System Of A Down - X lyric

Tell the people,
Tell the people that arrive,
Tell the people,
Tell the people that arrive,
We don't need to multiply,
We don't need to multiply,
We don't need to multiply,
We don't need to multiply,
Die.

Show your people
Show your people how we died
Show your people
Show your people how we died,
We don't need to nullify,
We don't need to nullify,
We don't need to nullify,
We don't need to nullify
No need to nullify,
No need to nullify,
No need to nullify,
We don't need to nullify
Die.

We don't need to,
We don't need to,
We don't need to,
We don't need to.

Ask your people,
Ask your people what is right,
Ask your people,
Ask your people what is right,
We don't need to multiply,
We don't need to multiply,
We don't need to multiply,
We don't need to multiply,
No need to multiply,
No need to multiply,
No need to multiply,
We don't need to multiply.

KoRn - Break Some Off lyric

"I am living without you
You think everything will be fine
I find making it hard to like
Realize nothing is left inside

I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
Going to lose my mind
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
I feel I'm feeling fine
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
No it won't be fine
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off

My lies is going to hurt you
my phase not going to wait this time
I play, games just to spite you
I know, you're going to believe this time

I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
Going to lose my mind
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
I feel I'm feeling fine
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
No it won't be fine
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off

Feel me as I'm laughing
Leaving, eating, fucking
Hating all this bullshit
Maybe I can't stand this
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I can't stand this

I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
Going to lose my mind
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
I feel I'm feeling fine
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
No it won't be fine
I'm bout to break some fuckin' off
Off, off, off, off
"

Eminem - Adrenaline Rush lyric

Get the fuck up
Aiyo, when I step up in the bar
Everybody hit the fuckin’ floor
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
Cause when I spit on mic’s, I spit raw
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
I keep the club owner vexed
Cause he gotta pay me when I spit
Plus replace a lot of shit
Niggers get to wildin’
When my words echoes the room like
(Get your hand out my pockets)
You sock shit while my topics rockin’
I’m banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
Loud speakin’ like a fuckin’ sports announcer
I spit the block hot ‘til you rush the bouncer
Or rush the motherfucker in your way who’s bouncin’
You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncin’

Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I’ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records ‘til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin’ but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker

When I speak I blow out your tweeters
A dog
Show out with speakers
Roll out with heaters
I’m just a animal eatin’ the game
Jungle monkey
Funky, and Obie’s the name
I roll solo
Never been a hoe, though
Keep gats vocal
When cats act loco
Where you at when I’m movin’ the crowd
You get trampled, mashed on Detroit style
Up out your seats
Pump out the E’s
Off the beats, the crowd "Obie, please"
Where my niggers at, smokin’ them trees
Off the cognac, finger fuckin’ a skeez
That’s how it is when you party with me
You don’t like it?
You L7 like a square be

Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I’ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records ‘til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin’ but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker

Yo, and since I came
I’ve rearranged the place with blaze
Stage dive with Colt Seavers, DNA
I’m so addicted to gettin’ niggers lifted
Drunk off the liquid
O. Trice, the misfit
Dousin’ the crowd with piss and bile
We underground, motherfucker, fix your frown
I be the boy with the whiskey toy
Off a whiskey
You never been to skeet before
So throw up your hands and
Peep out your man’s when
I come through
Next quarter Trice intervene use
And trust, I’m attackin’ it
I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriet
That’s why I’m so miraculous
And Obie gets you niggers pumped up
I’ll see you next coliseum, chump
That’s right, it’s your Obie Trice fucked up
Off weed... E’s and whiskey

Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I’ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records ‘til I sleep motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothin’ but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed motherfucker
I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker

Elvis Presley - Milkcow Blues Boogie lyric

Well, I woke up this morning,
And I looked out the door.
I can tell that old milk cow
By the way she lowed.

Hold it fellows, that don’t move me.
Let’s get real, real gone for a change.

Well, I woke up this morning
And I looked out the door
I can tell that that old milk cow
I can tell the way she lowed.

Well, if you’ve seen my milk cow,
Please ride her on home.
I ain’t had no milk or butter
Since that cow’s been gone.

Well, I tried to treat you right,
Day by day.
Get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray.
For you’re gonna need,
You’re gonna need your loving daddy’s help someday.
Well, then you’re gonna be sorry
For treating me this way.

Well, believe me, don’t that sun look good going down?
Well, believe me, don’t that sun look good going down?
Well, don’t that old moon look lonesome
When your baby’s not around.

Well, I tried everything to get along with you.
I’m gonna tell you what I’m going do.
I’m gonna quit my crying, I’m gonna leave you alone.
If you don’t believe I’m leaving, you can count the days i’m
Gone.
I’m gonna leave.
You’re gonna need your loving daddy’s help someday.
Well, you’re gonna be sorry
You treated me this way.