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TESTI
Johnny
Hello, my name is Johnny
Well hello, my name is Johnny
I, like to explain myself
And I, like to complain in vain
Sweet little boy, Johnny!
Sweet little boy, JOHNNY!
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me help you explain your mind
When I help you explain your mind
Hello, my name is Roger
Well hello, my name is Roger
I, like to proclaim myself
A God, and likely ordain myself
Sweet little boy, Roger!
Sweet little boy, ROGER!
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me help you explain your mind
When I help you explain your mind
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me help you explain your mind
When I help you explain your mind
Sweet little boy, Johnny
Sweet little boy, HELLO IT'S ROGER!
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me help you explain your mind
When I help you explain your mind
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me show you the way to mind
Let me help you explain your mind
When I help you explain your mind
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SHAME
I FUCK yo' ass up! (fuck'em up son)
Chorus:
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I FUCK yo' ass up!
HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!
S.O.A.D., live and uncut!
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot!
BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style
Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!
Lasers and blazers
Hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid
Let's get together
[Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!]
Brought like 20 white boys
in the back of a pick-up truck
with hockey pucks and skateboards
on their way to Woodstock
Leave home the glock
I have a gun the size of a blackhole
Shoot planets
Don't get credit
Throw your hands up in the air
Don't panic
Supreme arm leg leg arm head
Wu-Tang-Clan playin' the tightest long dreads.
Chorus:
[Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!]
I come with that ol' loco
Style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals
I'm no joker! Play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya!
Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers
So I can get fzza-funky for yah
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH!
Here comes the Tiger verse Crane!
Ow, be like wild with my style
Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED
WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU!
And get funk like a SHOE!
Chorus
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DAM
Dam you
Stay away from me
I got a disease
Everyone is sleeping
Fuck you
For putting hate in me
For putting faith in me
Everyone is sleeping
Everyone is sleeping
Everyone is sleeping
Everyone is sleeping
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Fuck The System
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit show
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit shame
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit
Bit, bit, bit
[x2]
I'm just the meaning of Pi
Just the meaning of Pi
Just the meaning of Pi
[x2]
War!
Fuck the system
War!
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
War!
Fuck the system
War!
I need to fuck the Sys
I need to fuck the Sys
I need to fuck the Sys
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit show
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit shame
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit
Bit, bit, bit
[x2]
I'm just the meaning of Pi
Just the meaning of Pi
Just the meaning of Pi
[x2]
War!
Fuck the system
War!
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
War!
Fuck the system
War!
I need to fuck the Sys
I need to fuck the Sys
I need to fuck the Sys
You need to fuck the sys
You need to fuck the sys
You need to fuck the sys
You need to fuck the sys
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit show
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit shame
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit
Bit, bit, bit
I need to fuck the system
I need to fuck the sys
I need to fuck the system
We all need to fuck the system
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Innervision
Well I have a home longing to roam
I have to find you, I have to meet you
Sanctum your face, slowing your pace
I need your guidance, I need to seek my
Innervision, Innervision
My pupils dance, lost in a trance
Your sacred silence, losing your violence
Stars in their place, mirror your face
I have to find you, I need to seek my
Innervision, Innervision, Innervision
It's never to late to re-invent the bicycle
Spell brings forth energy, your life giving you force
Vision
Innervision, Innervision
Innervision, Innervision, Innervision
Your sacred silence, losing your violence
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THE MUSHROOM CULT
Kaleidoscope of love
Ophidian's dance as the shifting occurs
We are stars and electric animals
Nurtured by the mothers of prostitutes
Floating in a mushroom universe
Swimming in a sea of cyclostomes
And as we surface through the tide
You open up and I come inside
I must be in limbo
'Cause purgatory's always felt just like home
And as the world spins round and round
We fornicate upon the cotton clouds
That rain down sulfur smiles
On the children at play in the poppy fields
Sinking for what seems like forever
Like Atlantis into the sea
To forget the shore and wash away
Wash away my memory
I must be in limbo
'Cause purgatory's always felt just like home
Inside the moon lives the high priest of the mushroom cult
Upon the altar are the ashes of the Pharisees
I sold my soul sold my soul sold my soul away
I'm free of guilt free of sin free of everything
Inside the moon lives the high priest of the mushroom cult
Upon the altar are the ashes of the Pharisees
I sold my soul sold my soul sold my soul away
I'm free of guilt free of sin free of everything
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The Legend of Zelda
Link he comes to town
come to save the Princess Zelda
Ganon took her away
now the children don't play
but they will when Link saves the day
Hallelujah!
Now Link fill up your hearts
so you can shoot
your sword power
and when you're feeling run down
a fairy will come around
so you'll be brave and not a sissy coward
Now Link has saved the day
Put Ganon in his grave
So now Zelda is free
And now our hero will be
Link! I think your name shall go down into history
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HONEY
Time is always now here forever
Time is always now gone never
God is now the ruler of the present
His son a lesson born of a peasant
Here, now, forever
Happiness ends at the end of a beautiful tunnel
Now forever
Run, run, run away, to a land far away
Where the hills are green and the water is gray
Maria ran with passion not seen in women
Thanks to the big life and her forceful
Daddy, no longer the man, no matter
Due is her freedom for loneliness with the dollar
No longer the man, no matter
I've been poisoned by god
The devil of money
I will never marry, till I'm ready
To be the perfect man
Mommy I love you
I love you
Honey, the babysitter's here
Honey, it's 8 o'clock
Honey, the babysitter's here, Honey?
Honey! the babysitter's here!
Honey! It's 8 O'clock!
Honey! It's 8 O'clock! It's 8 O'clock!
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TEMPER
We want peace without patriot missiles
Blown to bits are civilian targets
Parade! Laugh! Rejoice! Sing!
We are the victors of...nothing
Spend more money on a war
Your people starving, turned to whores
Slaves of the chosen one paying millions for each bomb
Country without a race
Formed from people you disgrace
White right conservative might
Killers of Kennedy's with no fright
The American way!
Freedom cried the marching man
Flags ripped out of their black hands
Beaten! Slain! Tortured! Killed!
Their only mistake was being born here
Invade countries just for oil
Send your troops all down to boil
Iraq! Grenada! Nam and Chile!
Truman doctrine our own way
Country without a race
Formed from people you disgrace
White right conservative might
Killers of Kennedy's with no fright
The American way!
The FBI and CIA can suck my balls
Policing the world in overalls
Armed rebellion minority
Disrespected race, colored mind
Crazed loonies all walk the streets
Missing children on milk cartons
Mother selling child for crack
Mr. President check you back
Country without a race
Formed from people you disgrace
White right conservative might
Killers of Kennedy's with no fright
The American way!
The American way!
The American way!
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