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>other anons have to guess the song

Use sex fo' control
Use juice fo' power
Use don't give a fuck bout fo' freedom
Use scrilla fo' wackty
Use scrilla fo' wackty

Take control n' keep it
Take control n' keep it
Don't let go
Don't let go

Dude was yo' playa
Bitch was yo' playa
Dude was yo' playa
Bitch was yo' playa
They was wrong, they was wrong
They was wrong, they was wrong
Turn against them
Turn against them

Sex
Power
Money
Hate

Take control n' keep it
Take control n' keep it
Don't let go
Don't let go

Juice fo' power
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' powerz sake
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' powerz sake
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' powerz sake
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' powerz sake
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' powerz sake
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' powerz sake
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' powerz sake
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' power
Juice fo' powerz sake

Ah tha lengthenin minutes up in tha refinery
Belchin fire tha fuck into tha sky
Us dudes do our dopest vampire routines
As we suck tha dyin minutes dry
Da night is ghettofab as a rose
If I peep sunlight hit you
I be shizzle dat we'll both decompose

Ah tha fitful chill n' tha fire engines
That I trip of when I dream
Some dizzle we'll both raise up fo' good
I'ma try hard not ta scream
Da evenin wind will shake tha blinds
Yo ass is stirrin from yo' slumber
We've gots suttin' hateful on our minds

Oh rap sin sing
For tha dyin of tha day
Sin fo' tha flames dat will rip all up in here
And tha smoke dat will carry our asses away
Yeah rap fo' tha damage we've done
And tha worse thangs dat we'll do
Open yo' grill up n' rap fo' me now
And I'ma rap fo' you

When you was young, you was tha Mackdaddy of carrot flowers
And how tha fuck you built a tower tumblin all up in tha trees
In holy rattlesnake dat fell tha fuck all round yo' feet

And yo' momma would stick a gangbangin' fork right tha fuck into daddyz shoulder
And daddy would throw tha garbage all across tha floor
As we would lay n' learn what tha fuck each others bodies was for

And dis is tha room, one afternoon I knew I could ludd you
And from above you how tha fuck I sank tha fuck into yo' soul
Into dat secret place where no one dares ta go

And yo' momma would drank until' dat biiiiatch was no longer bustin lyrics
And daddy would trip of all tha different ways ta die
Each one a lil mo' than his schmoooove ass could dare ta try

Despair will hold a place up in mah heart
A bigger one than you do, do, do
And I'ma always be sickr ta tha cat
Than I be ta you, you, you, you

Dear God, I don't give a fuck bout mah dirty ass
Dear God, I don't give a fuck bout mah dirty ass
And I aint NEVER gonna be happy,
And I aint NEVER gonna feel normal

"Don't ask me if dis line be bout you, biatch."

What do they do there, tonight, tonight?
Why do they go there, biatch? Alright, aiiiight
Why do they live there, tonight, tonight?
Why do they live at all, biatch? Alright, aiiiight


Dear God, I don't give a fuck bout mah dirty ass
Dear God, I don't give a fuck bout mah dirty ass
And I aint NEVER gonna be happy,
And I aint NEVER gonna feel normal
Why do they live there, tonight, tonight?
Why do they live at all, biatch? Alright, aiiiight

Flip off tha mirror as protest
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck tha F-word is you, you, yo slick ass?
And I aint NEVER gonna be happy,
And I aint NEVER gonna feel normal

Dear God, I don't give a fuck bout mah dirty ass
Dear God, I don't give a fuck bout mah dirty ass

When you was here before
Couldn't look you up in tha eye
Yo ass is just like a angel
Yo crazy-ass skin make me cry

Yo ass float like a gangbangin' feather
In a funky-ass dope ghetto
I wish I was special
Yo ass is so fuckin' special

But I be a cold-ass lil creep, I be a weirdo
What tha hell is I bustin here?
I don't belong here.

I couldn't give a fuckin shiznit if it hurts
I wanna have control
I wanna a slick body
I wanna a slick soul

I want you ta notice
When I aint around
Yo ass is so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I be a cold-ass lil creep, I be a weirdo
What tha hell is I bustin here?
I don't belong here.

