'Aldo' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

La mafia uccide solo d'estate (2013)

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Genres: Comedy, Crime, Romance,

Actors Antonino Bruschetta (actor), Cristiana Capotondi (actress), Marco Martani (writer), Leonardo Amato (actor), Claudio Gioè (actor), Lorenzo Mieli (producer), Cristiano Travaglioli (editor), Lorenzo Moneta (miscellaneous crew), Mario Gianani (producer), Olivia Sleiter (producer), Barbara Tabita (actress), Pif (writer), Pif (actor), Pif (director), Santi Pulvirenti (composer),

La banda dei Babbi Natale (2010)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Angela Finocchiaro (actress), Giorgio Colangeli (actor), Marco Spoletini (editor), Remo Remotti (actor), Cochi Ponzoni (actor), Aldo (writer), Aldo (actor), Giovanni Esposito (actor), Giacomo (writer), Giacomo (actor), Giovanni (writer), Giovanni (actor), Massimo Popolizio (actor), Bernardo Galli (miscellaneous crew), Paolo Genovese (director),

La vida por Perón (2004)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Oscar Marcos Azar (producer), Oscar Marcos Azar (miscellaneous crew), Luis Ziembrowski (writer), Luis Ziembrowski (actor), Cristina Banegas (actress), Belén Blanco (actress), Jean Pierre Reguerraz (actor), Oscar Alegre (actor), Edgardo Pabano (producer), Beatriz Thibaudin (actress), Sergio Bellotti (director), Sergio Bellotti (producer), Sergio Bellotti (writer), Esteban Lamothe (actor), Carmen Baliero (composer),

Paul Newman (2001)

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Genres: Short,

Actors Simona Nasi (actress), Michele Di Mauro (director), Alessandro Adriano (actor), Stefania Bertola (writer), Davide Leone (editor),

Chiedimi se sono felice (2000)

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Genres: Comedy, Drama,

Actors Giuseppe Battiston (actor), Antonio Catania (actor), Augusto Zucchi (actor), Gianni Carpentieri (miscellaneous crew), Claudio Cormio (editor), Aldo (director), Aldo (writer), Aldo (actor), Giacomo (director), Giacomo (writer), Giovanni (director), Giovanni (actor), Giovanni (writer), Giacomo (actor), Paola Cortellesi (actress),

Soccer AM (1992)

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Genres: Comedy, Sport,

Taglines:

It's a marathon, not a sprint

Actors Mark Aldridge (actor), Mark Aldridge (actor), Mark Aldridge (miscellaneous crew), Mark Aldridge (actor), Mark Aldridge (actor), Mark Aldridge (actor), Mark Aldridge (actor), John Fendley (actor), John Fendley (actor), John Fendley (actor), John Fendley (actor), John Fendley (actor), John Fendley (actor), John Fendley (actor), John Fendley (actor),

Opération Ypsilon (1987)

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Genres: ,

Actors Vlasta Vrana (actor), Peter Kassovitz (director), Ihsan Baysal (actor), Yves Beneyton (actor), Ihsan Yüce (actor), Sümer Tilmaç (actor), Raymond Bouchard (actor), Bruno Cremer (actor), Didier Flamand (actor), Vadim Glowna (actor), Erol Günaydin (actor), Tanju Korel (actor), Peter Kassovitz (writer), Bernard Le Coq (actor), Roberto Bisacco (actor),

Battle for the Planet of the Apes (1973)

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Genres: Action, Sci-Fi,

Taglines:

The final chapter in the incredible Apes saga. The most suspenseful showdown ever filmed as two civilizations battle for the right to inherit what's left of the earth!

Quotes:

Virgil: Teacher only reverted to type under provocation. He... he spoke like a slavemaster in the old days of our servitude when we were conditioned to mechanical obedience. He, uh, he uttered a negative, uh, imperative.::Caesar: Could you put that into words which even Caesar could understand?::Virgil: Uh, he said, "No, Aldo, no!"

Mandemus: Stop! Stop! Caesar forbids yoooooou!

[first lines]::Title Card: North America, 2670 A.D.::The Lawgiver: In the beginning God created beast and man so that both might live in friendship and share dominion over a world of peace. But in the fullness of time evil men betrayed God's trust and in disobedience to His holy word waged bloody wars, not only against their own kind, but against the apes, whom they reduced to slavery. Then God in his wrath sent the world a saviour, miraculously born of two apes who descended on Earth from Earth's own future and man was afraid for both parent apes possessed the power of speech

Virgil: All knowledge is for good. Only the use to which you put it can be good or evil.

Caesar: Can one murder be avenged by another?::Virgil: Perhaps only the future will tell.

Black girl: Lawgiver, who knows about the future?::The Lawgiver: Perhaps only the dead.

