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re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by Kafka 
on 2/8/21 at 2:59 pm to CatsGoneWild
on 2/8/21 at 2:59 pm to CatsGoneWildOh, the rich people want what the poor people's got
And the poor people want what the rich people's got
And the skinny people want what the fat people's got
And the fat people want what the skinny people's got
You can never please anybody in this world
The short people want what the tall people's got
And the tall people want what the short people's got
The little kids want what the big kid's got
And the big kids want what the little kid's got
You can never please anybody in this world
Oh, the girls with short hair want long hair
And the girls with long hair want short hair
Oh, the boys with cars want motorcycles
And the boys with motorcycles want cars
You can never please anybody in this world
It doesn't matter what you do
It doesn't matter what you say
There will always be
One who wants things the opposite way
It doesn't matter where you go
It doesn't matter who you see
There will always be
Someone who disagrees
We do our best
We try to please
But we're like the rest
We are never at ease
Oh, the rich people want what the poor people's got
And the poor people want what the rich people's got
And the skinny people want what the fat people's got
And the fat people want what the skinny people's got
You can never please anybody in this world
And the poor people want what the rich people's got
And the skinny people want what the fat people's got
And the fat people want what the skinny people's got
You can never please anybody in this world
The short people want what the tall people's got
And the tall people want what the short people's got
The little kids want what the big kid's got
And the big kids want what the little kid's got
You can never please anybody in this world
Oh, the girls with short hair want long hair
And the girls with long hair want short hair
Oh, the boys with cars want motorcycles
And the boys with motorcycles want cars
You can never please anybody in this world
It doesn't matter what you do
It doesn't matter what you say
There will always be
One who wants things the opposite way
It doesn't matter where you go
It doesn't matter who you see
There will always be
Someone who disagrees
We do our best
We try to please
But we're like the rest
We are never at ease
Oh, the rich people want what the poor people's got
And the poor people want what the rich people's got
And the skinny people want what the fat people's got
And the fat people want what the skinny people's got
You can never please anybody in this world
re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by CatsGoneWild 
on 2/8/21 at 6:55 pm to Kafka
on 2/8/21 at 6:55 pm to KafkaBeck Loser
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite
That's choking on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
Yo, bring it on down
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite
That's choking on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
Yo, bring it on down
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me
re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by pussywillows on 2/8/21 at 7:48 pm to CatsGoneWild
on 2/8/21 at 7:48 pm to CatsGoneWildWhile the music played, you worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl
You turned it on the world
That's when you turned the world around
(Did you feel like Jesus?)
Did you realize
That you were a champion in their eyes?
On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
But yours was kitchen-clean
Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home
Every A-Frame had your number on the wall
You must have had it all
You'd go to L.A. on a dare and you'd go it alone
(Could you live forever?)
Could you see the day?
Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away?
Now your patrons have all left you in the red
Your low-rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those day-glo freaks who used to paint the face
They've joined the human race
Some things will never change
(Son, you were mistaken)
You are obsolete
Look at all the white men on the street
Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
Those test-tubes and the scale
Just get it all out of here
Is there gas in the car?
Yes, there's gas in the car
I think the people down the hall know who you are
'Cause the man is wise
You are still an outlaw in their eyes
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl
You turned it on the world
That's when you turned the world around
(Did you feel like Jesus?)
Did you realize
That you were a champion in their eyes?
On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
But yours was kitchen-clean
Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home
Every A-Frame had your number on the wall
You must have had it all
You'd go to L.A. on a dare and you'd go it alone
(Could you live forever?)
Could you see the day?
Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away?
Now your patrons have all left you in the red
Your low-rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those day-glo freaks who used to paint the face
They've joined the human race
Some things will never change
(Son, you were mistaken)
You are obsolete
Look at all the white men on the street
Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
Those test-tubes and the scale
Just get it all out of here
Is there gas in the car?