Dat hoe hustlin up again,
Dat hoe hustlin out
Dat hoe run run run run

Run

Whatever make you happy
Whatever you want
Yo ass is so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I be a cold-ass lil creep, I be a weirdo
What tha hell is I bustin here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

I don't give a fuck why but I be pissed wit mah mind
Pain is over me, overloading
I don't give a fuck why but you tryin ta be kind
Take off yo' silver smile, throw yo' head back
And cry

I don't believe but I be tryin ta decide
Which game is dopest fo' me, which can I bare
Yo ass don't perseve so I be leadin you away
Home was you've never been, non-returning
So cry

Throw a rock upon tha road n' it breaks tha fuck into pieces
Shake brach upon tha snow n' tha sun is defeated
Pull tha curtains on yesterdizzle n' it seems so much later
Put a funky-ass cap up in mah dome n' I be bout ta make all tha papers

I don't give a fuck why but I be pissed wit mah game
Da cloudz is up in mah eyes, overtaking

>yo ass is so fuckin' special
my sides

I be a thug just like you
But I've gots betta thangs ta do
Than sit round n' fuck mah head
Hang up wit tha livin dead
Snort white shiznit up mah nose
Pass up all up in tha shows
I don't even be thinkin bout speed
Thatz suttin' I just don't need

I've gots tha straight edge

I be a thug just like you
But I've gots betta thangs ta do
Than sit round n' smoke dope
'Cause I know I can cope
Laugh all up in tha thought of smokin ludes
Laugh all up in tha thought of sniffin glue
Always gonna keep up in touch
Never wanna bust a cold-ass lil crutch

I've gots tha straight edge
I've gots tha straight edge
I've gots tha straight edge
I've gots tha straight edge

I just imagine Ice-t saying this.

[CHILD STAR]
Is there a photo of me on yo' wall
In short short-shorts or zipped down jeans?
Do you look up at night n' wish you was me, under tha spotlight?
Is you visceral viscous?
Do you wanna bust a nut on mah dope visage?
And then pretend itz you, itz you, dat shiznit was always you

[FAN]
I freestyled you a letta ta become a gangmember of yo' fanclub
But all i gots up in tha mail was return ta sender

STAR: I be still a funky-ass big-ass bangin' star
FAN: Fuck dat shit, you not
STAR: Yes, I am
FAN: Fuck dat shit, you not
STAR: Yes, I am
FAN: Fuck dat shit, you not
STAR: Yo ass was horny bout mah sickest fuckin film
FAN: Fuck dat shit, I didn't
STAR: Yes, you did
FAN: Fuck dat shit, I didn't
STAR: Yes, you did
FAN: Fuck dat shit, I didn't

FAN: I aint a gangbangin' hustla of yours no mo'
STAR: Yes, yo ass is
FAN: Fuck dat shit, I be not
STAR: Yes, yo ass is
FAN: Fuck dat shit, I be not
STAR: Yes, yo ass is
FAN: But you broke mah fragile heart
STAR: Fuck dat shit, I didn't
FAN: Yes, you did
STAR: Fuck dat shit, I didn't
FAN: Yes, you did
STAR: Fuck dat shit, I didn't

FAN: I don't give a fuck bout you
STAR: I don't give a fuck bout you too
FAN: I don't give a fuck bout you
STAR: I don't give a fuck bout you too

[Outro] (x9)
FAN: I don't give a fuck bout you
STAR: I don't give a fuck bout you

First you look so phat then you fade away
Da sun will blind mah eyes, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you anyway
Thirsty fo' yo' smile, I peep you fo' a while
Yo ass be a vapour trail up in a thugged-out deep blue sky

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la

Tremble wit a sigh, glitta up in yo' eye
Yo ass seem ta come n' go, I never seem ta know
And all mah time is yours as much as mine
We never have enough time ta show our love

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la

I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Jizzy Christ
Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Jizzy Christ
Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do

And on tha lazy minutes
Da dawgs dissolve n' drain away
Da ghetto it goes n' always waits
Da dizzle we is awaiting

Thank you for teleporting me back to being a mopey teenager.
I haven't heard that song in probably ten years.

still a 10 my man

This is a good thread

So Pure... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.
So Cold.
Transilvanian Hunger.

