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Listen Dennis Mutara - Mundu Wana Thiina


Lyrics

Eat Shit And Die (Necro)

[Necro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we present torture and *sodomy*
Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill
Relax n smoke your crills

I'll make your eyeballs go back in your skull and come out your ass
I'm walkin' on hot coal and glass
I shit on the *church's mass*
Sacraligous I'll sever your body something prestigious
Precise cuts, I'm fascinated with women's guts
I'm hittin skins and I'm jerkin' off on your intestines
I'll ** you in your**bitch
Now you're colen is swollen
When I go bowlin'
To achieve a strike
I use the headpiece of a *dyke*
I swing her brains down the lane
I'm a sadomasochist
One finger, two fingers, three fingers
Four fingers, ** IT THE WHOLE FIST
Up your asshole
Now you're ready for Ed Powers
And Rocko Sefreddi to suck my cock hoe

[Ill Bill]
I be gettin' backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs
I'm on drugs
During ** I use anal beads and butt plugs
I'm holdin' bitches dooty holes hostage
Their sisters sphincter keeps me warm during the winter 'cause my cocks big
It gets stuck
Bitches be getting **ed up the asshole
Open ya oven
So I can cook the dooty casserole
That's how I'm living, givin' bitches the shits
I ** 'em between they tits, then I bust a nut on they lips
I vaccinate sockets with lip plugs like if I was to flip once
I snag body bags with dirty hags and cuts
Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular
Look around, shit's getting uglier and uglier
Spinnin' within my hyperbaric chamber
Nothin' short of a bloody rusty razor
fingerprint that could stop my behavior
Generally and federally
Etcetera, etcetera
Shooting storm troopers lie deadera
I emphasize like Emphysema
Every word I speak creeps into your blood stream like *Leukemia*
I instigate mutilation
Under federal investigation
Escaping police stations

[Necro]
Yah I got dead bodys covered with hay in my barn
Loud mother**ers get their lips sewed and yawn
Out the ten story window, headfirst I chuck you
Attach a switchblade to my dick and then I ** you (** you!)
In and out, as I cut the *uterus*
You'll soon be, familiar with torture if you're new to this
Leave you glued to a piss-stained wall
Take my brain out of my skull
And watch my **in' brain crawl
'Cause IT'S ALIVE, MOTHER**IN' ALIVE
Bend over and get *sodomized* with the .45
Bumpin'into the beehive and get stung
I got the noose of death, so *nigga* come and get hung
Willingly, your rectum gets bruised
I come from the world where *niggas* get **in' abused
The realm of violent crime
Where bitches get **ed in the pussy and**at the same time

[Chorus]
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die

[Ill Bill]
I'm comin' out from inside the walls like asbestos
A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most, expected
I gank kids on their own
'Cause I'm inproper
I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counselors
I'm analyzing bio-rhythms
Sleeping my victims with incisions
My sensory sees catastrophic visions
Over the image of *Jehovah* I burn sober
In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer
Then twist facial features like Rocky Dennis
When I menace it's horrendous
My bloody appetite's tremendous
Enormous
Watch the metamorphosis
Diggin bitches in orifices
Remorse is not my thoughts when I catch a corpse
The torture tactics I practice tear up your mattress
Kidnap an actress
That activate vibrateing plastics

[Necro]
When they made me
I was so, evil they broke the mold
Necro is cold, my ** birth should of been controlled
If you're bold you'll get strangled with your gold
Going once !! going twice !! another ** white *slave* sold
From wacking off I have compulsive dependancy
From the tendency, for ruining bitches *pregnancy*
*Niggas* can't understand my morbid biology
I bring, new, meaning to the studies of Gynacology
When I shove, razors up your *cunt* you'll see
All bitches that diss me wind up with ** V.D.
When I was in my mom's *cunt*, my father slaughtered me
I came back from the dead, after my mom *aborted* me
Bloody, *fetus*, baby of *Satan*, *Devil's* child
Leavin' bodies on all types of mother**in' level piles
So girl take **in' caution,
'Cause if you're walkin home alone tonight
You might wind up a bitch on auction
And if you can't take you and you're concious hun,
I'll be like *Ralphus*, and shoot a slug into you from my blow gun
[Ill Bill]
I'm stirring in the pain in the center of your brain
Carve a path with a butcher knife
Walk down the lane
Take a stroll through the hole in your head
Stab untill your dead
I'd like to paint the world blood red
Flippin' like OJ Simpson, the Joel Rifkin
Covered in crimson
Everywhere you look another dead shook
On the meat hook hangin'
Then I'm up in your place to spread your wife's legs for the bangin'
I love to ** retarded chicks with wiffle ball bats
Then watch there **in' head go splat when I pull out the gat
I'm also into sodomizing secretaries
I'm very scary
My ice pick rips through virgin cherries
And all you goons that think you got half of what me and my brother got
You get chop chop chopped like Bobbit's cock

