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March 16th, 2010 | 
Author: by Blink 182
from the album N/A
13 miles down the road lives a young boy
hes got jet black hair and blue green eyes
and hes mine.
And every now and then he and i will sit together on the porch
And i take off his pants and i fuck him from behind
And I love him for his mind and soul
And I love his wrinkled scrotum too.
So if you see us passing by on some dreary rainy day
Take a look at the young boy and his naked… ass-hole.
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by Britney Spears
from the album Britney
Top down on the strip
Lookin’ in the mirror and I’m checking out my lipstick
Got winds up in the back we’re out for a run all night
Feelin’ so crazy cool
Bops so right, wonder what they’re ready for
Now leave baby heres the keys
We’re about to step inside
Skip on the dance head to the floor
Makin’ my way and that’s for sure
My body’s takin over and I want some more Woah yeah yeah
I’ve been anticipating
This is our song they’re playing
? I want no wrong raw feelin’ (I want to rock this feelin)
You’re feelin this right
Lets do this tonight
Step up baby don’t be shy
I know you’re feelin me cuz you’re giving me the eye
And I don’t wanna play around
Baby watch me move
by Ben Folds Five
from the album Naked Baby Photos
Some summers in the evening after six or so
I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer
I think about my friends
Sometimes I wish they lived out here
But they wouldn’t dig this town
No they wouldn’t dig this town
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore
Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can’t change
Pretend it’s not that way, it’s my idea of faith
You can blow it off and say there’s good in nearly everyone
Just give them all a chance
Alice, give them all a chance
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore
No, it didn’t work out
No, it didn’t work out the way we thought it would
No, it didn’t work out
An arranged marriage is not so good
Thank God it’s you
You know your timing is impeccable
I’m not fooling you
I don’t know what to do
Some dude just knocked me cold
And left me on the sidewalk
Took everything I had, everything I had
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
It’s getting late where you are, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore
Anymore, no not anymore
by Bad Religion
from the album N/A
England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar
Until one day I went and saw how miserabely how things really are
All Fantastic I’mages they only are apparent
Propagated just by hope and desire to share it
Beauty was the allure that brought me close to you
Loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue
All Fantastic I’mages they only are apparent
Promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better
I don’t have a thing against fantasy
But to chase it down just don’t make sense to me
If you’re only hope is simply peace and love
You end up discarding most of what you’re made of
All Fantastic I’mages they only are apparent
Promoted by desperate hope
And the need to share it
by Bon Jovi
from the album N/A
It was another day
A perfect Texas afternoon
A mother and two children
Play the way they always do
As they raced home from the mailbox
A mother and her son
Against a little girl of 6 years old
The independent one
The deputies went door to door
Through all the neighborhood
They said I got some news to tell you folks
I’m afraid it ain’t so good
Somehow something happened
Someone got away
Someone got the answers
For what happened here today
Oh no, ho no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream – August 7, 4:15
God close His eyes & the world got mean
August 7, 4:15
Now the people from the papers
And the local TV news
Tried to find the reason
Cop dogs sniffed around for clues
Someone shouted “Hit & Run”
The coroner cried “Foul”
Her blue dress was what she wore
The day they laid her body down
Oh no, ho no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream – August 7, 4:15
God close His eyes & the world got mean
August 7, 4:15
I know tonight that there’s an angel
Up on Heaven’s highest hill
And no one there can hurt you baby
No one ever will
Somewhere someone’s conscience
Is like a burning bed
The flames are all around you
How you gonna sleep again
Oh no, ho no, oh no, no, no, no
Tell me it was just a dream – August 7, 4:15
God close His eyes & the world got mean
August 7, 4:15
by Big Daddy Kane
from the album It’s a Big Daddy Thing
Verse 1:
Here comes the conquering brother that fathoms and never ceases.
Violators pick up the pieces (uh)
That are left behind as you’re left to find
The fury of the five fingers of death are mine,
Rippin’ on the microphone, receitin’ poem,
Givin’ competition a Big Daddy syndrome.
Some step up, (mmm) none kept up (mmm).
They rap a brief moment and then shut up.
Lips are sealed because all of this is real.
I’m not about frontin’, I tell the real deal of society (what);
So how we livin,
Like a turkey on Thanksgiving or like Robin Gibbons?
Not to offend,
I just want you to comprehend every message I send (tell ‘em),
‘Cause I don’t understand, I have to wonder, damn,
How could this lifestyle be fun to man,
To see a brother gettin’ paid undercover,
Sellin’ drugs to one another,
‘Cause all the glamour you get is miscillaneous
And all the product you sell is real dangerous
Like um, um, let’s say, un, poison,
Destruction to all your own boys and girls who like to buy and give it a try,
Admire and can’t deny the high, that’s why they soon die.
These are the games that a fool would play today
For our own kind to decay.
No sign of brotherly love,
Just scavengers in search of…..
Chorus:
Another victory (cut and scratched)
Verse 2:
When I’m ridin’ in my Volvo, cops harass me.
They never ride past me, they hound me like Lassie,
Wantin’ to give me a summons or a ticket.