Yes, there's gas in the car
I think the people down the hall know who you are
'Cause the man is wise
You are still an outlaw in their eyes
re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by auggie 
on 2/8/21 at 8:33 pm to pussywillows
on 2/8/21 at 8:33 pm to pussywillows Almost all of these songs have kind of depressing lyrics. Why do people only consider things to be poetic or memorable, unless it is at least melancholy, or usually worse?
Come on everybody now you got to understand,
In these times of revolution now you gotta be a revolutionary man,
Wait a second, people, now, you got to get a plan,
We're gonna have a revolution and we don't even need to know why,
Brothers (brothers), Sisters too (sisters too),
Revolution... don't know what to do, yeah!
Come on everybody now, you got to get a life, ya,
In these times of revolution, and you must be prepared to die,
But wait a second people, don't you think it's got a little out of hand,
In these times of counter-revolution you're gonna encounter
A counter-revolutionary man, oh
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling,
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling,
Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary (etc...)
In these times of revolution now you gotta be a revolutionary man,
Wait a second, people, now, you got to get a plan,
We're gonna have a revolution and we don't even need to know why,
Brothers (brothers), Sisters too (sisters too),
Revolution... don't know what to do, yeah!
Come on everybody now, you got to get a life, ya,
In these times of revolution, and you must be prepared to die,
But wait a second people, don't you think it's got a little out of hand,
In these times of counter-revolution you're gonna encounter
A counter-revolutionary man, oh
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling,
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling,
Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary (etc...)
The Mermaid And The Cowboy- by Me
Choiral intro: On the windy plains of Oklahoma..
He was watering his horse at the river
when a mermaid swims up and says "Hello"
You could've knocked that cowboy over with a feather
And his pony started bucking like he was in a rodeo
He said "what's a mermaid doing in this river?
I thought you girls preferred the ocean blue
Singing songs and flirtin with them sailor boys
reclining on the rocks and posin for tattooes
She said; This here's a free country aint it?
Who are you to tell me where to swim?
Ive only got one Daddy, in this whole world
and you don't look a dang thing like him.
You might be some kind of king round here
but I think you're a bow legged fool
With that gun on your hip, and a big ego trip
I won't take no orders from you
I was only tryin to make conversation
I aint seen a girl in a spell
My sweetheart went back to the reservation
and she's steam cleaning the carpets in that hotel
and this 6 shooter's got a broke trigger
it's more of a hammer than a gun
but it's handy for whompin this jack arse on his noggin
and around Christmas for my side gig, cracking pecans
And Ma'am if you don't mind me sayin
You're the prettiest fish I ever seen
Though my experience is somewhat limited
to catfish and bream and o'possum brand sardines
..to be continued
Choiral intro: On the windy plains of Oklahoma..
He was watering his horse at the river
when a mermaid swims up and says "Hello"
You could've knocked that cowboy over with a feather
And his pony started bucking like he was in a rodeo
He said "what's a mermaid doing in this river?
I thought you girls preferred the ocean blue
Singing songs and flirtin with them sailor boys
reclining on the rocks and posin for tattooes
She said; This here's a free country aint it?
Who are you to tell me where to swim?
Ive only got one Daddy, in this whole world
and you don't look a dang thing like him.
You might be some kind of king round here
but I think you're a bow legged fool
With that gun on your hip, and a big ego trip
I won't take no orders from you
I was only tryin to make conversation
I aint seen a girl in a spell
My sweetheart went back to the reservation
and she's steam cleaning the carpets in that hotel
and this 6 shooter's got a broke trigger
it's more of a hammer than a gun
but it's handy for whompin this jack arse on his noggin
and around Christmas for my side gig, cracking pecans
And Ma'am if you don't mind me sayin
You're the prettiest fish I ever seen
Though my experience is somewhat limited
to catfish and bream and o'possum brand sardines
..to be continued
re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by Yeahright on 2/8/21 at 10:05 pm to CatsGoneWild
on 2/8/21 at 10:05 pm to CatsGoneWildAny song by TOM MCDONALD or EMINEM.
