k i c k  t h e   p a 

                Simply defined, I cannot and go through the sky. We tried in
                   single file, dig on me it is my denial. I cannot ever find
                something safe my tongue on the fly. I cannot live this way;
                              flow me we'll kick the p.a. 

                              You wanna play with me?
                           I'm really gonna rock your world.
                              You wanna come for me?
                             I'm gonna rock your world. 

               You say everything you find, I cannot compete with the skies.
               My sickness crossed the line, come with me I'll fly through the
               sky. I cannot ever find, you and me we'll make all the lines. Of if
                     take a single play, no one would wanna be me. 

                              You wanna play with me?
                            I'm really gonna rock your world
                              You wanna come for me?
                              I'm gonna rock your world

                    So I fly, take me; I cannot fly, most people hate me
                              To fly away from this pain
                    So I fly, take me; I cannot fly, most people hate me
                              To fly away from this pain
                                  So I fly, take me
               (background talking: please take away, please take away my pa)
                I cannot fly, most people hate me; to fly away from this pain,
                                     this pain.

                                       PA! 

                     Please take away, please take away my PA!(x7)
                        Please take away, please take away my... 



                            s e a n   o l s o n 

                                  Watch your lie.

               Warm lips and big smile, as me your mind runs wild. This game
                               you play I like in a way.

                  You expect to grab a child (grab a child); You think I'm
                 innocent not wild. Take me let's see how much I'm tamed.

               Everybody listen while I become all I know, how to live for sure
               - body wall into my precious soul. I'll show you fears, pleasure
                pain is my control. Let your body lay in there, warm flesh to
                                     your fear.

               Warm lips and big smile. Hatred runs through your insides. This
                         game you play - intimidation each day

                You think its all a lie (all a lie); they want to destroy your life.
                            Anger twisted your life into pain

                              I wish I could take control
                                 I wish I could let go
                            I wish I could break this mould
                              Inside I'm so fuckin' cold

                        I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin' on you...

               Warm lips and big smile, as me your mind runs wild. This game
                               you play I like in a way.

                  You expect to grab a child (grab a child); you think I'm
                innocent not wild. Take me - let's see how much I'm tamed.

               Everybody listen while I become all I know, how to live for sure
               - body wall into my precious soul. I'll show you fears, pleasure
                pain is my control. Let your body lay in there, warm flesh to
                                     your fear.

                              I wish I could lose control
                                 I wish I could let go
                            I wish I could break this mould
                              Inside I'm so fuckin' cold

                          Weapons inside so the truth unfolds.

                                    I am done...
                                 That was so fun...
                                  This one's real...
                                   How'd it feel?

                   What's comin', what's comin', what's comin' on you?

                       I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin' on you...

                                      (gasp) 



                      c h r i s t m a s   s o n g 

                'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
                        Everybody was stoned, even the mouse.

                     Man from the whore house, and me from the jail,
                       I just settled down to get a piece of her tail.

                      When all of the sudden, I heard such a clatter,
                      I tripped on my dick and busted my bladder.

                         I went downstairs and what did I see?
                        A red little faget, hanging from the tree.

                     He stuffed the stockings with reefers and beer,
                        And a big hairy dick for the family queer.

                            And that's the end of my story,
                                  Funny wasn't it?

                                     You see. 



                   y o u   m e a n   i ' m   n o t ? 

                      f r o m   t h e   l i v e   v e r s i o n   o f   p r e d i c t a b l e
                            o r i g i n a l   b y   b l a c k   s h e e p 

                              Woke up, didn't choke up
                             Saw my AK, it was broke up
                              Put it together like a jigsaw
                      Got my nine and my rambo knife off the floor
                        Went to the bathroom and beat the rush
                        "Yo who the fuck used my toothbrush?"
                      Went to my sister's room, "Yo, bitch wake up"
                        "You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut"
                        Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh
                   Kicked her in the pussy, and punched her in the eye
                      Slapped her in the head, stepped on her cord
                         Don't fuck around bitch word is bond
                          Went downstairs to eat with my folks
                         "Ma... you broke the fuckin' egg yolk"
                       Punched her in the chest, got on her cheek
                     Then I made her scream like the bitch was a thief
                          Knee to the pussy, kick to the skull
                          AK yo I shot the bitch in the temple
                          Pops' got mad cuz Mom got licked
                       I didn't give a fuck so I shot 'em in the dick
                            Hungry ass fuck, said my grace
                       Pop kept screamin' so I shot him in the face
                             Ate my food found my coat
                     Mail man came so I cut his mutha-fuckin' throat
                       Waiting for the mutha-fuckin' school bus...

                           I had a dream that I was hard.....



                             l o d i   d o d i 

                      f r o m   t h e   l i v e   v e r s i o n   o f   b a l l   t o n g u e
                             o r i g i n a l   b y   s l i c k   r i c k 


                             Lodi Dodi, we likes to party 
                               We don't cause trouble 
                              We don't bother nobody 
                         We're just some kids who on the mic 
                  And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic right.



                         i t   t a k e s   t w o 

                      f r o m   t h e   l i v e   v e r s i o n   o f   b a l l   t o n g u e
                     o r i g i n a l   b y   r o b   b a s e   a n d   d j   e - z   r o c k 


                               I wanna rock right now, 
                         I'm Rob Base and I came to get down 
                            I'm not internationally known, 
                         But I'm known to rock the microphone 
                        Because I get stupid, I mean outrageous, 
                        Stay away from me, if you're contagious, 
                          Cos' I'm a winner, no I'm not a loser 
                          To be an M.C. is what I choose-a. 

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