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Moist Vagina by Nirvana

She has a moist vagina
I particularly enjoy the circumference
I'll be sucking the warts off her anus (Alt: The circular walls of her anus)
I prefer her to any other

Marijuana

She had a moist vagina
I prefered her to any other

Marijuana

Artist: Missy Elliott feat. Ciara and Fatman Scoop
Album: The Cookbook (2005)
Song: Lose Control


Lyrics :

music make u lose control
music make u lose control

(Fatman Scoop)
lets go
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
here we go now
here we go now
here we go now
here we go now
watch out now
(music make u lose control)
misdemeanors in da house
ciaras in da house
misdemeanors in tha house
fat man scoop man scoop man scoop

(Missy Elliot)
ive got a cute face
chubby waist
thick legs n shape
rump shakin both wayz
make u do a double take
plan rocka show stopa
flo froppa head knocka
beat stalla tail droppa
do ma thang muthafukas
ma rose royce lamborghini
blu madina alwayz beamin
ragtop chrome pipes
blu lights outta sight
no me sow it n
set it n sow it n
make dat money tho it n
booty bouncin gon hit

(Missy Elliot & Ciara)
everybody here
get it outta control
get yo backs off tha wall
cuz misdemeanor said so
everybody
everybody
everybody

(Missy Elliot)
everybody

(Ciara)
well ma name iz ciara
4 all u fly fellaz
no 1 can do it betta

(Missy Elliot)
she’ll sing on acapella

(Ciara)
boy tha music
makes me lose control

(Missy Elliot)
we gon make u lose control
and let it go 4 u kno
u gon hit tha flo

i rok 2 da beat till im tired (tired)
walk n da club it’s fiya(fiya)
get it krunk and wired
wave ya hands scream louda
if u smoke den fiya it up
bring da roof down
den holla
if u tipsy stand up
dj turn it louda
take sumbody by da waist den uh
now tho it in dey face like uh
hypnotic robotic
this here will rok yo bodies
take sumbody by da waist den uh
now tho it in dey face like uh
systematica static
this hit be automatic

work wait
work work work wait
work work work wait
work work work wait
do it right

(Fatman Scoop)
hit tha floor hit tha floor
hit tha floor hit tha floor
hit tha floor hit tha floor
hit tha floor

(Missy Elliot & Ciara)
everybody here
get it outta control
get yo backs off tha wall
cuz misdemeanor said so
everybody
everybody
everybody

(Missy Elliot)
everybody

(Fatman Scoop)
lets go

(Missy Elliot)
everybody here
get it outta control

(Ciara)
get yo backs off da wall)
(Missy Elliot)
cuz misdemeanor said

(Ciara)
so
everybody
everybody
everybody

(Missy Elliot)
everybody
get loose

(Fatman Scoop)
put yo back on tha wall
put yo back on tha wall
putyo back on tha wall
put yo back on tha wall


misdemeanors in da house
ciaras in da house
misdemeanors in tha house
(music make u lose control)
we on fiya
we on fiya
we on fiya
we on fiya
now tho it gurl
tho it gurl
tho it gurl
tho it gurl
yeah
now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl
now move yo arm 2 tha left gurl
now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl
now move yo arm 2 tha right gurl
lets go now lets go now lets go now
wooo lets go
should i bring it back right now
now bring it back now
woooo oohhh
i see u c
now ima iam do it like c did
now shake it gurl
cum on and jus shake it gurl
cum on and jus shake it gurl
cum on and jus shake it gurl
cum on and let it pop right gurl
cum on and let it pop right gurl
cum on and let it pop right gurl
now bak it up gurl
bak it up gurl
bak it up gurl
bak it up gurl
woooo woooo woooo
go go
bring it 2 da front gurl go go
bring it 2 da front gurl go go
bring it 2 da front gurl go go
bring it 2 da front gurl lets go lets go lets go
wooo

Jack the ripper by My Chemical Romance

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don't agree
But you don't refuse
I know you

And I know a place
Where no one is likely to pass
Oh, you don't care if it's late
And you don't care if you're lost
And oh, you look so tired
(But tonight you presume too much)
Too much, too much
And if it's the last
Thing I ever do
I'M GONNA GET YOU

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don't agree
But you don't refuse
I know you

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don't agree
But you don't refuse
I know you
Oh..

In Da Club Lyrics (50 Cent)



50 Cent - In Da Club Lyrics
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a f**k
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I f**k with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna f**k
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying '50 you hot'
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind

Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus] (2x)

[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change

[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagg*t ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya [censored], if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherf**ker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the
style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we f**king be

[Chorus] (2x)

[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been
either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit

In Da Club Lyrics (50 Cent)



50 Cent - In Da Club Lyrics
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a f**k
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I f**k with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna f**k
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying '50 you hot'
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind

Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus] (2x)

[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change

[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagg*t ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya [censored], if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherf**ker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the
style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we f**king be

[Chorus] (2x)

[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been
either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit

From Autumn to Ashes - "Milligram Smile"

All my hopes and all of my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
(They) mean more to you than they do to me.
Through the sky and into your eyes.
(And I see everything falling in between)
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm okay with faking this,
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.
(If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet, I might love you,
But never show it
You should forget me, this is a long tour,
And I'll be back but, not in time for...)
(If all we speak is rational thought)
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(My) eyes are black, my throat full of sickness
(Then I'll be listening but not for long)
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(My) eyes are black, my throat full of sickness
(The words I write, are cheap and trite,
But they're drawn on the back of your door
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Remind of the ones before)
All my hopes and all of my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
(They) mean more to you than they do to me.
Through the sky and into your eyes.
(And I see everything falling in between)
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm okay with faking this,
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.
(The words I write, are cheap and trite,
But they're drawn on the back of your door
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Remind of the ones before)
My lips are cold.
The truth is told.

The Clash - "I Fought The Law"

"Breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won [x2]
I needed money 'cause I had none
I fought the law and the law won [x2]

I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
She's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the

Robbin' people with a six-gun
I fought the law and the law won [x2]
I lost my girl and I lost my fun
I fought the law and the law won [x2]

I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
She's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the

I fought the law and the law won [x7]
I fought the law and the..."

~RIP Joe Strummer~

kim carnes~betty davis eyes

Her hair is Harlow gold,
Her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn her music on
You won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow
She got Bette Davis eyes

And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious
And she knows just what it
Takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo Stand off sighs,
she's got Bette Davis eyes

She'll let you take her home
It whets her appetite
She'll lay you on her throne
She got Bette Davis eyes
She'll take a tumble on you
Roll you like you were dice
Until you come out blue
She's got Bette Davis eyes

She'll expose you
When she snows you
Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you
She's ferocious
And she knows just what it Takes to make a pro blush
All the boys Think she's a spy,
she's got Bette Davis eyes

And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious
And she knows just what it Takes to make a pro blush
All the boys Think she's a spy,
she's got Bette Davis eyes