There were three men came out of the West
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all
They've let him stand till Midsummer's Day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass;
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all
They've let him stand till Midsummer's Day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass;
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn
WHEN THE MASTER CALLS THE ROLL
Roseanne Cash, Crowell, Levinthal
Girl with hair of flaming red
Seeking perfect lover
For to lie down on her feather bed
Soul secrets to uncover
Must be gentle, must be strong
With disposition sunny
Just as faithful as the day is long
And careful with his money
And so the open letter read
The news boy did deliver
Three months later plans were made to wed
Down by the King James river
Know the season may come
Know the season may go
When love is joined together
With whoever be made whole
When the master calls the roll
Oh my darlin' will you leave?
Take me to the altar
I don't have strength to watch you as you leave
But my love will never faulter
Oh my darlin' Mary Anne
The march to war is calling
Somewhere far across these southern lands
The bands of brothers falling
My tender bride, the tides demand
That I leave you with your mother
With my father's rifle in one hand
Your locket in the other
Know the season may come
Know the season may go
Beware the storm clouds gather
Take heat in warm of soul
When the master calls the roll
But can this union be preserved?
The soldier boy was crying
I will never travel back to her
But not for lack of trying
It's a love of one true heart at last
That made the boy a hero
But a rifle ball and a cannon blast
Cut him down to zero
Oh Virginia once I came
I'll see you when I'm younger
And I'll know you by your hills again
This town from 6 feet under
Know the season may come
Know the season may go
One man is torn asunder
But someday we may know
When the master calls the roll
Though the storm clouds gather
Let the union be made whole
When the master calls the roll
Roseanne Cash, Crowell, Levinthal
Girl with hair of flaming red
Seeking perfect lover
For to lie down on her feather bed
Soul secrets to uncover
Must be gentle, must be strong
With disposition sunny
Just as faithful as the day is long
And careful with his money
And so the open letter read
The news boy did deliver
Three months later plans were made to wed
Down by the King James river
Know the season may come
Know the season may go
When love is joined together
With whoever be made whole
When the master calls the roll
Oh my darlin' will you leave?
Take me to the altar
I don't have strength to watch you as you leave
But my love will never faulter
Oh my darlin' Mary Anne
The march to war is calling
Somewhere far across these southern lands
The bands of brothers falling
My tender bride, the tides demand
That I leave you with your mother
With my father's rifle in one hand
Your locket in the other
Know the season may come
Know the season may go
Beware the storm clouds gather
Take heat in warm of soul
When the master calls the roll
But can this union be preserved?
The soldier boy was crying
I will never travel back to her
But not for lack of trying
It's a love of one true heart at last
That made the boy a hero
But a rifle ball and a cannon blast
Cut him down to zero
Oh Virginia once I came
I'll see you when I'm younger
And I'll know you by your hills again
This town from 6 feet under
Know the season may come
Know the season may go
One man is torn asunder
But someday we may know
When the master calls the roll
Though the storm clouds gather
Let the union be made whole
When the master calls the roll
This post was edited on 2/8 at 10:42 pm
quote:Maybe songwiters prefer writing about that.
Almost all of these songs have kind of depressing lyrics. Why do people only consider things to be poetic or memorable, unless it is at least melancholy, or usually worse?
Both Leonard Bernstein and Yip Harburg said that a starightforward love song is the hardest lyric to write "without corn", in Bernstein's phrase.
"I Love You Because" by Leon Payne
I love you because you understand, dear
Every single thing I try to do
You're always there to lend a helping hand, dear
I love you most of all because you're you
No matter what the world may say about me
I know your love will always see me through
I love you for the way you never doubt me
But most of all I love you 'cause you're you
I love you because my heart is lighter
Every time I'm walking by your side
I love you because the future's brighter
The door to happiness, you open wide
No matter what the world may say about me
I know your love will always see me through
I love you for a hundred thousand reasons
But most of all I love you 'cause you're you
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I agree, love songs are incredibly corny. That's why I try to make them overboard, but still keep some truth in them. Rock'em out and make it goofy. One thing, I know though, we need people dancing and having good times together. This feeling bad, cry me a river shit, aint getting us anywhere.
