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Cut to the Chase
02:50
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I'm a rapper, a slapper a bad bone snapper
A licker, a sticker, a young pussy lapper
I've seen the promised land and the crib of Jehovah
But that can't compare to a 16-yr old clover
A juice with a use - the cream of salvation
A safe sex diet without the penetration
Can't wait to taste your honeypot
Smells so sweet and tastes so hot
Sacrifice to an orifice - you know it ain't nice to tease these mice
If daddy's not home, we'll bring you some goodies
Like some candy canes on the tips of our woodies
Toast your rolls & butter your muffins
Gonna cook your goose and give it some stuffin'
Gotta wild pony ride waiting for you
And I gotta a big nose for a saddle horn too
When petals drip with yummy nectar
My tongue will be your pollinator
Gotta go babe - glad you're feelin' better
And I hope that stain comes outta your sweater
Yo baby now - cut to the chase
"Hit the dick or get beat down"
Yo like an ass dat's big & round
"Hit the dick or get beat down"
I'll sho' lick off yo pussy's frown
Some girls gotta make a back door request
If you're a booty bandit, they won't give you a rest
Show all the ladies which entry is hotter
Just wanna probe the plumbing of your wife & daughter
Addiction to friction - if you know what I mean
Make you fell like a young macho marine
Check out the little girl with the booty so hot
She say "I know where I'm a virgin and I know where I'm not"
Gettin' tooled in the butt is what it's all about
She can feel it all day when you pull it out
You can't be loose and you can't be choosy
But you want somethin' young, hot, pink & juicy
Where you gonna find it? Where you gonna go?
Good girl, bad girl - how you gonna know?
Fine from the outside - better look inside
That sweet little box can take you for a mean ride
Don't let your pride be another barrier
One wrong move and you're just another carrier
Rockin' in a fast boat - better wear your raincoat
Brotha' could be leaky, so forget about the Draino
I know that nasty girls were fine in the past
But now there's nothin' easy 'bout an easy piece of ass
Yo baby now - cut to the chase
"Hit the dick or get beat down"
I like an ass dat's big & round
"Hit the dick or get beat down"
I'll sho lick off yo pussy's frown
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Chemical halo, burning bright
In a sodium haze
All meaning is lost
But this confusion remains
I'm going to tear myself apart
If I can't get myself together
And spread my pieces
Around like waste
And give my gift of stormy weather
Every time I move
I feel like something's broken
Every time I laugh
I feel like maybe I'm choking
I know you'd laugh too
But it's not that funny anymore
I kissed the floor on my way down
A machine head burning
Out on the frozen ground
I just want to thank everyone of you
For all the things you don't do
For the stab in the back
For the kick in the face
For the pain in the neck
And all the shame
And disgrace for the spit in the eye
And all the things you say
And all the games you play
For the agony and parody
For the pain infliction
And the drug addiction
You give them so much strength
When you show you're weak
Please don't rattle your chains
It's better when you're meek
Here comes another bad trip
Another life of no sleep
Another storm in the dark
With the sky pouring down
Every creature will drown this time
There will be no Noah's Ark
See you in hell
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Blind Acceleration
02:41
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Garbage in - garbage out
Just sewn up this bastard's mouth
Time to go for a ride, boss
They spread their legs and the sea went pink
Time to have that final drink, man
The bottom littered with the wrecks of
Ghosts confused about their sex
Blind acceleration
Sign the check - take a spin
Speed is getting hungry again
Blind acceleration
Don't turn the wheel - don't turn the wheel
Wrong way - bad move
Penalty overdue
Blind acceleration
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Lizardman
04:36
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Cocked, Loaded & Ready
04:31
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I'm the appropriated bastard son with a replicated ulterior intention
Shifting morals and fundamentals
Classified as a mad rabid pit bull
Angst and anger, guided motive
Urban life has made me corrupted
Apathetic and too complacent
Operating just near and adjacent
Cocked, loaded and ready
Suck in the fumes of the oil fire burning
Reminiscent of the oppressed and burdened
Sickened, tainted led astray
Suicidal to our dismay
Strides are taken to keep my head up
Notify me if changes develop
Automatic, autopilot, autonomous and still psychotic
Misoneists line up to take fire
Shoot the man before he gets much higher
Innovation guides my deeds
While negrophobes try to supersede
Limitations always occurring
I stay low but keep re-surging
Retaliation, retaliatory
Palpitating the same old story
Rarely are the events televised
Rarely do they recant the lies
Rarely do they recognize
The rarest undeniable killguy
Headed strong and fully collected
Viewed by some as misdirected
Regulations don't confine me
I still defy and build my army
Precautionary steps to protect my nation
But being watched are my machinations
Labeled, prejudged and misconceived
A downward spiral with no reprieve
Cocked, loaded and ready
Hear me
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Extricating speed dial
Accidental voices traced
Workless construct ferments
Arrested nuclide in the basement
We'll never understand the gout
Someone make a decision
We'll never understand
Just give me an answer, give me an answer
Wake up to the toxin's sting
Q-Tip torture punctured ear drum
It never went away
The screams never stopped, they never waned
It defines the gout I am
A life that lives on simple hatred
Sucker punch reciprocation
Differentiate
Differentiate or suffer
Differentiate or suffer
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I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
I'm picking up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
Good bop bop, good vibrations
Bop bop, excitations
Good, good, good, good vibrations
Close my eyes, she is somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes
She comes with me to a blossom world
I don't know where but she sends me there
Oh my my my, what a sensation
Oh my my, what elation
Got to keep those loving good vibrations
Happening with her
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Peacekeeper, dawn your tent
Suck on oxygen through a paper straw
Prophylactic burning
No longer a need to use
Still the combine sputters
And heaves a mournful yawn
Harvesting two thousand ghosts
And leaves the seeds for more
For more, for more
Condoloma epidemic
T-cell genocide
We can consummate no more
We're living it through V.R.