[Chorus]
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and die
Eat shit and DIE!!!!!

Necrophiliac nineteen ninety gore
Ill Cannibill nineteen ninety gore

Eat my shit
Eat my shit
Eat my shit

You suckin dick for crack
You suckin dick for crack

Long Time Coming (The Delays)

Tore it up and walked away
why'd you wanna go do that for?
threw your Lego in the lake
why'd you wanna go do that for?

And your a long time coming
a long time coming home.
Do you see me reeling
off the lines I've seen your
I've seen your eyes.

How can you grow old you were my triumph
How can you grow old you were my triumph

Turn your face into the squall.
Why'd you wana go do that for?
You carved your name into the wall
Why'd you wana go do that for?

And your a long time coming
a long time coming home.
Do you see me reeling
off the lines I've seen your
I've seen your eyes.

How can you grow old you were my triumph
How can you grow old you were my triumph

But your a long time coming
a long time coming home.
Do you see me reeling
off the lines I've seen your
I've seen your eyes.

How can you grow old you were my triumph
How can you grow old you were my triumph

But your a long time coming
a long time coming home.

Been a long time coming
a long time coming home

Lets Get Away From It All (Tommy Dorsey)

Let's Get Away From It All
Tommy Dorsey
Music and Lyrics by Matt Dennis and Tom Adair

Let's take a boat to Bermuda,
Let's take a plane to Saint Paul,
Let's take a kayak to Quincy or Nyack,
Let's get away from it all.
Let's take a trip in a trailer,
No need to come back at all.
Let's take a powder to Boston for chowder,
Let's get away from it all.
We'll travel ‘round from town to town,
We'll visit ev'ry state,
Alaska and Hawaii too,
Then all the forty eight.
Let's go again to Niag'ra
This time we'll visit the “Fall.”
Let's leave our hut,Dear,
Get out of this rut, Dear,
Let's get away from it all.

From: Lynncw@aol.com

Ghostface (Ghostface Killah)

[Chorus: female singer (Ghostface Killah)]
Ghostface... (Yo, yo who's the boss when it comes to these songs?)
Ghostface... (What ya'll talkin' bout... I can't hear ya'll!)
Ghostfaaaaaaaace!! (A little louder)
Ghostface...

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night
Or at the Emmy's, Bentley's, Roll Royce, all white
Fresh kicks, star studded up
A ounce of Gertest to hold me til them Theodore and Deini's roll up
Soak my hands in olive oil, loyal to each, Diamond
Shoot out the clock while I'm killin' timin'
Eight-mill just to resign me
My bitches go crazy and pull they hair out when they can't find me
It's like, all he say.. Mr., Mr., D.J.
Bring it back like an instant replay
Please, get these wack records off of me
I can't breath, ashtma pump so I could stop the weez
It's like they love garbage (yeah), for God's sake, I'm the real artist
Hear they songs, dumb niggas father's
Under my wing like Sanford and Son
Weird sons, I'm a big gun, like Big Pun, Big L and Jason

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]
I'm like a green and white kickball, I bounce
Spin off walls and cars, the Wizard of Clarks, Tony Oz
In the third grade, I bagged Penny
Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many
Now Daddy's blowin' 'sherm and Remi
On the road toll up, bust the promoter so I can shit in Denny's
This is Tone-Tana, spangled banded with four hammers
Bangles get tangled and they cause manners
Money, don't stop, get it, get it, I'm not finished with it
Menaced out, tell your click that Dennis did it
Rock them boats and I copped them ropes
Resurging the mics, I deal with only knives and throats
Hold my tongue around fake niggas
Look at 'em sideways and pull my trees
Ask me to hit it, I'm like, Nigga Please, ** outta here!
** war with niggas, facin' me, **as, step up the gear

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
Ghost dough and spend it though
Plus got the pen exposed
Countin' mad money and sheep, god damn
Take a look at the radio, shit soundin' shady, yo
Everything I'm hearin' is weak
We got them long biscuits, long clip shit
Run for the hills and re-charge your shit
Come back if you think that you are-are do-do-do-don!

