Yellowcard - Rough Landing, Holly lyric

Left the ground in black and white
And when the plane went down
The colors all around
I know by now, the margin's slight
And still I can't get out
She's all I think about
Can’t let her go
It's who you know

(Chorus)
We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go

She moves fast, takes control
And like a heart attack I know I can't turn back
And the time just passed, nights moved slow
And she was all I had
I thought I’d never last
Can’t let her go
It's who you know

(Chorus)
We come down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go

We came down to watch the world walk by
And all she found was trouble in my eyes
From the sky she pulled me down tonight

She calls out the father I fly
I love that sound so give me one more line
From the sky she pulled me down tonight
Let her go

KoRn - All In The Family lyric

Fred : Say what, say what? (x4)

Jon : My dick is bigger than yours...

Fred : Say what, say what? (x3)

Jon : My band is bigger than yours...

Fred : Too bad I got your beans in my bag,
stuck-up sucka, corny motherfucka'.
Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp,
need a Bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little east side skill,
ya best step back 'cuz Imma kill,
Imma kill.
So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.

Jon : Check you out punk,
yes I know you feel it.
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video,
you little faget ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'cuz right now I'm all it kid,
suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.

Fred : Who the fuck you think you're talking to??

Jon : Me.

Fred : I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.

Jon : Whatever.

Fred : All up in my face with that...

Jon : Are you ready?!?

Fred : But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy, smelling all your flowers.
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!

Jon : oh Yeah, baby!

Fred : I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod,
but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.

Jon : What the fuck ya' sayin'?
You're a pimp whateva', limp dick.
Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
needs to reverse what he's saying.
Wannabe funk-joke is what you're playin',
rippin' up a bad counterfeit,
fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying,
you can't eat that shit every day,
Fred. Lay off the bacon.

Fred : Say what, say what?
You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.

CHORUS:
Jon:So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what
Both: It's all in the family

Jon: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what,
Both: It's all in the family

Jon : Look at you fool,
I'm gonna fuck you up twice,
throwin' rhymes at me like,
oh shit alive, like Vanilla Ice. Ya better run,
run while ya can, can never fuck me up,
Bizkit. At least I got a phat,
original band.

Fred : Who's hot, who's not?

Jon : You.

Fred : You best step back, Korn on the cob,
you need a new job.
Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist,
and buy yourself a new grill.

Jon : Fuck you.

Fred : You pumpkin pie,
I'll jack-off in your eye.
Climbing shoots and ladders,
while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away.

Jon : Cus your gay?

Fred : 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.

CHORUS

Fred : You call yourself a singer?

Jon : Yep.

Fred : You're more like Jerry Springer.

Jon : Oh cool!

Fred : Your favorite band is winger,

Jon : Winger?

Fred : and all you eat is Zingers.
You're like a Fruity Pebble,
your favorite flag is rebel.

Jon : Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!

Fred : It's just too bad that you're a fag,
and on a lower level.

Jon : So you're from Jacksonville,
kickin' it like Buffalo Bill.
Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck,
while your sister's on her
knees waitin' for your little grapenut

Fred : Hey, where'd ya get that little dance?

Jon : Over here.

Fred : Like them idiots in Waco,
you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother,
your mother had your brother,

Jon: Nah!
Fred: it's just too bad your father's mad,
your mother's now your lover.

Jon : Come on hillbilly,
can your horse do a fuckin' wheely?
You've been livin' down south, and boy,
you sure do got a purdy mouth.

CHORUS

Jon : and I love you!

Fred : and I want you!

Jon : and I'll suck you!

Fred : and I'll fuck you!

Jon : and I'll butt-fuck you!

Fred : and I'll eat you!

Jon : and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.

Fred : Say what, say...What?

Our Lady Peace - Eternal Life lyric

Eternal life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin man, just need one last nail...
While all these ugly gentlemen play out their foolish games
There's a flaming red horizon that screams our names

(chorus):
And as your fantasies are broken in two
Did you really think this bloody road would pave the way for you?
You better turn around and blow your kiss hello to life eternal, angel

Racist everyman, what have you done?
Man, you've made a killer of your unborn son
Crown my fear your king, at the point of a gun
All I wanna do is love everyone

(chorus)

There's no time for hatred, only questions
What is love?
Where is happiness?
What is a life?
Where is peace?
When will I find the strength to bring me relief?

