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Tomb Raider
03:28
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{Get that soft shit outta here…..buzzz}
{Hype you up like a mutha}
HookZ
I’m Blazin! Don’t let me fade away
I’m lazy, waste my dayz away
Contagious, Can’t Reverse the Pain
Tomb Raider! Tomb Raider!
Verse 1 (I mean.. It’s a verse I guess)
Look up at the balcony, takin’ my time,
Demons lookin’ down, sippin’ on cheap wine,
Have you danced with the devil in the pale moon light? (well have you????)
Strike a Match! Let it burn! Pyromania Life! {what a stupid line}
{Interlude - So many motha fuckas}
Verse TWO (the moose is coming)
I was under the impression that you weren’t comin’ back,
You got slapped last time you said the Earth was flat {as you should mutha fucka}
How’d your mom get the nickname “Hips of Rage” *dies*
Three, Two, One - BEAST MOOSE ENGAGE! *double dies*
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2. |
Burn Down the South
04:19
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Burn Down the South
By George Slade
Verse 1
Burn it down, Smoke it out, Don’t nobody need the south,
About a million small towns that the world could do without,
Born and raised in the place that made the KKK
Still flyin’ rebel flags to represent our states
No justice, No Peace, No early release,
People dying on their knees next to crooked police,
McMillian was innocent, still got death penalty,
We’re just searchin’ for Mercy amidst this endless disease
2020, there’s still plenty people hatin’ on the many
That look different, it’s ignorance, the hate down here’s indigenous
If you wanna make a difference, strike a match and lose your grip,
And let it fall into the pit, the world won’t miss this place a bit,
Chorus
Burn it down, Burn Down the South
Verse 2
Where else in the world has caused so much distress?
I feel ashamed when I gotta give out my mailing address,
I wanna get out the south, come back and burn it all down,
Start it over from scratch, don’t let those good ol’ boys back,
Heaven forbid you’re not a heterosexual
Southern Baptist White Male gone full evangelical
They say stand for the flag, but fly the stars and bars
If the country’s a face, then the south is the scar,
We can’t just rearrange the room, we gotta cauterize the wound,
Rain fire from the sky, Let ‘em burn, let ‘em die
Let ‘em bleed, watch ‘em writhe, the truth I can’t deny,
If the day ever arrives, we’re gonna light up the sky
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3. |
Raised In America
06:20
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"Raised In America"
"Raised In America, kids don't have a chance when they're raised in America,
Raised In America, look down at the world when you're raised in America,
Raised In America, Slave to the dollar when you're raised in America,
Raised in America, Something's got to give for the raised in America,
And What can you say in America,
When teenagers get hysteria,
'Cause the pastors at church give 'em gonorrhea
Don't know if their classmates are carryin'
Can they hold down a GPO
Or will they get mowed down by the A K?
Will they live long enough to graduate,
When you need kevlar to get through the day
They got snapchat, instagram, tik tok, got What's App
Got self shots by naked girls,
Got cyber bullies breaking all the rules
STD's from group sex, suicides from group text
Study groups for big tests get group rates for percosets
Culture shocked and obsessed, over worked, over stressed
Marketing overt sex, dulling their alertness,
5 year old's on adderall so doped up they can't read at all
American dreams are the root cause, cause everybody wants it all
Shopping malls with discounts,
Gotta bling bling with my wrist out,
Got to law a way at the checkout,
Cause I can't afford this right now,
Buy today, pay tomorrow, credit cards, beg and borrow
Get the bill and I'm feelin' sorrow,
Closet's full but I'm feelin' hollow,
Modern times got us feelin' sick,
Gotta talk to the therapist,
Can't get in without full insurance,
Marathons take less endurance,
Grab the bottle, turn it up,
Drink it straight from solo cups,
Need the weed just to get to sleep,
Been gave up on countin' sheep,
Got newscasts in every ear, got anything you wanna hear
Pick your channel, pick your poison,
Choose your side, your path is chosen,
They tell you what to think, they tell you what to say
I hope we all wake up, before it's too late,
Racist cops, beating kids, shooting up the innocent,
In danger if you're not white, if you go out at night,
Hell, they'll shoot you in daylight, plantin' evidence on site,
Miss a month of work, still get paid,
But in the ground is where their victims lay,
At work snatched by ICE raids,
Families forced to separate,
Kids come up in the foster state,
The cycle gets to reciprocate,
We can spend a billion dollars just to build some missiles yall,
But can't provide the things that kids and teachers need for school in fall,
California to Mississippi, all the way up to New York City,
All aboard if you're comin' with me,
We're here to fight the hypocrisy,
Fight for those that don't got a chance,
Bang your head if you can't dance,
Stand for those that can't stand,
Kneel when they play the anthem,"
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4. |
If God Exist
05:04
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If god Exist
By George Slade
Verse 1
If god exists then I really don’t care,
What the hell has he done for the people down here,
You want me to worship, when the world is horse shit,
I wish god’s mom had got an abortion,
Blood on your knees from giving up offers,
All that prayer ain’t stopping the slaughter,
Sunday school, white shirts and collars,
Preachers PREY on sons and daughters
Pre Chorus
From the day I was born I was told to believe,
And let the savior come into me,
But a girl is evil for contraception,
While rapist preachers go to heaven?