It's gonna be a shame, if y'all force me to reintroduce Rock n' Roll at 60 years old. I will though, if I have to.
What will all the sad geniuses do then?
It's gonna be a shame, if y'all force me to reintroduce Rock n' Roll at 60 years old. I will though, if I have to.
What will all the sad geniuses do then?
This post was edited on 2/9 at 12:02 am
quote:
Both Leonard Bernstein and Yip Harburg said that a starightforward love song is the hardest lyric to write "without corn", in Bernstein's phrase.
[Intro]
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
[Verse 1]
How can I tell you that I love you
I love you
But I can’t think of right words to say
And I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you
I’m always thinking of you
But my words just blow away
Just blow away
[Chorus]
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can’t think of right words to say
Oh oh oh oh
[Verse 2]
Wherever I am, girl, I’m always walking with you
I’m always walking with you
But I look and you’re not there
And whoever I’m with, I’m always, always talking to you
I’m always talking to you
And I’m sad that you can’t hear
Sad that you can’t hear
[Chorus]
It always ends up to one thing, honey
When I look and you’re not there
[Verse 3]
I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you
Feel my arms around you
Like a sea around a shore
Each night and day, I pray in hope that I might find you
In hope that I might find you
Because heart’s can do no more
[Chorus]
It always ends up to one thing honey
Still I kneel upon the floor
[Verse 1]
How can I tell you that I love you
I love you
But I can’t think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I’m always thinking of you
I’m always thinking of you
[Chorus / Outro]
It always ends up to one thing honey
And I can’t think of right words to say
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
How Can I Tell You
Cat Stevens
quote:Have To Say I Love You In A Song
"without corn"
and
a both Somethings - Beatles and James Taylor; as well as I Will and Your Song and In My Life
Just to throw in a couple off the top of my head and show my age; since surely love songs are a thing since these guys penned these.
re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by LarryDavid 
on 2/9/21 at 7:52 am to CatsGoneWild
on 2/9/21 at 7:52 am to CatsGoneWildSo, I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
A pair of dice, a deck of cards, a Bible in my suit
I come her as the 'cause of tears, I'm just a crying shame
Seven stud or eternal blood, I'm lookin' for a game
I double crossed the State of Texas and they give me a little time
I taught myself to double cut the cards and hold scriptures in my mind
I learned to love the tumblin' dice and to believe the word
Tombstones or rolling bones, beats anything I ever heard
Patience is a virtue that I don't possess
And I can't deny that Heaven lies beneath a cotton dress
How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings
I have walked through God's green pastures beneath these rich blue skies
I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from their eyes
I have heard the roar of thunder and I've felt the lightening bolt
And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take along Samuel Colt
Every night I kiss the cards and I hold them to my breast
And when I see the King of Hearts I know that I am blessed
And though my eyes are blind sometimes, I know there's something there
So when the times at hand and I kill a man, I, I say a little prayer
So I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
A pair of dice, a deck of cards, a Bible in my suit
How small a part of time we share till we hear the sound of wings
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings
How small a part of time we share till we hear the sound of wings
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings
LINK
A pair of dice, a deck of cards, a Bible in my suit
I come her as the 'cause of tears, I'm just a crying shame
Seven stud or eternal blood, I'm lookin' for a game
I double crossed the State of Texas and they give me a little time
I taught myself to double cut the cards and hold scriptures in my mind
I learned to love the tumblin' dice and to believe the word
Tombstones or rolling bones, beats anything I ever heard
Patience is a virtue that I don't possess
And I can't deny that Heaven lies beneath a cotton dress
How small a part of time we share 'till we hear the sound of wings
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings
I have walked through God's green pastures beneath these rich blue skies
I have seen the fall of man and the kingdom hidden from their eyes
I have heard the roar of thunder and I've felt the lightening bolt