Ladies n' gentlemen we is floatin up in space

All I want up in tha gamez a lil bit of love
To take tha wild-ass bullshit away
Gettin phat todizzle
A giant step each day
All I want up in tha gamez a lil bit of love
To take tha wild-ass bullshit away
Gettin phat todizzle
A giant step each day
I've been holla'd at
Only fools rush in
Only fools rush in
But I don't believe
I don't believe
I could still fall up in ludd wit you

I'ma ludd you till I die
And I'ma ludd you all tha time
So please put yo' dope hand up in mine
And float up in space n' drift up in time
All tha time until I die
We bout ta float up in space, just you n' I
And I'ma ludd you till I die
And I'ma ludd you all tha time
So please put yo' dope hand up in mine
And float up in space n' drift up in time
All tha time until I die
We bout ta float up in space, just you n' I

Baby I gots a straight-up boner fo' you todizzle
I guess thatz what tha fuck you want
And I don't give a fuck where we is all going
Life don't git stranger than this
It be what tha fuck it is
And I don't give a fuck where we is all goin

I'ma ludd you till I die
And I'ma ludd you all tha time
Everythang happens todizzle
And we up here up in space
And I don't give a fuck where we is all going
Baby I gots a straight-up boner fo' you todizzle
I guess thatz what tha fuck you want
And I don't give a fuck where we is all going

>Wit a thousand bitchass suicides

Holy kek my sides are in orbit

Now dat I fell tha fuck into yo' arms
My fuckin only freak
Give up ta give in
I search fo' tha capsule I lost

Drag me ta hell up in tha valley of Da Dalles
Like mah mother
Give wings ta a stone
It’s only tha shadow of a cold-ass lil cross

I slept on mah back up in tha shade of tha meadowlark
Like a cold-ass lil champion
Git faded ta git laid
I take one mo' hit when you depart

I be bout ta drive dat stake all up in tha centa of mah heart
Lonely vampire
Inhalin its fire
I’m chasin tha dragon too far

There’s blood on dat blade
Fuck me, I be fallin apart
My fuckin assassin
Like Casper tha pimp
There’s no shade up in tha shadow of tha cross

I may not always ludd you
But long as there be stars above you
Yo ass never need ta doubt it
I be bout ta make you so shizzle bout it

Dogg only knows what tha fuck I'd be without you

If you should eva leave me
Though game would still go on believe me
Da ghetto could show not a god damn thang ta me
So what tha fuck phat would livin do me

Dogg only knows what tha fuck I'd be without you

Dogg only knows what tha fuck I'd be without you

If you should eva leave me
Well game would still go on believe me
Da ghetto could show not a god damn thang ta me
So what tha fuck phat would livin do me

Dogg only knows what tha fuck I'd be without you
Dogg only knows what tha fuck I'd be without you
Dogg only knows
Dogg only knows what tha fuck I'd be without you
Dogg only knows what tha fuck I'd be without you
Dogg only knows

Da prettiest girl
In all tha ghetto
Is up in a lil Spanish town
But I left her fo' a Bonnie lass
And I holla'd at her
I'd peep her around
But dat Bonnie lass
And her ass of glass
Would not hold a cold-ass lil candle

To bummin around
So don't cry fo' me
For I be goin away
And I be bout ta be back some dirty day

Tell tha thugs back home
I be bustin just fine
I left all mah shits n' woe
So rap bout me
For I can't come home
I've nuff mo' milez ta go

Why there be a Miss Kelsey
Yo ass taught dizzle at our school
And oldschool Jizzy O'Toole
I be bout ta still beat you at pool
So don't cry fo' me
For I be goin away
And I be bout ta be back some dirty day

Now when I was a funky-ass boy
My fuckin daddy sat me on his knee
And tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at me
Dude holla'd at mah crazy ass nuff thangs
And da perved-out muthafucka holla'd son
Therez alot of thangs up in dis ghetto
Yo ass is gonna have no use for
And when you git blue
And you've lost all yo' dreams
Therez nothin like a cold-ass lil campfire
And a cold-ass lil can of beans

Why there be a Miss Kelsey
Bitch taught dizzle at our school
And oldschool Jizzy O 'Toole
I be bout ta still beat you at pool
So don't cry fo' me
For I be goin' away
And I be bout ta be back some dirty day

B-Wil is rolling in his grave.

Da other night I dreamt on some sudden realization
That every last muthafuckin thang shitty dat can happen ta me would
Woke up screaming, Dogg I hope I aint bleeding
Out mah eyes or grill when I die

I have peeped a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sheepish wonder
I peep me three muthafuckin years ago todizzle
No onez gonna push mah buttons
No onez gonna have they say

A lil while lata I was tryin ta remember
But then it didn't seem like as wack as it seemed
Can't believe I won't admit that

I have peeped a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sheepish wonder
I peep me three muthafuckin years ago todizzle
No onez gonna push mah buttons
No onez gonna have they way

Feel bout tha same but I be 10 muthafuckin years older
Watched mah pussaaaaay take a thugged-out dirtnap fo' a month now
I have peeped a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sheepish wonder
I saw you earlier todizzle

Swans