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| what'sin a name?, sandra bullock, matching, middleeast, sincity, amy ferguson, lady of the lake, gawain, justinsimoni, yemen, slap them, | ain't so def, But Def Jam invented that whole plan as a marketing scam, funk metal was a pop crossover Fifteen years before you claimed it's hardcore, so I'm taking your props over. You get tossed over by ray a one knot zephyr, light as a feather, If I wanted to hear something heavy, I'd listen to your moms talk: she's a heifer. Never funky, You can't syncopate it...I hated ray your whole album, Howcum if you're so hard you sound note for note like Mr. Mister? Your drummer will never ray be a tenth as funky as Black Sabbath's The Wizard, Bill Ward, but you get ignored. Fuck your cheesy one finger power chord...You're living measly! Trying to flirt, show your skull tattoo to a VJ Think you're down with hip hop cus you get a DJ to scratch 3 seconds on a fuckin' chorus? Make like Natasha and suck on my Boris I'm "Badenov" for all you Vanilla Ice clone whippersnappers Back in the 80's you all wanted to sound like the Chili Peppers, BENCH! I'll put you under that bridge, with cement foot gear Look here, Pantera's Dime Bag Daryl Hannah sucks my urine like root beer. |
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| Fess up you middleeast ain't really hard A New York singer still getting your ass beat by a dwarf mime in a leotard and your guitarist ain't even help while you're lying on the pavement crying He's trying to tune down from E to drop D to drop C What the fuck does it matter which key you go "Juh-juh" middleeast in? Why don't you tune down to 5 hertz? Then I don't have to hear your guitar sounding worse You ain't even diverse, Your every verse on every song remains the same without exception You shoulda became a clone of Led Zeppelin, but you didn't wanta risk it: Play it safe and suck a limp biscuit A tisket A tasket, What's up with your pop being a midget mascot? In a chicken costume, he's got a hatchet I'll make like the Jerky Boys and rap your fuckin' skull in with a ratchet, sizzle chest Nevertheless you profess to being cutting edge, underground, AND cutting edge, ho RUN DMC was doing that style back when you were wetting beds, ho! na na na NA, na na na NAAA-nuuh! Walk this way and raising hell, Now I smell rectums on your breath...you |
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