Tell me where is the love in what your prophet has said?
Man it sounds to me just like a prison for the walking dead
Well I've got a message for you and your twisted hope
You'd better turn around and blow your kiss goodbye to life eternal, angel

Elvis Presley - This Is Living lyric

This is living, full of fun and free
This is living, that’s the life for me

It’s good to laugh and sing, don’t worry about a thing
Wear a happy smile, cut loose and run a mile
If you relax and just enjoy it all, life has got to be a ball

This is living, full of fun and free
This is living, that’s the life for me

It wouldn’t mean a thing
If I could be a king
I really wouldn’t care
To be a millionaire
I’d rather find someone to love a lot
Live and give it all I’ve got

This is living, full of fun and free
This is living, that’s the life for me

Don’t wanna settle down
I gotta move around
I gotta lot of time
I’m gonna wait and find
The kinda girl who’s heart is restless too
The kind who feels the way I do

This is living, full of fun and free
This is living, that’s the life for me

Weird Al Yankovic - Dog Eat Dog lyric

Found a job in a great big office
And I really love this place
I got my, my very own Scotch tape dispenser
And I got a private parking space, ha

And I, I got a coffee mug with my name right on it
In big bold letters so everyone knows it's mine
Don't even touch it, 'cause, 'cause it doesn't belong to you
I'm watching you, so don't get funny

I'm climbing up, up the corporate ladder
Watch out, it's dog eat dog
Nose against the grindstone, it feels all right
Watch out, well, it's dog eat dog, here we go

I love to watch my boss get angry
So I can count the veins in his neck, ha
Every day is like a picnic
Every Friday, get a check

Well, do I smell jelly donuts? This is my lucky day
I'll have some coffee with a carcinogenic sweetener
Hold on a minute, just one more jelly donut
They'll never miss it, no, they'll never miss it

I, I'm climbing up, up the corporate ladder
Watch out, well, it's dog eat dog
Nose against the grindstone, it feels all right
Watch out, hey, well, it's dog eat dog

Sometimes I can't believe this is all really happening
Sometimes I can't believe that I'm really sitting here
Sometimes I tell myself, this is not my beautiful stapler
Sometimes I tell myself, this is not my beautiful chair

No-duddi-o d-du-du-oh-ya, ha, ha

Nobody's sure what I do here
And, ah, that's just fine with me
Five o'clock is here much too soon now
'Cause I just never wanna leave

I can bend paper clips into the shapes of small animals
Maybe I could get on, on David Letterman
I think I made a big mistake
Where's my liquid paper, where's my liquid paper

I, I'm climbing up, way up the corporate ladder now
Watch out, well, it's dog eat dog
Nose against the grindstone, it feels all right
Better be careful now, it's dog eat dog
Watch me work, hey, hey, stand back now
Look out, mama, it's dog eat dog
Nose against the grindstone, it feels real good

Hey, dog eat dog, here we go
(doggy doggy dog dog, it's dog eat dog)
I said pang-ang, dog eat dog
(woof woof, hey hey, dog eat dog)
I said, (sound), dog eat dog
(here we go, ha, dog eat dog)
La la ha he, dog eat dog, la la ha he, dog eat dog
(ruff ruff, dog eat dog, dog eat dog)

Eminem - Cum On Everybody lyric

[Gurl] Hmm-hmm-hmhmhmmhm.. ahhh, whooooo!! Shit
[Em] Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um... twelve
(whattup whattup whattup.. Outsidaz)
[Em] This is my dance song (Outsidaz)
Can you hear me?
(Rah Digga, Pacewon, Young Zee)
[Em] Aight, ay turn my headphones up
(bust it bust it)

[Eminem]
My favoite color is red, like the blood shed
from Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin at my shishkabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve
(I can't stand white people!)
You thought I was livid, now I'm even more so
Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe {*wolf whistle*}
I'm in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show
(Yo can you sign this right here?)
I just remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it
I'm freestylin every verse that I spit
cause I don't even remember the words to my shit (umm, one two)
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
and gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my LP on your Christmas gift list
You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight (8X)

[Eminem]
Yo.. yo yo yo yo
I tried suicide once and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
and I was wavin it at everybody screamin, I suck (I SUCK!!!)
I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd
and yell out loud, All y'all get the hell out now
Fuck rap, I'm givin it up y'all, I'm sorry
(But Eminem this is your record release party!)
I'm bored out of my gourd -- so I took a hammer
and nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford
Guess I'm just a sick sick bastard
who's one sandwich short of a picnic basket (I ain't got it all)
One Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
(ohhhhhhh) And if you ever see a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight (8X)