Chorus
If God Exist…
Verse 2
They tell you to pray if you get locked up,
They tell you to pray when you get knocked up,
They tell you to pray when you get shot up,
Ain’t one time has god showed up,
Holocaust? He didn’t show up,
Columbine? He didn’t show up,
Sandy Hook? He didn’t show up,
Ain’t one time has god showed up,
Verse 3
If god exist you can keep him,
I don’t want nothin’ to do with the preachin’,
Tired of hearin’ how I need to be Christian,
When it’s all one big oppressive system,
When your faith is based in misogyny
And you’re savin’ face with dishonesty,
Can you even practice what you preach,
When the truth isn’t even what you seek,
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5. |
Crash & Burn
04:27
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You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, rock & roll silhouette
Rock me til I’m soakin’ wet, rock me til there’s nothin’ left
Even in the bedroom, gotta keep me in tune,
Always putting on a show, start me up and watch me go,
Gotta crash and burn ‘cause there ain’t no other way to be,
You only lift once, after that you’re just a memory,
Take it to the limit, leave ‘em chokin’ on your dust,
Take me to another level and don’t ever let it up,
Take me to the top, make it drop, don’t stop
Crash & Burn!
Thigh high definition, HD live it up, Back it up, press play,
Cause I never get enough,
Take me to another level when you take me on the run,
You know life without pain is a life without fun,
Do or die, hit ‘em high, never let ‘em see ya sweat,
You may think you seen it all, but you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,
It’s like left right left, cadence keep em in step
March forward to the fight until there ain’t nodoby left
Shots fall from the wall, rain of fire, kill ‘em all,
So I’m gonna keep it up until the tombstone calls
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Verse Uno (you didn’t)
Rich people, rich people, who'd you buy today?
Say! HOw much did you pay? How many lies you give away?
Rich people, rich people, wonder how you taste
Better with some salt & Pepper or a dash of mayonnaise
I can’t believe it’s not butter, you’re a greasy mother fucker
Eat the rich for lunch and supper, ate your tongue and now you stutter
You play with lives like kids with toys, we’ll treat you like some Chips A Hoy
Crack your nuts like almond joy, and feed you the girls and boys
Your meats are sweet like Tasty Treats, Your bones are home in my calzones
Had to grind them down to paste, like Frosted Flakes, They’re Greeeaaat!
To feed the poor, let’s eat the rich, then listerine and swish and spit,
Take your turn and feel the burn, your time is up, our time has come
Hook
Eat the Rich and Shit them Out Your Bowels (like you do)
We say fuck the one percent, you can't buy your way out of this torment
we'll fill your shoes up with cement and marinade you in a saltwater trench
You think that's slightly demented, wait til you're good and fermented,
We'll mix you up in bloody marys, blood pudding and rum cherry
Rich Bitch Bridge
Who's got the blackest card in your limousine?
Who's got the sexiest locked up teens?
Who's got the biggest lake on their yacht?
Who purchased every thing that couldn't be bought?
Rosemary, baby and sprig of thyme, we'll turn you into gravy for your crimes
Poured on a flambe of your peers, while G and I sit back drinking beers
Verse2222222222
What's a donation? What's the situation? Oh you need to look good in front of the nation?
No hush money's gonna shut this down, toss you in a wood chipper, drag it downtown
Makin' it rain on your little empire
You'll know pain at our rich bitch fry up
Barbecue heiress, they got that in Paris?
I like mine all bloody and rare with
C.E.O Gratin, and loaded mash
tastes pretty rotten, like corned beef and cash
Wealthy spread for a gilded palette
gotta stay healthy with a fruitful salad
fear battered fingers and whipping sauce
You tell me who's the big bad boss?
