the lie
No, no
No one comes
No one goes
No, no
No one comes
No one goes
Running lies my noise and you heard about the Pit
Been told to be afraid of everything that comes within
We can talk about it later
But I think you've given in
We can talk about it later
But I think you've given in
I had a feeling you might
Bury the lie

[J.R. Writer]
Holla
No sorrow haters wrapped in a Tahoe
For all those who saw J smash the Apollo yikes
All covered in ice like I was standing in Times Square
On "The Day After Tomorrow" holla
I'm in to bigger dough, sicker flow
Rocky dial what make it possible to Rocky-bow hit your hoe
I feel like Bigelow 'cause ever since I got the churp number
All I been hearing was bleep like the Springer show
I got Poppa Al money you got pocket-style money
Doggie, these maurie's try a thou' dunny
Girl's dropping wild funny
Soon as I step in and want to grab on the gator like Crocodile Dundy
See I'm the worst round, you'll hit the dirt ground
I surf towns in Jaguars that's dirt brown
I know it hurt clown, to see me laid in a suite
Under sheets, stuffed with more feathers than a First Down
Comfortable
[Hell Rell]
I copped a couple K's for the beef when it goes down
I told niggaz that they couldn't eat in they own town
Fuck off the strip, for I bust off a clip
My time is money I got to get the fuck off this brick
Follow me around and we'll see the life of a hustler
Follow you around and we'll see the life of a buster
Beat down, smacked up, robbed every minute
And my soldiers, they treat me like I'm God every minute
Hot as a fuck, but don't get acknowledged enough
This is grade-A piff you got garbage to puff
And when it come to my rocks get it polished and buffed
Same thing with your girl I get polished and buffed
A few bricks on the table, I'm smoking by the pound
If I don't blow I'm on the next thing smoking out of town
I'm sitting on grenades, I'm sitting on some blades
Yay, flip it suede fitted sitting on my braids
Nigga I got gats to tuck and Cadillac the truck
I deal with mathematics homeboy and you ain't adding up
Two plus two don't equal five
I eat the truth but feed you lies you bitch nigga
And I ain't ask to come through, man I'm barging out
From now on you address me as ?
[40 Cal]
I'm the kid from 140 baby
40 making all the cake
My dope like tsunami, I kill 'em off a water weight
You play 50 get your story straight
Niggaz up in 50 minus 2, that's ya number due, the 48
Well do the math, the nigga's a problem
You broke, ya dead broke when I kill 'em and rob 'em
40, niggaz think they can call shots.
Y'all ain't got no winds you lost hair like a bald spot
You want the Tupac Shakur props?
But it's like a disease now 'cause all y'all got is smallpox
And that's off top at ya door with 4 knocks
40 catch vicks in they halls like coughdrops
Porsche box, school you how to sell the coke-a
'Cause "Diplomat" without the "t" spells diploma
Tryna, tell you dolja, the flame in ya ass
The game in a smash, 40 keep his name in a stash
You the type to go to jail, turn ya name to Shebazz
I'm a menace, the O-Dog with the 'Caine on the ave