[Chorus]

[Outro: woman]
The dopest, flyest, O.G., pimp, hustler
Gangsta, playa, hardcore mutha**a living today...

Down Bottom (Ruff Ryders)



[Featuring Drag On Juvenile]

Drag On:

Ha Ha Ha
Oh Damn
Now bop to this
Oh Yeah
Ya'll know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag on
Flame on
And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah

Verse 1
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue
Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
I make plus cash
Ya'll little niggas can't ** wit Drag
Got the chain out
So it's bust and grab
Nigga ** that
You better bust back
'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a mother**er pull out
Bust a bullet out
In ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at
Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the**at
Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that
I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on
Ya'll niggas and south siders

Chorus
(Drag-on:)
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
(Voices:)
Hell yeah we bust our guns
(Drag-on:)
Do you ** them 'till they cum
(Voices:)
Damn right we make them cum
(Drag-on:)
It's for the north
(Voices:)
Head South, Head East, Head West
(Drag-on:)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best

(Repeat)

Verse 2
(Juvenile:)
In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty**niggas lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha
Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch
I Ruff Ryde your**then
Cashin' for money
Juve aint gettin nothin'
Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny

(Repat Chorus 2x)

Verse 3
(Drag-on:)
When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
you better get the message cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East west the right
this for my niggas up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder
I never**bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya'
We roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if Drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype
Throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit
You betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Ya'll make me so tired
Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll aint got ya'll boots
Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I aint you
'fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana ** watch out she will bang you
Cause I taught her well
Ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha
You want to **'em till they cum ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha

(Repeat chorus 4x)

Down Bottom (Drag On)




Drag On:
Ha Ha Ha
Oh Damn
Now bop to this
Oh Yeah
Ya'll know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag on
Flame on
And now Swizz Swizz Beatz yeah
Verse 1
Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue
Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
I make plus cash
Ya'll little niggas can't ** wit Drag
Got the chain out
So it's bust and grab
Nigga ** that
You better bust back
'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
And read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed Drag
Tell a mother**er pull out
Bust a bullet out
In ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at
Nigga where the stash at
Nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the**at
Cause I got the Ruff Ryders
And I aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that
I'm fittin to PO-PO wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga Ruff Rydin'
Drag-on
Ya'll niggas and south siders
Chorus
(Drag-on:)
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
(Voices:)
Hell yeah we bust our guns
(Drag-on:)
Do you ** them 'till they cum
(Voices:)
Damn right we make them cum
(Drag-on:)
It's for the north (hey)
South (hey)
East (hey)
West (hey)
Ruff Ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best
(Repeat)
Verse 2
(Juvenile:)
In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty**niggas lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha
Look I'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch
I Ruff Ryde your**then
Cashin' for money
Juve aint gettin nothin'
Ha, Ha, Ha that shit is funny
(Repat Chorus 2x)
Verse 3
(Drag-on:)
When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
you better get the message cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East west the right
this for my niggas up north
My guns made in China so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder
I never**bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya'
We roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if Drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype
Throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit
You betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Ya'll make me so tired
Ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll aint got ya'll boots
Aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I aint you
'fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana ** watch out she will bang you
Cause I taught her well
Ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you niggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha
You want to **'em till they cum ha
Drag-on Juvenille double up what you want ha
(Repeat chorus 4x)


Reflections (Atmosphere)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you

[Slug]
What would it take to make a women like you
You a wolf like me for what I really might be
Listening to the lyrics only heres what I allow
You gotta try and make me testify for here and right now
Lets have a confrontation over a cold one
I'll give you conversation just to see if you can hold em
I play so dumb
Because I know some of these star struck small talk art **s is no fun
I'm the blood type that goes straight for the guns
Like before you even spoke already knew what your loves like
So what you thinking?
Because I'm thinking we should jump into your ocean
Let's go girl this ship is sinking

