Favorite Lyrics

Post some of your favorite lyrics here. They can be a line, a verse, an entire song, etc. It can be whatever -- something deep, something funny, something outrageous -- whatever.

Hot enough to make the Devil cop a lemonade

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[OneBeLo]
Verse two, I met her at my J-O-B
Everybody thought she looked like T-Boz from TLC (she was FINE!)

We was friends in the beginnin, talkin on the phone
One time, I spent a night, ever since then, had it goin on (bang, bang)
Now guess who's movin in the crib with her and her two kids
Her crazy baby daddy on some Glenn Close shit (crazy dude)
She told me how he used to beat her, and badly bruise her
Said if I was the man of her dreams this other kid was like Freddy Krueger (nightmares)
"All men ain't shit," I felt like I had somethin to prove to her
Tried to stay faithful (I tried) tried to keep food on the table
Plus start a record label (damn, shit) I'm breakin my back
Cause I ain't got it like that, see I was only 21 and that's a lot of weight to carry
Plus we wasn't even married
We had ups and downs, yeah I made some mistakes
Now she all up in my face talkin bout she needs space
Confused, and don't know who to choose
It was a blessing in disguise cause it opened up my eyes
It helped me realize that it wasn't meant to be
I guess she figured if she satisfied me sexual-ly
Then, I'd be a sucker for L-O-V-E
But guess what, I'm not a sucker for L-O-V-E (hell nah)
And just because you got the good sex girl
I'm out like Guru (girls look sooo good) ex-girl to the next girl
Time go by, I'm still rockin the mic
I heard through the grapevine she got back with Ike
One day I see her at the store, surprise, surprise
She wore sunglasses (sunglasses) to cover up the black eye
Talkin bout she wanna give it one last try
Smiled, but I could tell she wanted to cry
She said, "Think about it" - I said, "Nah baby chill"
You could tell I wasn't jokin by the look on my grill
She said, "What's the matter, don't you love me the same?"
I said you used to be fly but you crashed your plane

Iced Earth - Framing Armageddon (Something Wicked Part 1)

Centuries pass step by step
Revelations coming threat
Sand of time dark intent
Divise creeds breeds discontent
Prophecy, stars collide
Born is he who turns the tide
Ancient rage, vehemence
Indignation and torment

Dark equation, astrology(FRAMING ARMAGEDDON)
Armageddon, the reckoning
Revelation, astral beast(FRAMING ARMAGEDDON)
Armageddon, the reckoning

Shallow views, intolerance
Jewish, Muslim, Protestant
The root of man's insolence
Lies in fear and arrogance
A valid threat if they unite
Moses, Muhammad, Jesus Christ
Born of man with second sight
Twist their words we will divide

Dark equation, astrology(FRAMING ARMAGEDDON)
Armageddon, the reckoning
Revelation, astral beast(FRAMING ARMAGEDDON)
Armageddon, the reckoning

If humans learn what's truly at stake
And of the birth of Set Abominae
Their primitive minds, a maddened state, no
Frame it as the Elder deemed
Frame it our way

Framing Armageddon!
Framing Armageddon!
Framing Armageddon!
Framing Armageddon!

Eminem's just don't give a fuuuuuucckk

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan Brady I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman [Chorus:] So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin tellin your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

The lyrical mastery Eminem used to display was sheer brilliance, IMO. I could paste some great lines from almost any song he's ever put out.

Biggie's verse from Notorious Thugs:

Armed and dangerous: ain't too many can bang with us.
Straight up weed, no angel dust.
Label us notorious thug-ass niggas that love to bust.
It's strange to us, y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
We just sittin' here tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off weed
and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins.
Nigga, you'd should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you.
Been in this shit since ninety-two. Look at all the bullshit I've been through:
so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or two.
Then a blue light, niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked with. Muthafucka, better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit. Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game.
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one.
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one.
All them niggas, I gotsta fight one.
All them hoes, I gotsta like one.
Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B, Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly.
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything 'round me.
Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me.
Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it.
Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it.
Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin' in it.
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews.
Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew. Who's the killa: me or you?

Tom Waits - Bad Liver and a Broken Heart

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear

And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard

D12 - Fight Music

You know why my hands are so numb?
My grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum

Stop playin wit me cannon in my hand
And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land
Intercept a niggas plans ineffective ass nigga
I'm fuckin fire man but I'll wet that ass nigga
My vessel pump liquor
I'm a special ass nigga
No frontin I'm in front of these extra last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga I'm a side ways shooter
Open up the maserati fuck the high way troopas
Cuz nowa days dudes a run and tell a troopa
So I hope that same trooper come find u when I lose ya (hey)
These niggas talkin out tha side of they medulla
Preserve a nigga put his body in a cooler
Turn hI'm into ice call me weezy the jeweler
Run up on me boy and get smoked like buddha
Who the fuck wanna get it in ya next break
Gasoline on yo door steps... fire