[Eminem]
Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit
Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy {*wolf whistle*}
So I told em I was Mike D
They was like, Gee I don't know, he might be!
I told em, Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin by the Loch Ness Monster (okay) peace out (bye!!)
Then I jetted to the weed house
Smoked out til I started bustin freestyles
Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick (*slurping*}
Made a couple of prank calls collect [*brrrrrrring, click*]
Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?
I wanna make songs all the fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight (20X)

Elvis Presley - Solitaire lyric

There was a man, a lonely man
Who lost his love, thru his indifference
A heart that cared that went unshared
Until it died within his silence

And solitaire is the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
He’s playing solitaire

And keeping to himself, begins to deal
And still the king of hearts is well concealed
Another losing games comes to an end
And deals them out again

A little hope goes up in smoke
Just how it goes, goes without saying
There was a man, a lonely man
Who would command the hand he’s playing

And solitaire is the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
He’s playing solitaire

And keeping to himself, begins to deal
And still the king of hearts is well concealed
Another losing games comes to an end
And deals them out again

And solitaire is the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
He’s playing solitaire

Eminem - Kill You lyric

[Eminem]
When I was just a little baby boy,
my momma used to tell me these crazy things.
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
she used to tell me he hated me.
But then I got a little bit older and I realized,
she was the crazy one.
But there was nothin’ I could do or say to try to change her,
cuz that's just the way she was.

They said I can't rap about bein’ broke no more.
They aint say I can't rap about coke no more.
(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
‘till the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin’ I'm playin’
Thinkin’ I'm sayin’ this shit cuz I'm thinkin’ it just to be sayin’ it
(AHHH!) Put your hands down BITCH, I ain't gon' shoot you.
I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin’ too much chaos
Just bend over and take it slut, okay Ma?
“Oh, now he's rapin’ his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You goddamn right BITCH, and now it's too late,
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states.
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicodin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*}
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin’ from his neck, while his head barely hangs on.
Blood, guts, guns, cuts.
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts.

Chorus: Eminem

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me.
Girls neither- you ain't nuttin but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef.
We ain't gon' never stop beefin’ I don't squash the beef.
You better kill me? I'ma be another rapper dead
for poppin’ off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said.
But when they kill me - I'm bringin’ the world with me.
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin’ but a girl to me.

..I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady, (‘cause why?)
‘Cause Shady, will fuckin’ kill you. (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady, (wha?)
Cuz Shady, will fuckin’ kill you

[Eminem]
Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Fuck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm tryin’ to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't acid rap, but I rap on acid
Got a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on added.
WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? NO! Eminem'll assault.
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
to do it again, THEN, if he does it again
you'll probably end up jumpin’ out of somethin’ up in the 10th
(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done, this ain't the chorus.
I ain't even drugged you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
in the tub but that's normal ain't it, Norman?
Serial killer hidin’ murder material
in a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine,
out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in.

Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!")

[Eminem]
Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause ladies’ screams keep creepin’ in Shady's dreams.
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
these eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!
TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
just to argue with 'em cuz their ratings stink?
FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer,
from fat bitch to all seventy-thousand pounds of her.
From principal, to the student body, and counselor,
from in-school, to before school, to out of school.
I don't even believe in breathin’, I'm leavin’ air in your lungs
just to hear you keep screamin’ for me to seep it.
OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY
I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.
I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS sag
You faggots keep eggin’ me on ‘till I have you at knifepoint,
then you beg
me to stop?
SHUT UP! Gimme your hands and feet!
I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you!
YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!

Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!"
ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!")

[Eminem] Hahaha, I'm just playin’ ladies. You know I love you.

Keane - Allemande lyric

Allemande, where have you gone?
Did I know anything about you?
Many moons have come and gone
They wane so easily without you

All along I said we'd be sorry, sorry
And so we are

And ain't that the way that
The way that the wind blows
And ain't that the way that
The way that the wind blows
And ain't that the way that
The way that the wind blows you home?
Sorry, sorry, and so we are

Allemande, your face so long
And all my silly hopes hung on you
All along I said we'd be sorry, sorry
And so we are

And ain't that the way that
The way that the wind blows
And ain't that the way that
The way that the wind blows
And ain't that the way that
The way that the wind blows you home?
Sorry, sorry, and so we are

Oh.....no....
The way that the wind blows you home
Sorry, sorry, and so we are

2 Pac - Got My Mind Made Up lyric

Verse One: Daz

You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...

Verse Two: Tupac

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
We must be based on nothin better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote
Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

Chorus: Method Man

I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]
get in get in too [get on it]
let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride... tonight's tha night

Verse Three: Kurupt

Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

Verse Four: Method Man

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfuckin mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Verse Five: Redman

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from tha rear block
to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
Then proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly
And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels]
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