Huh, I got a place for them to stick it (kick it).
They can’t understand to see a black man
Drivin’ a car that costs 25 grand.
The first thing they say is "Where’d you steal her?"
And then they assume that I’m a drug dealer.
Huh, that just makes me wanna laugh,
‘Cause now I’m a star and your son got my autograph,
So all the cops on the highway gettin’ me,
My name ain’t Kieth, so could you please stop Sweatin’ me
So I can flow and go on, so on and so on
To all the jams Cee throw on.
Reachin’ a summit as you learn from it,
A lesson taught from yours truly, so here cometh
The royal majesty, others have to be
Fully prepared, though they still won’t last with me,
So when you hope to hang or even handle,
I’ll show the meaning of power and just cancel (period).
Out of order, conquer and slaughter,
You’re comin’ up shorter, boy, you’ll need more to
Compete ’cause the heat is deep in concrete,
Defeat, bring up the fleet, flee ‘fore we meet
Or stay away, puttin’ new rhymes on layaway.
Then come get this when you’re ready for business
‘Cause aaaaah yeah, I’m with this (I’m ready).
Yo, Mister Cee, what is this?
(Repeat chorus)
Verse 3:
MC’s and enemies I freeze at 32 degrees
Because they can’t drop rhymes like these.
Competition never saw none done,
So pay attention as I mention the 411.
Just the other day, I heard a brother say,
"Taxi cabs don’t even come my way.
They all be afraid they won’t get paid
So they zoom right past and pick up a lighter shade,
And if they stop, the first thing they want,
No more than two people and the money up-front,
Treatin’ me like I’m some type of thug.
It might sound bugged but they don’t wanna get mugged."
Who’s in the right or wrong? It’s time to unite along
The righteous with a walk in success and be strong.
Instead of lookin’ for someone to beef with,
A brother like the Big Daddy Kane is peace with
Rappers of today like (Kid’N'Play),
Hey, even my man L.L. Cool J,
(Stetsasonic) and EPMD,
Public Enemy and (BDP),
Salt ‘N’ Pepa ’cause we can’t sever never,
Wheihter, whatever, we better stand together.
That means unite, not fightin’ or fussin’ or cussin’.
Save all the base for the pipe and start lovin’
One another ’cause separation is a flaw,
So endure for more and stop lookin’; for….
(Repeat chorus ’till end)
by Brand Nubian
from the album In God We Trust
Peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths
Peace to the positive people of the universe
Brand Nubian came to work it like this
Ya see, each, and every day
Each, and ev-ery wa-ay
We’re gonna show and prove
Teach you the righteous way
Peace, to All-ah, and justice, and ju-stice, justice!
Peace, to All-ah, and juuhhhhstice!
(repeat these two lines throught song)
[Lord Jamar]
The knowledge, is, the foundation
The wisdom is the wa-ay
The understanding shows you
That you are on your way
…
[Lord Sincere]
The culture, is our God
The power is the truth
Equally only shows you
That you have planted your roots
…
[Sadat X]
God, came to teach us
Of, the righteous way
How, to build and be born
On, this glorious day
…
[all three]
The knowledge, of, the cipher
Is, to enlighten you
True that true that true that you know
That God is right beside you
…
by Bloodhound Gang
from the album Hooray For Boobies
I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy’s Hump Palace lookin’ for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin’ hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin’ gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell.
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well I find it’s quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin’ my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that’s a coincidence darlin’,
‘cause I was just thinkin’ about skinnin’ you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
as I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
‘Course, it’s hard to hide a hard-on when you’re dressed like Minnie Pearl.
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well I find it’s quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
So, Bambi’s goin’ on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus’s tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I’m parkin’ the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin’ me to buy baby formula.
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well I find it’s quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N’ Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin’ through the latest issue of "Throb",
when I saw Bambi starin’ at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin’ seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well I find it’s quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
by Bright Eyes
from the album N/A
It is not the past few days
That have has me feel this way
And it is not the tiny marks of doubt
That cover everything I see
It is just the way she looks at me
With a love so complete
That I have never seen
And from this grows
A strong, undying guilt
And the feeling of regret
Of things I never felt
And oh, I wanted to change
I wanted to change
And become what she needs
And I know, I know what she needs
I know what she needs
But I can never be
I can never be
And I can never be
by Blink 182
from the album N/A
I’m Sick of always hearing
All the sad songe on the radio
All day it is there to remind
An oversensetive guy
That he’s lost and alone (Yeah)
I hate our favorite restaurant
Our favorite movie, our favorite show
We would stay up all through the night
We would laugh and get high
And never answer the phone
I can’t forgive, can’t forget
Can’t give in, what went wrong?
Cause you said this was right
You fucked up my life
I’m sick of always hearing
Sappy love song on the radio
This place, it’s fucking cursed and it’s plagued
and i can never escape
When my heart, it explodes
I can’t forgive, can’t forget
Can’t give in, what went wrong?
Cause you said this was right
You fucked up my life
I’m kicking out fiercely
At the world around me
What went wrong?
I’m kicking…