Actors Lew Ayres (actor), James Bacon (actor), Leonard Rosenman (composer), Paul Williams (actor), Colleen Camp (actress), J. Lee Thompson (director), Kim Hunter (actress), Roddy McDowall (actor), John Huston (actor), Claude Akins (actor), Severn Darden (actor), John Landis (actor), Don Record (miscellaneous crew), Eric Braeden (actor), David Gerrold (actor),

Commandos (1968)

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Genres: Action, Drama, War,

Taglines:

Seven men who stood between Rommel's Afrika Korps and ultimate victory.

Actors Lee Van Cleef (actor), Pier Paolo Capponi (actor), Ivano Staccioli (actor), Giacomo Piperno (actor), Heinz Reincke (actor), Giovanni Ivan Scratuglia (actor), Joachim Fuchsberger (actor), Götz George (actor), Jack Kelly (actor), Giampiero Albertini (actor), Romano Puppo (actor), Marino Masé (actor), Gianni Pulone (actor), Lorenzo Piani (actor), Marilù Tolo (actress),

Procès de famille (1957)

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Genres: ,

Actors Diego Fabbri (writer), François Darbon (actor), Guy Tréjan (actor), Judith Magre (actress), Marcel Cravenne (director), Germaine Montero (actress), Michel Arnaud (writer), Jean-Marie Amato (actor),

Aldo Filmography

• Ci vuole un gran fisico 2013, role: actor, character name: Tassista Play in Full Screen
• La banda dei Babbi Natale 2010, role: actor, character name: Aldo Play in Full Screen
• La banda dei Babbi Natale 2010, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Océans 2009, role: actor, character name: Narrator Play in Full Screen
• Baarìa 2009, role: actor, character name: Speculator Play in Full Screen
• Il cosmo sul comò 2008, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Il cosmo sul comò 2008, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Un filo intorno al mondo 2006, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Anplagghed al cinema 2006, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Anplagghed al cinema 2006, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Tu la conosci Claudia? 2004, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Tu la conosci Claudia? 2004, role: actor, character name: Aldo Baglio Play in Full Screen
• La leggenda di Al, John e Jack 2002, role: actor, character name: Al Play in Full Screen
• La leggenda di Al, John e Jack 2002, role: director, Play in Full Screen
• La leggenda di Al, John e Jack 2002, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Chiedimi se sono felice 2000, role: director, Play in Full Screen
• Chiedimi se sono felice 2000, role: actor, character name: Aldo Play in Full Screen
• Chiedimi se sono felice 2000, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Tutti gli uomini del deficiente 1999, role: actor, character name: Japanese gang member Play in Full Screen
• Così è la vita 1998, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Così è la vita 1998, role: actor, character name: Aldo Baglio Play in Full Screen
• Così è la vita 1998, role: director, Play in Full Screen
• Tre uomini e una gamba 1997, role: actor, character name: Aldo Baglio Play in Full Screen
• Tre uomini e una gamba 1997, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Tre uomini e una gamba 1997, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Tre uomini e una gamba 1997, role: director, Play in Full Screen
• Tre uomini e una gamba 1997, role: actor, character name: Leather jacket guy in 'Biglietto Amaro' Play in Full Screen
• Tre uomini e una gamba 1997, role: actor, character name: Gangster #1 Play in Full Screen
• Mai dire gol 1990, role: actor, character name: Himself - Various Play in Full Screen
• Kamikazen ultima notte a Milano 1987, role: actor, character name: Client at the restaurant Play in Full Screen
• Il... Belpaese 1977, role: actor, character name: Baker's Boy Play in Full Screen

Aldo Filmography

• The Wounded 2003, role: actor, character name: Soccer Player #4 Play in Full Screen

Aldo Filmography

• Italian Interviews 1999, role: actor, Play in Full Screen

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  Vein Watershow lyrics

  Vein Water

  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

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  Sitient Nullshow lyrics

  Sitient Null

  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

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  Feeding The Wormsshow lyrics

  Feeding The Worms

  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

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  Two Of Meshow lyrics

  Two Of Me

  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

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  Mutene Ang (Multitrack Improvisation)show lyrics

  Mutene Ang (Multitrack Improvisation)

  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)

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  Lo Flux Tubeshow lyrics

  Lo Flux Tube

  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?

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  Special Olympicsshow lyrics

  Special Olympics

  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...

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  Corpse Full Of Gunkshow lyrics

  Corpse Full Of Gunk

  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

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  Supermarket Monstrosityshow lyrics

  Supermarket Monstrosity

  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!

