Shot through the heart,
And you're to blame
Darling, you give love
A bad name.
Shot Through The Heart - Bon Jovi
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07 March 2010
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[Wordsworth]
Yo
International, globetrotter
Embodies liver
This girl Delilah
Struck my nut like Gold Schlager
In Amsterdam my blunts are rolled proper
Bahamas I get platinum pussy but only sold double copper
They +Wanna Have Fun+ like Cyndi Lauper
[Masta Ace]
Wendy Barker
Chick was a friendly stalker
Met her in India in a Fendi parka
Switched the plan, never got to sniff the plant
'Cause her dad came home he had a pistol man
So I jumped out the window like a bitch and ran
[Wordsworth]
Switzerland
Suzanne that was with the band
We had sex under the stands where they sit the fans
Unzipped her pants
Rubbed the clit with my hands
Jerked me off 'till her wrists twisted and jammed
I can't wait to get my dick french-kissed in France
[Masta Ace]
Cristol-Ann
Met her in Bristol man
Had a show with Shauwny-T and Mr. Jam
Listen fam, she had a big rack of lamb
And they caused mad problems like math exams
Ask my man, her tits caused traffic jams
[Chorus: Wordsworth (Masta Ace)]
If it's, trains, planes, or the back of the bus
Fuckin' with us, trust (We travel)
If the, price is right and the crowd is tight
Yo any time of night (We travel)
Just put us on the road (We travel)
If it's, coupe, sedan, or the back of the van
Just let us know the plan (We travel)
If your, town is small and we out on tour
Don't hesitate to call (We travel)
We will hit the road (We travel)
[Punchline]
Yo, in India
I got an Indian chick named Dirty Red
When I cum I just aim for the dot on the forehead
Legs spread, got this girl Benet in France nice
Won't hit it 'cause the bitch too big like Kelly Price
Got head in the bathroom before my next flight
[Masta Ace]
Vanessa White
No drawers, dress was tight
And she said she was a dike 'till I sexed her right
Switched her ov', fell for the Masta plan
Touched my balls, swerved and I crashed the van
Had to jump on the train, cost me half a grand
Damn
[Wordsworth]
Amsterdam
Holding a handicam
A tramp named Pam had cramps so she cancelled plans
Hotel Abyss
Next night bedside stripping
Blew her back out had her legs starts twitching
Fucked 'till I caused a blackout in the red light district
[Punchline]
Check the next visit
I'm in New Orleans with Bridget
Twisted, I make the pussy fart when I hit it
My L.A. girl is here, drunk off the liquor
She slides down my pole like a Miami stripper
I got mad broads because I'm that nigga
[Chorus]
[Wordsworth]
Uh, yo, yo
I got Nina in Vienna
Tina in Sierra
Even Phoebe in Atlanta
Trish and Trina in Savannah
Dede, Kiki, Cece and Tameka in Havannah
Sabrina, Alexandra, Hannah, three in Indiana
Athena and Samantha from Tahiti and they dancers
Genie who was squeezy, did graffiti and a Cancer
While leaving Louisiana gave a CD as a sampler
Was me and me and Tamber
Drove to meet me with her grandma
She's from Alabama
Freaky and be easy in a camper
But I squeeze her
Had a threesome in her Mitsubishi Lancer
Travelocity - Masta Ace
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It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up.
You're sure
There's a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
One drink
Will shrink you 'til you're underground
And living down
But it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up.
Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
'Cause it's not going to stop
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
So just give up
Wise Up - Aimee Mann
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You're out on the town, safe in the crowd
Ready to go for the ride
Searching the eyes, looking for clues
There's no way you can hide
The fire inside
The Fire Inside - Bob Seger
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02 March 2010
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
Patterns - Simon and Garfunkel
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i need a double cheese burger and hold the lettuce
Don't be frontin son -- no seeds on the bun
We be up in this drive through order for two
I gots a cravin' fo' a numba nine like my shoe
We need some chicken up in here, in this dizzle(?)
For rizzle my mizzle, extra salt on da frizzle
Doctor pepper my brothah, another for ya motha
Double-double supah size and don't forget the fries CRISPY
Mcdonald's drive thru rap
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Day 1 of Master Cleanse = FAILED!
I didn't want to lose weight, or not have the energy to workout. And I didn't want to miss the sensation of chewing. Weird eh!
How come you're always such a fussy young man
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it
Don't want to argue, I don't want to debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it
Don't you tell me you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are some cryin' shame
You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it
You better listen, better do what you're told
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it, you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it - Weird Al Yankovic
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