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- Answers (Demo)
- Freaks
- Gods Hands
- Bender
- Can't Even Breathe
- Teething
- The Chauffer
- Sweetest Perfection
- Wicked
Answers (Demo)
I'm searching
Need to find her
Don't think I know when I'm right beside ya
Too much social
I lay down my pride
From the soul
Which comes from the inside
I (am?) the one who is most high
Let me ask you
Cause hows your life?
I dont know so why must i go
To the balcony of forgiveness
And the thought that I must deserve this
(I no lie?)
Just an answer
I just want what's rightfully mine
Go!
Okay! who's the one to say (bite the motor white?)
When the body body (little chop?)
On the grass hun
And when you think that you can catch it
Can I get none
So on the paw still
Sing the same note
And the (piece of lock?)
Is where I need you
I'll just take it
And like take it
Shhh... I can.
This time
Well I'm buried under the ashes
All the things that I took for granted
Do you wonder who wrote the story?
All have faced the same road before me
Let me ask just one more time
Mighty words that try to distract me
But it's faith that makes us believe thee
Yes I know but that's not the question
You're my guide and show me direction
What we do to hold this time
Go!
Okay! who's the one to say (bite the motor white?)
When the body body (little chop?)
On the grass hun
And when you think that you can catch it
Can I get none
So on the paw still
Sing the same note
And the (piece of lock?)
Is where I need you
I'll just take it
And like take it
Okay!
Will i know (Untill i dig her?)
When will I know
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Freaks
Hoh, ok, (my dick is small at times my dick is misbled?)
Ya cop (tall?),
Ya make out (think oh maybe youll survive?)
Oh well if you cant do that
At least I take a little to the (grapes?)
Yes get that straight , uh,
Yes the pencil be all to the point
Get it out
And screw all the (fats that doin shit?)
Fuck what (lets get the body goin down?)
What what
What it
It's nothin but crazy shit
So we gon say..
There's too many people
And too many freaks
And too many eyeballs starin' at me
What
There's too many people
And too many freaks
Too many eyeballs starin' at me
Well ok
Made me (maybe?)
Cry give it all what you got
And say whats
True, Yo , but if it isnt yo lets get it on ( flow?)
I got to wait for mine,
They say wait you dont know
It dont matter to me
(a girl's about to wet her thing?)
Won't smile for gus
But dont give a fuck
Shake about
The word
The balls will get down
And it's all for good (you'll face your mom for this?)
Hey and one more time
Because there's too many people
And too many freaks
Too many eyeballs starin' at me
Huh
There's too many people
And too many freaks
And too many eyeballs starin' at me
Well
Come on
These eyes
There's too many people
And too many freaks
And too many eyeballs starin' at me
Huh
(Go get it!)
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Gods Hands
Hey a marionette girl
With the pain and don’t lie
Liquefy your meaning
But wont tell her you miss her she's with me
Cause I’m done you know
But it tastes like mud
Don’t tell her you love her
She's with me
I know you may make her feel a whore
I wont tell her I miss her
She’s not feeling sore
Cause I’m gone inside
But it tastes like mud!
But I know you hate me
But that’s ok cuz I hate you too
Leaving here and you won
Shut the fuck up!
Leaving tomorrow
I’m gone leaving to god
You might be my girl
Leave to god
You're my little girl
Even to god I’m gone
Cause I’m gone inside
But it tastes like mud!
But I know you hate me
But that’s ok cuz I hate you too
Leaving here and you won
Shut the fuck up!
Leaving to god you were a girl
Leaving to god he might be a girl
leaving to god to find a girl
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Bender
From Sevendust's "Home"
Sweet, contain me around only to... I Spit!
Step on my disease
So nice to see me bleed
Step on my disease
I cannot contain
Slow it Down.. I'm
So winded
I've fallen down... again
Taste..
...The numb of my teeth Forever it makes me... Sick!!