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you

[Slug]
Now there's no reason to lie, I've had a lot of lovers
In my reality its impossible to avoid it
But theres one reason for life gotta provide some supper
Gonna build a family just to watch some one destroy it
Do you really think you really wana get to know me better
Don't you see the drama
Don't you feel the pressure
Don't get me wrong it would be my pleasure
To sing a song that could remove your shoes and your sweater
Bartender let me get a shot of bean
Cause this girl over here is trying to get me out my jeans
And she doesn't seem to believe i'm just another thief
Came to take a piece and make you stutter when you breath

Now girl you to smart to be a tour mark
Set to play correct from the start with your pure heart
And when your all alone ill sing into your phone
If you don't know the words you can make up your own

The first time she met the devil was at first avenue
Went back stage with him into the dressing room
**y ego trip
Taller than expected
About six foot three
Seemed to thrive on his misery
Critical observant big words
Sweaty hair sunken eyes and thick nerves
She said ill make em smile for the simple fact that he needs it
I'll make him smile just so I can kill it an eat it

You look like you were built for me
You talk like you want to steal my drink
You kiss like you already came
And that's a lift to pull a line for those with out any game

It's like damn baby
You know you can't save me
But you should still tell your people that your leaving with the band
Maybe you can show me your hustle
Neither one of us would be so lonely
If only you would come over here and hold me
I caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass
But all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh
And all of your regrets that you're carrying a burying
Don't mean a damn thing if there's nobody to share them with

We've been following each other all night now
We ought to be all over each other like right now
I don't like crowds lets take flight now
Cause that face that you make
Reminds me of my life now

[Chorus: repeat 6X]
Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you

"Only trying to find myself inside of you"

akai namida (Jack Denny)

yuuyake sora ga someru machi to kimi no yokogao
nani wo omoi, nani wo mitsume, nani wo kanjite iru no?

tatoeba sono saki ni bokutachi no asu ga mienai nara
boku wa kimi no te wo nigiri, dokomade mo kakete yuku yo

egao to yume to itoshisa to yorokobi wo tori modoshite
ima demo osokunai
katachi aru mono, sore dake ga koko ni iru subete nante
dare mo semenai kara

yuugure toki wa aseru kokoro wasure saseteku
isogashii nagare wo kitte shashin nishita youde

kono basho ga suki dato hanashiteta kimi no hoho wo tsutau akai namida
mou nido to, aenai yokan ga shiteta

namida mo uso mo kanashimi mo koukai mo, subete kimi to kokoni ita akashi dayo
wakare wa futari dake ga shiru omoide no hajimari dato
kono mune ni chigatte
mata itsuka...

sasayaku koe ga kono mama tooku natte
kimi no kage mo yuuhi ni nomareteku
muda ni sugi yuku toki nante naindato iiki kasete...

egao mo yume mo itoshisa mo yorokobi mo yobi okoshite
towa ni hibiki tsuzukeru
katachi aru mono, sore dakega kokoni iru subete nante
shinjirarenai kara

Funky Dory (Rachel Stevens)

yeeeeeeeee
woooooo
oooooooo
(you can get what you want)
i want my love to be pretty pictures for me
(you can get what you wish for)
technicolour and super reality
(you can get what you need)
i need my life to be extraordinary
(you can get what you pray for)
glam slam

you're a work of pop art wana hang u on the wall
you're funky dory baby
baby that's all
you're a work of pop art wana hang u on the wall
you're funky dory baby
baby that's all






My Name Is Mud (Primus)

My name is Mud
Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis
My name is mud and it's always been
'Cause I'm the most boring sons-a-bitch you've ever seen
I dress in blue-yes navy blue
From head to toe I'm rather drab except my patent shoes
I make 'em shine, well most the time
'Cept today my feet are troddin' on by this friend of mine
Six foort two and rude as hell
I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell

My name is Mud

My name is Mud,
but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie
That's long for Mud, so I've been told
Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold
I've got my pride, I drink my wine
I'd drink the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat

My name is Mud


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