And when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take along Samuel Colt
Every night I kiss the cards and I hold them to my breast
And when I see the King of Hearts I know that I am blessed
And though my eyes are blind sometimes, I know there's something there
So when the times at hand and I kill a man, I, I say a little prayer
So I come down from Oklahoma with a pistol in my boot
A pair of dice, a deck of cards, a Bible in my suit
How small a part of time we share till we hear the sound of wings
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings
How small a part of time we share till we hear the sound of wings
I'm lost in the dust of the chase that my life brings
LINK
This post was edited on 2/9 at 7:56 am
re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by AlxTgr on 2/9/21 at 8:52 am to Midget Death Squad
on 2/9/21 at 8:52 am to Midget Death Squadquote:
On the other hand, sometimes the most powerful lyrics are a mere 3-4 sentences
Bottle Rockets
quote:
A thousand dollar car ain't gonna roll
'Til you throw at least another thousand in the hole
Sink your money in it, and there you are
The owner of a two thousand dollar thousand dollar car
Hüsker Dü
quote:
Well I don't know why you wanna tell me
When I'm right or when I'm wrong
It's the same thing, in your mind,
The only time I'm right is when I play along
When I play along
re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by MorbidTheClown on 2/9/21 at 9:05 am to AlxTgr
on 2/9/21 at 9:05 am to AlxTgrI ain't tellin' no lie
Mine's a tale that can't be told
My freedom I hold dear
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air
'T was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair
But Gollum, and the evil one
Crept up and slipped away with her
Her, her, yeah
Ain't nothing I can do, no
Mine's a tale that can't be told
My freedom I hold dear
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air
'T was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair
But Gollum, and the evil one
Crept up and slipped away with her
Her, her, yeah
Ain't nothing I can do, no
re: Songs with amazing lyricsPosted by Cdawg 
on 2/9/21 at 10:39 am to MorbidTheClown
on 2/9/21 at 10:39 am to MorbidTheClownIt ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to the motherfricking DJ Quik
I play hoes like dominoes, slapping bones
AMG's on the motherfricking microphone
I slang dick, bitch, nothing more and nothing less
You got a C-note, ho, you can take the test
And bring big fat titties and lots of back
You got the woody, and I got the axe
I'm no joke when I stroke for a client
Bitches need dick, so they buying it
G with the high-top fade
Open up your Coach bag, bitch, so I can get paid
And take off your G-string drawers
Bitch eat your Wheaties, 'cause I don't pause
What are you laughing at, ain't a damn thing funny
(Bitch betta have my money)
I don't charge by the inch, I charge by the foot
Think I'm lyin', bitch, here, take a look
100% USDA grade-A beef, here's my card, call me
You look like you ain't been pumped in a while
Pick up the motherfricking phone and dial
And have your money in a big arse stack
I'm swingin' this dick like a new jack (Bitch) so
Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
Choose the position pronto, you're on the clock
You can suck the diggity-dick, but I'ma charge you a knot
Bend your arse on over and touch your toes
Hold your breath cause I'ma hold my nose
This dick of mine ain't friendly, baby
Will it hurt you, yeah maybe
Probably, because I'm 19 years old
I frick hot pussy until it's cold
I ain't a prostitute, but I'll knock the boots
Women love me, they say I'm so cute
Girls wanna get with me, I'm tender
A big old butt, and a smile and I'm wit'em
Pussy ain't nothing but a game to me
Pockets on fat 'cause I played the freak
So when a ho when a wanna frick to the pro of a teenage pimp
I wanna see that grip, so
Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
Motherfrickers out there can't fade me
And bitches out there don't faze me
I take it blow for blow, a ho is a ho
A bitch is a bitch is a (bitch), so
frick all the rigamarole, I clock the dough
While I slang the blow
G's gonna do it to you slow while you sing along, ho
(Bitch betta have my money)
Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
...Bitch
Word to the motherfricking DJ Quik
I play hoes like dominoes, slapping bones
AMG's on the motherfricking microphone
I slang dick, bitch, nothing more and nothing less
You got a C-note, ho, you can take the test
And bring big fat titties and lots of back
You got the woody, and I got the axe
I'm no joke when I stroke for a client
Bitches need dick, so they buying it
G with the high-top fade