Step on my disease
So nice to see me bleed
Step on my disease
I cannot contain
Slow it Down... I'm
So winded
I've fallen down... again
I follow the walking dead
Now that you found out somewhat about me
I wonder how long it will be before you leave
Slow it down.. I'm
So winded...
Slow it down...
I've fallen down... Again
Slow it Down
I'm so winded
So end it
I've fallen down.. Again
I follow the walking dead
Spit!
Stupid Fuck...
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Can't Even Breathe
I can't breathe and arrive
With style
I'm still a sucker
Feeding it pills
With wine, it's tricky how
I'm pushin you back but still you ain't gone
Pushing you back but still you ain't gone
Pushing you back but still you ain't gone
It makes some sense look
I can't breathe and her eyes are dry
But still I will fuck her to keep alive
Plus my arms are still broke
But watch me
Push you back but still you ain't gone
(Go)
Pushing you back but still you ain't gone
Pushing you back but still you ain't gone
It makes so much sense oh god
She's gone
Gone
It's so sad
Wait up
I'm a wait right here
Right here
It's just gonna wait for me right here
It's funny how it goes
Think I'll... sometimes...
Yes to all the fuckin world
One minute
One minute ago
There's just one minute ago
I remember
I was all that
Gone
Say you ain't still
Gone
I can't breathe and arrive
With my style
So watch you watch me
Fuck her just one more time
Wait till my arms heal and I'll
Push you back but still you ain't gone
Pushing you back but still you ain't gone
I'll fuckin push hard
Pushing you back but still you ain't gone
It makes no fuckin sense
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Teething
First you smile at lord, I found you first
Liquified inside you, But it hurts if I even see you
Make you smile, I look over and cry, I get by!
But that's to bad you get stuck with all alone!
Look at yourself you ain't no genius!
You want to find, you won't find me,
I'm coming home, but I
First you raining for, It can't be seen
Liquified him more and more, F*ck you b*tch!
-gibberish- to go and I go and I and
I don't know Cause I'm sick
And this ain't fun at all!
But that's too bad you get stuck with whores
Look at yourself you ain't no genius
you want to fly, you won't find me I'm coming home I
But that's too bad you get stuck with whores
Look at yourself you ain't no genius
you want to find you won't find me I'm coming home,hurt
You got hair, clothes,the fashion, the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't know
You got hair, clothes,the fashion, the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me something
Your this close to fashion, the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't know
Your this close to fashion,the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me something Tell me something
Say your prayers
But that's too bad you get stuck with all alone
Look at yourself you ain't no genius
you want to find, you won't find me
I'm coming home I
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The Chauffer
Out on the tar plains, the glides are moving
All looking for a new place to drive
You sit beside me, so newly charming
Sweating dew drops glisten, freshing your side
The sun slips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart
Sing Blue Silver
Way down the lane away, living for another day
The aphids swarm up in the drifting haze
Swim seagull in the sky towards that hollow western isle
My envied lady holds you fast in her gaze
The sun slips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart
Sing Blue Silver
And watching lovers part, I feel you smiling
What glass splinters lie so deep in your mind
To tear out from your eyes with a word to stiffen brooding lies
But I'll only watch you leave me further behind
The sun slips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart
Sing Blue Silver
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Sweetest Perfection
by Depeche Mode
The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection of any kind
I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken
When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens
The sweetest perfection
Things you'd expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me
Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn't trade
The sweetest perfection
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
Nothing can stop me
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Wicked
From Korn's "Life is Peachy"
Yo Chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the headphones...
Wicked
Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style
and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a trunk full of 9's
Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole
Ready to Buck Buck Buck but it's a must to Duck Duck Duck
Before I bust ya
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the tight mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillin
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O'neal
Wicked, Wreckin
Baby, I'll rock that tassle baby, take it... cos I'm
'Cause I get Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
Yes I Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
Yes I Wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on the volume
Don't say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-T
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket
but ya talkin...
Chorus
People wanna know how come I get a gat
and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the people, y'all might just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims
I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...
Chorus
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