Post songlyrics and I'll read them out like an old posh British man.
Post songlyrics and I'll read them out like an old posh British man
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"No thank you" is what I should've said, I should be in bed
But temptations of trouble on my tongue, troubles yet to come
One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily
And no thank you is how it should've gone
I should stay strong
But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that
I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that
But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that
(Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that)
No thank you
They call me after dark, I don't want no part
My habits, they hold me like a grudge
I promise I won't budge
One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily
And no thank you is how it should've gone
I should stay strong
But I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that
I'm weak, and what's wrong with that?
Boy, oh boy I love it when I fall for that
The flag on high! The ranks tightly closed!
The SA marches with quiet, steady step.
Comrades shot by the Red Front and reactionaries
March in spirit within our ranks.
Comrades shot by the Red Front and reactionaries
March in spirit within our ranks.
Clear the streets for the brown battalions,
Clear the streets for the storm division!
Millions are looking upon the swastika full of hope,
The day of freedom and of bread dawns!
Millions are looking upon the swastika full of hope,
The day of freedom and of bread dawns!
For the last time, the call to arms is sounded!
For the fight, we all stand prepared!
Already Hitler's banners fly over all streets.
The time of bondage will last but a little while now!
Already Hitler's banners fly over all streets.
The time of bondage will last but a little while now.
The flag on high! The ranks tightly closed!
The SA march with quiet, steady step.
Comrades shot by the Red Front and reactionaries,
March in spirit within our ranks.
Comrades shot by the Red Front and reactionaries,
March in spirit within our ranks.
He pauses shaving and he tells himself that he is the bomb
She has her curlers set, her credit cards are paying the funds
He's not that old, I've been told a strong sexual goal
He goes out every day, she goes every way, oh, yeah
And they don't even care at all
She's open, waiting for more
And I know he's only looking to score
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically
Been starved for attention before
She smokes a dozen, and he doesn't seem to notice the smell
He took the seat off his own bike because the way that it felt
He wants to bone, this I know, she is ready to blow
They go out every night, his pants are super tight, oh, yeah
And they don't even care at all
I get it cracking like a bad back.
Bitch talking she the queen, when she looking like a lab rat
I'm Angelina, you Jennifer
Come on bitch, you see where Brad at
Ice my wrists and I piss on bitches
You can suck my diznik if you take this jizzes
You don't like them disses, give my ass some kisses
Yeah they know what this is, giving this the business
Cause I pull up and I'm stuntin' but I ain't a stuntman
Yes I'm rockin' Jordans but I ain't a jumpman
Bitches play the back cause they know I'm the front man
Put me on the dollar cause I'm who they trust in
Ayo SB, what's the fucks good?
We ship platinum, them bitches are shipping wood
Them nappy headed hoes but my kitchen good
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
A bitch would
[Hook:]
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe[x3]
You a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)
Look bubbles go back to your habitat
MJ gone and I ain't having that
How you gon' be the stunt double to the nigga monkey
Top of that I'm in the Phantom looking hella chunky
Ice my wrists and I piss on bitches
You can suck my diznik if you take this jizzes
You don't like them disses, give my ass some kisses
Yeah they know what this is, giving this the business
Cause I pull up in that Porsche but it ain't De Rossi
Pretty bitches only can get in my posse
Yes, My name is Roman, last name is Zolanski
But no relation to Roman Polanski
Hey yo, baby bop, fuck you and your EP
Who's gassin' this hoe? BP?
Hmm thinks, 1, 2, 3, to the Nicki Minaj blink
Cause these hoes so musty
Hoes is so crusty, these bitches is my sons
And I don't want custody
Hoes so musty
Hoes is so crusty, these bitches is my sons
And I don't want custody
(Cont.)
[Hook:]
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe[x3]
You a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)
You a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe (you stupid, stupid)
If you cute then the crew can roll
If you sexy eat my coo-coo raw
Put ya cape on, you a super hoe
2012, I'm at the superbowl
Stupid hoes is my enemy
Stupid hoes is so whack
Stupid hoe shoulda befriended me
Then she coulda probably came back
Stupid hoes is my enemy
Stupid hoes is so whack
Stupid hoe shoulda befriended me
Then she coulda probably came back
You're a stupid hoe
You're a stupid hoe
You're a stupid hoe
And I ain't hit that note,
But, fuck you stupid hoe
Yeah, fuck you stupid hoe
I said fuck a stupid hoe,
Yeah, fuck a stupid hoe
I said fuck a stupid hoe,
Yeah, fuck a stupid hoe
I said fuck a stupid hoe
Yeah, fuck a stupid hoe
I am the female Weezy...
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause
Remembrance - No
But for their future loss
This chapel of ritual
Smells of dead human sacrifices
From the altar...
Beduins and nomads
Carried through the times
Through pestilences and famines
These ancient scrolls of rhymes
"Our fallen angel vexed
Was banished from the sky
Recite now from the text
Pray for ALL to die"
This chapel of ritual
Smells of dead human sacrifices
From the altar bed
On this night of ritual
Invoking our master
To procreate the unholy bastard
"Our father
Who art in hell
Unhallowed be thy name
Cursed be the sons and daughters
Of thine Nemesis
Whom are to blame
Thy kingdom come
nemA"
Tonight we summoned for His unholy fiend
Now celebrate
The End
This chapel of ritual
Smells of dead human sacrifices
From the altar bed
On this night of ritual
Invoking our master
To procreate the unholy bastard
Nice. Thanks, OP.
Thanks op. Had a good kek out of that
Np boys
Do mine faggot
you sound like a fucking spastic.
You're spending your Saturday night doing this? please just kys you southern kike
Samefag
I wear my sickness like a wedding band
I've been touching myself all day with a hammer and nail
I'm the flat-footed-mule-faced-fucker the shit-bird-derelict-king
I drew a portrait of how I think I'd look with my hands around my own throat
If you could see me now...
I have all the makings of a despicable man
All the qualifications of your best friends
"If that girl could see me now"
Fingers like a bookmark reaching into my chest and saving that empty page
If you could see me now...
I am just a face connected to an appetite demanding self abuse
I feed myself by the handful like your kids at a petting zoo
CHECKEMMMMM
Down With The Sickness ` Disturbed
Read it nigger
...
Try again faggot
as in a fucking pleb from down south. usa isn't the only country that has a south. typical fucking southern fairy
I’m greasy, grimy, two-timey, butt-sniffing animal. And if I want it, I get it, I’ll eat that ass like a cannibal.
It’s all over your face, tell me how does it taste? When the lights go off, and your head goes down, don’t let a drop go to waste – go to town now.
Calm down you degenerate inbred bastard child.
We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.
Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,
You're goin' to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.
When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.
But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
You're goin' to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,
Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.
Well, we got married in a fever
We got married in a fever
papa?
Posted up trucks, leaning on the Benz cinemax smile
Shot in thirty-five lens you program
Broke bottles of Dom, seven inch bangles, back breakers
I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength
Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes
Dennis Coles in the latest fashions blow backs in
Flip raps like forty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel
...
Now, with the line drawn in the set sand
You need to tell us where you stand.
Son?
It's in the air you breathe and it's also in the water
It's something you can't see, you've been warned of by your mothers
You've had enough deceit, you know enough to see
Join the others
When you could hardly breathe, you were wondering why you bothered
And they gave us seven days to renounce our wicked ways
Too late to make amends because we both know how this ends
Fug that's supposed to be "wet sand" but my phone hates me.
put my fist in her like a civil rights sign
PAPA!