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  Pericynthionshow lyrics

  Pericynthion

  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

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  No Hoeshow lyrics

  No Hoe

  Intro
  [I wish I could go along with you but I do have a
  problem. I've got
  My (Soul! ) but I can't find my (Damn Hoe! )]
  Verse 1
  Poor X not only do I headsweat from headsets
  Full time Era come at X from knockin' Z's correct
  Next step's to count sheep
  But too many sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles they sleep
  Yeah they sleep I think I'll check a shorter story
  Title: Bo's Hoe sound's boring perfect for these
  Sleepless nights, though I feel quite over-aged
  Yeah, I know... turn the page
  Verse 2
  [Ha-ha huh... let's begin! ]
  Book-marks the first page
  And reads once upon an age in a far far land
  Lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course
  From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across
  Just to witness Sam's crop business
  Boomin' like the big guy's, but get this
  Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams
  He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah)
  Page 2: Sam view's the sight -
  What goes at Bo's over his picket white
  Slowly he peeks only to see Bo plantin'
  Sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe
  Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', more sweatin'
  Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib, forgettin'
  'Bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey D would say Sam's
  tricky
  The plot thickens, onto page 3...
  Verse 3
  Top of the mornin', sun's up, skies are blue
  Once nothin... then cock-a-doodle-doo
  All three knew this tool more than well
  Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells
  Well, clock says Sam's off to tend to his crop
  Time says Farmer Tom's off to mop
  Bo's up and at 'em, then twitches one eye
  For something here is not quite cipher
  "E-I-E-I-O!" screamed Bo
  "Left on my lawn, now it's gone, where's my hoe?
  O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds
  Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds?
  Plus make true my foremost desire
  To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire?"
  By, uh, 100% life gets hard
  When one hoe goes from one's garden
  Verse 4
  Page 4: Little Bo weeped
  Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped
  Through a hole in Sam's six foot fence
  Where Sam was seen plantin' tall and short pea plants
  Hence the moral of the fable:
  Always keep a boring book on your night table
  A Tom is not able
  But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your
  yard

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  Freak Nowshow lyrics

  Freak Now

  who is the freak now?
  who is the freak? i am.
  where is the freak?
  under the bridge
  bury the freak

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  Happy Tantrumshow lyrics

  Happy Tantrum

  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?

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  Disconnect Selfshow lyrics

  Disconnect Self

  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

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  elbmessasiDshow lyrics

  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
  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

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  Mutene Angshow lyrics

  Mutene Ang

  [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]

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  Total Hagshow lyrics

  Total Hag

  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

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  Colostomy Grab-Bagshow lyrics

  Colostomy Grab-Bag

  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

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  I Laugh As I Chewshow lyrics

  I Laugh As I Chew

  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

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  Lepers w/o Feetshow lyrics

  Lepers w/o Feet

  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

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  Outliveshow lyrics

  Outlive

  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...

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  Ebbshow lyrics

  Ebb

  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

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  Wisdom Lostshow lyrics

  Wisdom Lost

  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

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  Creyap'nillashow lyrics

  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

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  Marzuraanshow lyrics

  Marzuraan

  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

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  Tracheotomy Peashootershow lyrics

  Tracheotomy Peashooter

  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

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  Cocaineshow lyrics

  Cocaine

  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...

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  Bathrooms Ruleshow lyrics

  Bathrooms Rule

  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

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  Play Witcha Mommashow lyrics

  Play Witcha Momma

  [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

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  Kinky

  [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]

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  I Wanna Fuck Your Mama

  [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

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  Recipe 4 A Murder

  [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

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  Somethin' Good

  [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

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  Welfare Bitches

  ['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

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  Throat

  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]

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  I Need Some Pussy

  (...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

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  Bald Headed Hoes

  [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

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  Dear God

  [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

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  Fuck Me Now

  [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

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  Whatcha Know About That

  [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?

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  Do It Like It G.o.

  [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

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  Rodney K

  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

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  Pussy In The Click

  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

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  Guess My Religion

  [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

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  Is It Real

  [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]

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  U Still A Aggin

  [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

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  I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier

  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

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  U Got Homeboys We Got Homeboys

  "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

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  Gun Talk

  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

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  Find The Real

  Stuck in the middle
  I burrow inside
  Back to the cradle
  Away from the burdens
  Of all my crimes
  Before it's fatal
  The past has found me
  The truth come out
  Always remember
  With no place to fall
  But straight down
  I must surrender
  Well it seems I've finally
  Thought of everything
  I want to love
  I want to feel
  Find peace
  Find the real
  There's a face I put on
  All my life
  The face of an angel
  I look in the mirror
  Only to find
  The face of a stranger
  And all that I've taken
  I hunger for more
  Cause I'm selfish
  And all I'm left with
  Is a crown of thorns
  And I'm helpless
  Well it seems I've finally
  Thought of everything
  I want to love
  I want to feel
  Find peace
  Find the real
  I'll trade these lies for something right
  I will kill what hurts with something pure
  I will be redeemed so I can breathe again
  Well it seems I've finally
  Thought of everything
  I want to love
  I want to feel
  Find peace
  Find the real