• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Take Out - Widespread Panic
• The addict - Papa Roach
• The Way To Go Out - Hunters & Collectors
• The Edict - White Skull
• The addict - Lauren Hoffman
• The Dugout - Boot Camp Clik
• The Ticket - Are You God

Instrumental

*scream*
Well I'm a junkie
For the quick fix
Addicted to the fast life tonight
Control me, consult me
I wanna get lost in the pleasures
of my flesh like a sick boy tonight
Control me, consult me
Will I make it through
This treacherous situation
I'm livin my life
surrounded by temptation
I'm addicted
I'm giving into you
I'm addicted
I need another hit of you
I'm addicted
I'm giving into you
I'm addicted
I need another hit of you
I've got a pocket full of pills
And I'm lookin for a cheap thrill tonight
Control me, consult me
I've got a disaster on my hands
Cause I'm livin like a criminal tonight
Control me, consult me
Will I make it through
This treacherous situation
I'm livin my life
surrounded by temptation
I'm addicted
I'm giving into you
I'm addicted
I need another hit of you
I'm addicted
I'm giving into you
I'm addicted
I need another hit of you
I'm giving into you
I'm giving into you
I keep giving into you
GIVING INTO YOU
I'm addicted
I'm giving into you
I'm addicted
I need another hit of you
I'm addicted
I'm giving into you
I'm addicted
GIVING INTO YOU
Keep giving into you
I need another hit of you
I keep giving into you

Well the air was so light it fell like a feather
Fell down upon the land where the people walked
Well I ran and I ran from one house to another
I sweated out the fear that the boss-god taught
I saw a rusty old woman giving birth in the gutter
I went down upon my knees when the little tacker talked
And the way to go out was in a bottle of fear
In a body of anger and a gut full of beer
And Mt Nameless was listening, listening, listening, listening
Mt Nameless was listening
Well her hair was so light it fell like a feather
Fell down upon the line in the people's court
And she walked though the door with her hands tied together
Spitting on the faces that the boss-god bought
And that rusty old woman's giving birth in the gutter
I went down upon my knees when the little tacker talked
And Mt Nameless was listening, listening, listening, listening
Mt Nameless was listening
And the way to go out
The way to go out, the way to go out

They called people in a special mass
During the homily the priest showed the cross
Show me your right hand and swear on the Bible
Who is infected now go forward
The snake is here crawling everywhere
I'm scared of my relatives and...
[chorus]
Accusing all my neighbours
I'll save my soul
This is the result
Of your fanatic Edict
Majorca was the first time, three hundred and thirty seven
People self denounced and confessed their own guilt
Two thousand and four hundred did the same in Toledo

As a willowy tendril curls from my lip
I think to myself ";This is it
Just one more breath of your fragrant death
Before I quit ";
In the haze of your gaze I teeter and sway
Nothing compares with this
But I've quit you before and I'll do it again
My deadly friend
I come apart at the seams and very bone screams
But still I deny the call
After all, my will is strong
But not for long
'Cause I'm addicted to this
Your venomous kiss
I'm addicted to this
In the haze of your gaze I teeter and sway
Nothing compares with this
But I've quit you before and I'll do it again
My deadly friend
I'm addicted to this
Your venomous kiss
I'm addicted to this

[1-900-BOOTCAMP]
*BEEP*
'Ello, I would like to meet
some people from da Bootcamp
like Top Dawg, Louieville, yaknahmsayin?
..
Whattup all you at Boot Camp, y'know?
KnowhatI'msayin?
Yo I just got them new O.G.C. and whatnot
It's madd, crazy bangin kid
Yo uhh I just, givin y'all a call
to tell y'all how dope all y'all are
You like, one of my favorite groups
The whole Boot Camp Clik is like
ya know, just da bomb, y'know?
..
[Louieville]
Is there a caller out there? ";L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga";
Speak
[1-900-BOOTCAMP]
Thanks for just makin all this bangin
music for me to listen to, give me ";L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga";
somethin to do y'know? And thanks for
not bein all commercialized ";L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga";
[Louieville]
Right, thank you very much
Thank you very much
We gonna keep the good shit comin ";L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga";
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Chorus: Buckshot and Bootcamp
Louie Louie, ohh, ohh ";L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga";
You gotta let em know
Gotta let em know ";L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga";
(repeat 2X)
[Louieville]
Batter's up! 'Ville Slugga, Clap wit Originoo Gun Wun
Starang Wondah, D.O.'s on guard
I hear brothers talk about burners, you know them
had gat happy, to slap thee 'pon the streets like ?I heat papi?
But peep it, you watch men, get stuffed like stockings
and wishes, True Two snatch away his Christmas
No hustle, no game, damn shit do change
For instance, let this nigga paint the page
Three men fall, three suffer from withdrawal
Three hit the top, get stuck, but can't move no more
Three rise like your eye of Da Storm
Cruise above and beyond, brother grab your buns
No fun because it's on
Chorus
";L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga";, ";L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga";
";Comin for you, so mother-fu-fuckers
Run.. run.. run for cover";
[Louieville]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
In the outfield playin, here we go, continuation
Street exam on my Headz adjacent (gotcha)
math, science, algebric
All you motherfuckers claimin that it's strictly biz-ness
on your behalf, I'll shape your mass
Single deuce-deuce you call Boots there'll be no tails/tales
Just beginning, to leave all thy foes trembling
Remem-bring, that ain't a damn giving
to this Clik, so, fucks best get off it
Wasting airtime with rhymes about garments
You dead, there'll be no war be nuff said
Jet, baby bro you gwan have to break a leg
You can't see, weak-ass close as you stand
That's the type of shit that make you niggaz say, ";Damn!";
Think, with your 3-D, ready to broke in Species?
I feed you fools your own feces
The battle, Originoo Gunn Clap Two hack fools
My motherfuckin crew will not have you
I drop lines to entice minds
but then recite mines when given the right time
I put the mood in your groove, you be like
'Oooh he's smooth I like that dude,' correction --
No disrespectin the God that's why your heads Bob
in the dick lick motion, I move these here waves
way back into the ocean, huss bust it off like that
to the Originoo Gunn Two Clap
Chorus
[Louieville]
Who wanna dose of this, you'll be our guests left motionless
Para', I see you shakin in your shadow
You caught up, from our come up, lookin dumb-faceted
Goin for the gold, cause here, it ain't just playin
Chorus (substitute ";So motherfuckers run for cover"; for scratches)
";So motherfuckers run for cover"; *cut and scratch to fade*

Telephone ringing at your home again
Give them
Your donation
You do
The best you can
These motherfuckers
Get you in their game, playing with your prayers
Religion is a gun
Kill'em all
Behind sweet talks one sacred farce
Peace for the world for your money to bring
My friend you're a loser
Many ways to be a good man
Helping the poor to find a good life
Rich life
For the fake
Fake
This, the path to your salvation
When will you finally understand?
What a reason for donations!
Guilt you feel for exploitation
Damage your checkbook has to repair
Maybe you should take the pain
Pay the price
Or ask yourself the worth of your bought prayers
Heaven for a price
Mansions and limousines
Jets and filthy yatchs
Your guilt -
Maintained to keep them fat
Dig deep
Your pocket has no end
They drop their pants and you will bend
Your home
Your car
Sell your kids and you'll go far
Your life
A hole
What's gone now returns above
Abandon all reason
Freeze your flesh and blood
And then when you're in heaven
You will sadly realize
Abandon all reason
Freeze your flesh and blood
You will sadly realize