Still the combine stammers
From the pedophile it hides
Harvesting two million cases
And takes no time to stop
Still the combine sputters
And heaves a mournful yawn
Harvesting two thousand ghosts
And leaves the seeds for more
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Paranoia in sedate
No longer threatens
See the ordinance fall
See the upright crawl to be mentioned
Sin is no longer the den
Neatly at the back of the queue
"Why?" is not the question
But the absurdity, the absurdity
"What do you do?"
Fall asleep interrogating
"What do you do?"
Join the old and hated
What do you do
When time bears no covet? No covet
What do you do
When you're reconciled? Reconciled
Complacency burrows down
Like the earwigs that have been waiting
Fulfilling every prophecy
Swore that I would never be
Something is killing it
Without my even knowing it
Let the baggage go, shed the worried soul
And I'm ready for nothing
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Clockseed (Alt Vox Take)
04:25
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I've got to hate something or someone
Maybe the next bitch I fuck
Won't try her game after game
I keep moving west and sex gets boring
Who planted this inside of me?
I watch a Farrakhan fuck the minds of the broken
But after the chase no love songs are found
I still watch Kennedy fucking Monroe
Who planted this inside me?
I see Jacqueline lick the dying wounds of the deadbeat generation
I hate the hippie fucks who've managed to spread more disease and start more wars
Now that they've come of age
You are the fish on the sand of my thoughts
Who planted this inside of me?
You are the fish on the sand of my thoughts
You are the fish on the sand of my blood
With you alone I can let my rage go
Let my rage go...
Who planted this inside of me?
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Disorder, disorder
The time snaps inside the memory
Twist the knife of slavery
Force the knowledge of many things, the reason gives
A silent hand me down, insanity
Whispers things I do not need
To panic stricken, no resolve
Will solve decay
Collapse the reason to survive
Inside the set of none too tight
Restrict, reset calamity
Eye the prize resist the claim to judge the one
Whose voice is louder than the screams of poverty
Disorder, disorder
Believe, hear, feel, think
Don't destroy the process against the crowd
The proud control the destiny
Of things to come
Tear away the media
Hypodermic cleanse the spirit
Distort the senses
Everything is sad faces
Looking from the dark
To survive in madness for the few
The one, the god
Retaliate the hate
Comes from us manipulate
The game they play break the pain
Bring faith to everything you touch
The feeling of disorder
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Chemical halo, burning bright
In a sodium haze
All meaning is lost
But this confusion remains
I'm going to tear myself apart
If I can't get myself together
And spread my pieces
Around like waste
And give my gift of stormy weather
Every time I move
I feel like something's broken
Every time I laugh
I feel like maybe I'm choking
I know you'd laugh too
But it's not that funny anymore
I kissed the floor on my way down
A machine head burning
Out on the frozen ground
I just want to thank everyone of you
For all the things you don't do
For the stab in the back
For the kick in the face
For the pain in the neck
And all the shame
And disgrace for the spit in the eye
And all the things you say
And all the games you play
For the agony and parody
For the pain infliction
And the drug addiction
You give them so much strength
When you show you're weak
Please don't rattle your chains
It's better when you're meek
Here comes another bad trip
Another life of no sleep
Another storm in the dark
With the sky pouring down
Every creature will drown this time
There will be no Noah's Ark
See you in hell
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