Open up your Coach bag, bitch, so I can get paid
And take off your G-string drawers
Bitch eat your Wheaties, 'cause I don't pause
What are you laughing at, ain't a damn thing funny
(Bitch betta have my money)
I don't charge by the inch, I charge by the foot
Think I'm lyin', bitch, here, take a look
100% USDA grade-A beef, here's my card, call me
You look like you ain't been pumped in a while
Pick up the motherfricking phone and dial
And have your money in a big arse stack
I'm swingin' this dick like a new jack (Bitch) so
Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
Choose the position pronto, you're on the clock
You can suck the diggity-dick, but I'ma charge you a knot
Bend your arse on over and touch your toes
Hold your breath cause I'ma hold my nose
This dick of mine ain't friendly, baby
Will it hurt you, yeah maybe
Probably, because I'm 19 years old
I frick hot pussy until it's cold
I ain't a prostitute, but I'll knock the boots
Women love me, they say I'm so cute
Girls wanna get with me, I'm tender
A big old butt, and a smile and I'm wit'em
Pussy ain't nothing but a game to me
Pockets on fat 'cause I played the freak
So when a ho when a wanna frick to the pro of a teenage pimp
I wanna see that grip, so
Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
Motherfrickers out there can't fade me
And bitches out there don't faze me
I take it blow for blow, a ho is a ho
A bitch is a bitch is a (bitch), so
frick all the rigamarole, I clock the dough
While I slang the blow
G's gonna do it to you slow while you sing along, ho
(Bitch betta have my money)
Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
...Bitch
I was justified when I was five
Raising Cain, I spit in your eye
Times are changing now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back
(Oh-oh-oh)
Eat meat on Friday, that's alright
I even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do's
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my God, what's that?
Oh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back
(Oh-oh-oh)
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Raising Cain, I spit in your eye
Times are changing now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back
(Oh-oh-oh)
Eat meat on Friday, that's alright
I even like steak on a Saturday night
I can bitch the best at your social do's
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my God, what's that?
Oh, it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back
(Oh-oh-oh)
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, oh, the bitch is back
Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Bitch, bitch, bitch is back
Oh baby, pretty baby
Oh honey, you let me down honey
I ain't playin' childhood games no more
I said it's time for me
To even the score
So stake your claim
Your claim to fame
But baby call another name
When you feel the fire
And taste the flame
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Makin' love
Cheap heartbreaker, broken backed
Nasty ballbreaker, stay out of my bed, outta my head
If it's lovin' you
I'm better off dead
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Emotions ripped, gone on a binge
Life lipped, I said you're off the hinge
Tellin' lies of such fame and glory
I don't even want to hear your story
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
It's such a pity that you're such a bitch
Back off, back off bitch
It's time to burn, burn the witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Hey wha'd'ya think he's tryin' to say there, anyway?
I think it's something each person's s'posed to take in their own special way
fricking bitch
Oh honey, you let me down honey
I ain't playin' childhood games no more
I said it's time for me
To even the score
So stake your claim
Your claim to fame
But baby call another name
When you feel the fire
And taste the flame
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Makin' love
Cheap heartbreaker, broken backed
Nasty ballbreaker, stay out of my bed, outta my head
If it's lovin' you
I'm better off dead
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Emotions ripped, gone on a binge
Life lipped, I said you're off the hinge
Tellin' lies of such fame and glory
I don't even want to hear your story
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin' in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
It's such a pity that you're such a bitch
Back off, back off bitch
It's time to burn, burn the witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Hey wha'd'ya think he's tryin' to say there, anyway?
I think it's something each person's s'posed to take in their own special way
fricking bitch
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