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Chorus:
People Say that im a bad influence
i say the worlds already fucked im just addin to it
they say im suicidal teenagers newest idol
come on!
do as i do
go ahead get mad and do it
People Say that im a bad influence
i say the worlds already fucked im just addin to it
they say im suicidal teenagers newest idol
come on!
do as i do
go ahead get mad and do it
(just pull the plug)
Hand me an 8 beam me up and land me in space
i’ma sit on top of the world and shit on brandy and mase
im more then ill scarier then a white journalist in a room with lauryn hill
human horror film
but with a lot funnier plot and people who feel me cuz i’ma still be the mad rapper weather i got money or not as long as im on pills and i got plenty of pot i’ll be in a cannoe paddling making fun of your yatch
but i would like an award for the best rapper to get one mic and a source
and a woredrobe i can afford otherwise i might just send up
“pack striking at ford” and you wonder what the fuck i need more vicoden for
everybody’s pissing me off even a No Limit tank looks like a middle finger sideways flipping me off
no shit im in grave danger to my health why else would i kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself
Course
Verse 2:
im the illest rapper to hold the “cordless” patroling corners looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
im meaner in action then “rosco” beating james “star” Sr. across the back with vaccuum cleaner attachments
i grew up in a wild hood as a hazardous youth with a fucked up childhood that i use as an excuse and ain’t shit changed i kept the same mindstate
since the 3rd time i failed 9th grade
you probably think im a negative person dont be so sure of it i dont promote violence i just encourage it i laugh at the sight of death as i fall down a cement flight of steps and land aside a bed of spider webs
so throw caution to the wind you and a friend can jump off of a bridge and if you live do it again (Shit) why not blow your brain out im blowing mine out fuck it you only live once you might as well die now [just let it go]
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Verse 3:
my laser disc will make you take a razor to your wrist Make you satanistic
Make you take the pistol to your face
And place the clip and cock it back
And let it go until your brains
are rippin’ out your skull so bad
to sew you back would be a waste of stitches
I’m not a Role Model, I don’t wanna babysit kids
I got one little girl, and Hailey Jade is Shady’s business
And Shady’s just an alias I made to make you pissed off
Where the fuck were you when Gil was payed to make me dishwash
I make a couple statements and now look how crazy shit got
You made me get a bigger attitude than 80 Kim scotts
And she almost got the same fate that Grady’s bitch got
I know that Just the Two of Us would make you hate me this much
And Just the Two of Us
That ain’t got shit to do with us and our personal life
It’s just words on a mic.
So you can call me a punk, a pervert or a chauvinist pig
But the funny shit is that I still go with the bitch
The evening was long, my guesses were true
You saw me see you
That something you said, the timing was right
The pleasure was mine
The time and the place, the look on your face
Sincerest of eyes
If you’re ready or not, the state of our hearts
There’s no time to take
When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing
It could begin and end in one evening
We were caught by the light
Held on to the day till it became ours
The minutes went by, the cab is outside
There’s no time to take
When we parted, moving on
And believing it could begin and end in one evening
When we started both brokenhearted
Not believing it could begin and end in one evening
When we parted, moving on
And believing it could begin and end in one evening
JAY-Z LYRICS
“Big Pimpin’ (Extended)”
(feat. U.G.K.)
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It’s big pimpin baby..
It’s big pimpin, spendin G’s
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
You know I – thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don’t fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don’t fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I’m breezin
Talkin bout, “What’s the reasons?”
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it’s, beep beep and I’m pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I’ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y’all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I’ll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo’ ass in
And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
[Chorus One: Jay-Z]
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin – big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
[Bun B]
Nigga it’s the – big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill’ up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that’s my scenario
No I can’t fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin – they say, “There he go!”
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo’ heat than a little bit
We don’t pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won’t be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo’ vocab
Don’t be surprised if yo’ hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo’ slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can’t take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo’ bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo’ ass to the back as I’m flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro’s on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That’s the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain’t the track that we flow’s on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo’ real it don’t get no bigger man
Don’t trip, let’s flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool
[Chorus Two: Bun B]
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga
[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can’t fuck witch’all
If I wasn’t rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y’all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise
[Chorus Two]
[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades… sippin that ray…
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It’ll sell by night its extra white…
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that’s what’s up
[Chorus]
Ours (Charles Souchon) : Orange (Album:Mi)
Ours: Mi
Camille Bazbaz: Tout ce que tu veux
Camille Bazbaz: Sur le bout de la langue
Da Silva: Tout va pour le mieux
The Do- On my shoulders
Renan Luce: La Lettre
Serj Tankian- Empty Walls
Mika – Billy Brown
La Fouine: On s’en bat les couilles
50 cent- Ayo technology
B.Spears: Gimme more
Leilla Negrau- Ker Fom
Benjamin Biolay-Dans la merco benz
Sickman Lyrics (Alice In Chains)
Alice In Chains – Sickman Lyrics
What The Hell Am I?
Thousand Eyes, A Fly
Lucky Then I’d Be
In One Day Deceased
Sickman, Sickman, Sickman
I Can Feel The Wheel But I Can’t Steer
When My Thoughts Become My Biggest Fear
Ah, What’s The Difference, I’ll Die
In This Sick World Of Mine
What The Hell Am I?
Leper From Inside
Inside Wall Of Peace
Dirty And Diseased
Sickman, Sickman, Sickman
I Can See The End Is Getting Near
I Won’t Rest Untill My Head Is Clear
Can You See The End?
Choke On Me My Friend
Must To Drown These Thoughts
Purity Over Rot
Yeah, Though I Walk Through The Valley Of Rape
And Despair
With Head High And Eyes Alert
I Tread On A Plane Of Many
We Who Are Of Good Nature And Intention,
But Cannot Touch On The Dark
Recess Of Memory
And Pain Learned, So Come Walk
With Me, Feel The Pain,
And Release It
What The Hell Am I?
Worn Eroded Pride
Saddened 10 Mile Wide
I’m Gonna Let It Slide
Sickman, Sickman, Sickman
I Can Feel The Wheel But I Can’t Steer
When My Thoughts Become My Biggest Fear
Ah, What’s The Difference, I’ll Die
In This Sick World Of Mine
Being Chetan Ramchurn 
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