Shrimp and grits with your little shrimp dicks
fed it to the dogs but it was too fuckin' rich
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7. |
My Country
04:07
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“My Country”
“Let freedom ring, every body sing,
We ain’t takin’ nothin’ from the GOP,
You wanna save the world? Start packin’ the heat,
Leave Mitch McConnel face down in the streets
March, march, fight, fight,
Take back the day, take back the night
We don’t have a choice, we must resist,
And god won’t do shit ‘cause he doesn’t exist
My country tis of thee, land of evil hypocrisy,
From sea to shining sea, we handle our problems violently,
Children of America, children of the world,
All the little boys, all the little girls,
Who’s gonna save ‘em all from the perverts
When pastors are knockin’ up teens at church
Rich gettin’ richer, churches gettin’ bigger,
Starvation in the streets, who’s the real sinner?
Catch me in studio, catch me with a glock,
Cleaning out the congregation, pop pop pop
Blow up an abortion clinic, call it pro life,
Grown men beatin on their children and their wife,
Wife strikes back goes to jail for life,
In the USA that’s what we call equal rights,
In the USA we point to stars and stripes,
But girls at 12 already scarred for life,
I’m hearin’ feminism makes a hateful group,
Well if that’s true I guess I’m hateful too”
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8. |
Proud of My Sin
04:08
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“Proud of My Sin”
“Proud of my sin / I’ll do it again / Back in the game / I’m in it to win
Proud of my sin / I’ll do it again / Headed to the bottom, and the bottom’s where I’ve been
You could say I sin a lot / Vodka shots and lots of pot
Listened to a lot of rock / Heavy metal and hip hop
Def Leppard and Iggy Pop
Odds are that I’ll never stop / Blasphemy’s my favorite sin / Can’t wait to do it again
You know, I know, they know, that we know
They they all did the same thing back when they were our age,
Back inside the stone age
Granny wore that tight thong
So don’t judge me like I’m wrong
You could say I’ve sinned a lot
Coveted my neighbor’s watch / Lied my ass off to the cops
Ran red lights when I was drunk / Headed home from the strip club
Can’t say I’m proud of all of ‘em
But mostly sins are a lot of fun!”
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9. |
Gingerbread Man
04:14
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“Gingerbread Man”
“Shadows come, shadows go, something lurks in my window
Casting shadows on the wall,
Will it catch me when I fall,
Evil’s on the move tonight,
It may be wrong, it may be right,
Feel his breath blow on my back,
Hear the growl when he attacks,
Tear the flesh, break the skin,
Pay the price for all my sins,
End my life with a single bite,
My soul is on its own tonight,
Catch me, Catch me, if you can,
Can’t catch me I’m the Gingerbread Man,
Break your fingers from your hands,
Spill your blood into the sands,
Lock and Load, Take a stand
Die anyway, I’m the Gingerbrea Man
Across the barren desert sands, hunting for the innocent,
Taking shape with every kill, bathing in the blood it spills
Watch the crowd march by my porch,
Join the mob and grab a torch,
Meet the monster head to head,
When morning comes we might be dead,
No one’s left to tell the tale, how we fought, how we fell,
Write your own story tonight,
You can’t win, but you must fight”
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V1
so many artists have meant something to me
they're added everyday
hard to categorize and name em
love The Beatles and Zeppelin and GNR
Cypress Hill and Snoop took me
in another direction somehow
Outkast, Biggie
came along Metallica
and NOFX and Jimi
Hendrix, Tom Petty
no Milli Vanilli
Busta and Em
I even like a little 50
Then you got Madvillian
DOOM and Madlib fuckin killin
toppin it all off with some J. Dilla
Nirvana, Incubus, and Sloan
Mother Love Bone
Bring in Alice In Chains
to Protect the Throne
don't forget Ghost, Gza, and Meth
Black Thought and Royce
with the bars that make you def
Kanye told us he's about to make a killing
and never forget
that Wu-Tang is for the children
Hook
Drop D & an 808, little heavy metal bit of Doctor Dre,
Grew up on Bone Thugs N Harmony,
Korn came along and change it all for me
drop d and 808
mix a little Tool with some RTJ
A Tribe Called Quest with a dabble of Rage
deftones kickin it with Kendrick and J
V2
Drop D and an 808,
My mind goes off like it’s MIA,
I get lost in the sounds they make,
Straight vibin’ on rhythm and rage,
Jammin’ Def Leppard sittin’ back in my pj’s
10 years old rockin’ Photograph all day
Tag Team came along, way before cell phones
Whoomp, there it is, got hooked on a rap song
Stepped into Disc Jockey, lookin’ for a CD
Picked up Art of War by Bones Thugs N Harmony
Played both discs ‘til they wouldn’t play no more,
Went back to the store, picked up two more,
Thought I knew rock, from what came before
‘Til the day I head my first Drop D Chord
It was Marilyn Manson and the beautiful people
It was all relative to the size of your steeple,
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11. |
Actin' Up
03:53
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