You know me, I just be chillin in the phantom, listenin to opera
Gun is my body guard, call it Kevin Costner
Probably won't stop if, I get to poppin them shots
You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
Fuck around, see a flock of red dots
Smoke good, eat good, only fuck a bitch
If her dough good, feet good, just bought a fleetwood
And I'ma put some D's on that bitch
Lookin like I got a diamond disease on my wrist
Fresh! bunch of little G's on my kicks
I'ma dog, your all a bunch of fleas on my dick
Young Money Cash Money, and we gon' get the money even if it kills ya'll
And I'ma ride, 'til the muthafuckin wheels off
George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on
I'm cold, yeah I get my Buffalo Bill on
Beatin up ya block, yeah I get my Emmitt Teal on
In the New Edition, yeah I get my Johnny Gill on
Keep a shotgun, yeah I get my Jason Wheel on
Fuck it Swizz, I'm still gon' black entertainment, yeah I get my Steven Hill On
Only to talk models, yeah I get my seal on
Make that chick rock, get my Emil on
Two girls, let 'em get they pill on
Let 'em get they feel on, I get my Tip Drill on
Hey, now why you that ice grill on?
I leave you lookin like you got a barbeque grill on
Yeah, we got money to the ceiling
Real nigga, I get my Keep It Real on
And they be lying on wax, like a earphone
Weezy Baby, the best from here on
Swish, I'm in gear homes
They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
No homo, let em get they queer on
No commercial, I just take the leer home
My girl she get her pampoir on
She don't touch me, I got cashmere on
I ball, and you just Erik Dampier, dawg
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Lambier on
Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster and we're gone

What Lil Wayne song is that?

Nile - "As He Creates, So He Destroys"

Never does he receive supplicants in his black hall of uncouth angles.
Nor does he ever hear prayers, or answer them. Endlessly he pipes.
Endlessly he devours his own substance for his hunger is insatiable.
As he consumes his own waste, after the custom of idiots.

As the god creates, so he destroys.


Job For a Cowboy - Embedded

An incision leads to the future of the new world.
A mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will divide and distinguish man.
Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead.
Reoccurrence of modern times and scriptures.
Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood.
In the extent all will hold something very similar and accordingly.
All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature.
In a new world with suppressing technology.
Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh.
Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital.
Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net.
A conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom.
No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only
presenting itself as a form of an object.
Fragments of ash flow through the atmospheres currents.
Onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped.
The demon's solution, a new world order.


...and some Cattle Decapitation is always fun.

"Testicular Manslaughter"

Perpetual multiplier.
Procreating bastard.
Ever had your gonads smashed by a ball-peen hammer?
Ever been forced into a vasectomy by an axe-wielding homovore?
Do you know the word pain?
You will when the mallet falls.
Again and again and again and again.
I've a shotgun aimed at your testicles.
To shred your testes and sever adjacent vesicles.
Cold vengeance on a rapist.
Immediate testicular shape-shift.
Your manhood disintegrates and the stream starts to flood.
A shimmering mix of spermatozoa and blood.

Another human off the face of the earth!
A new vagina to replace it's absence of girth.
It rubs the feces on it's skin.
Or else it gets the hammer again.

Torture.
Through blunt castration.
Slaughter.
Repeated testicular emaciation.

For your gross misconduct.
The tables are rightfully turned.
The urethra now a bile duct.
The frayed ends of karma are burned.
A gaping gash of reproduction.
Seminal waste of testosterone that ceases to function.
Asexual freak. No longer of the male persuasion.
Your miserable heap of disfigurementation.
Brings thousands of victims vengeance and elation.

Sulfur and buckshot. Decimating your crotch.

First one is called "Burn This City" . Second one is called "Swizzy". Both real hot joints.

Just listened to both on youtube. Burn this City is the shit. I think I've told you before but check out 1000 degrees. This dude's mixtapes fuckin KILL IT. Da Drought 3 > any other mixtape I've heard

I was just listening to that yesterday. I think they changed the name to "I'm me". I listened to it like 10 times repeat, Lol.

Bone Thugs N Harmony ft. Twista - C-town

[Chorus: repeat 3X]
C-town's how we ride
Chi-town's how we ride
Midwest how we ride
Come see how we ride

[Verse: Twista]
now feel the devistation
and unification of the thugs in the middle of the map
these niggas finna snap
spit it for niggas that bit it
then give them the buisness they gonna feel it when we jack
and be quick with it, be crack
hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I'ma see who
I ain't fuckin' with the Midwest
you could try attackin' me and bombin'
me I'ma be spittin' so fast, they wanna ask how he did that?
Bone Thugs and we gotta spit a hard flow
it's worthy compitition everywhere that I go
but ain't no messin' with cleveland or chicago
Ballin' through the hood in a Murcielago
Or Gallardo, or Ferrari, or Diablo
As long as the car go quick, flow so sick
Thought it was drama between Bone and Twista we do it like this

[Chorus]

[Verse: Layzie]
I'm from a place, really ain't safe, Cleveland the birthplace
Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty
tim's in the winter with the j's in the summer
all four season's we stay workin'
ride with a g'
come and slide with a g'
with the true's on the lac we can ride to the beat
light it up, let it burn when you vibin' with me
gotta keep it real to survive in these streets
come see it for your self how live it can be
been walkin' to the chi back down to the d
michigan, illinois, sho-nuff killa boys
standin' on the corner at 10 degrees
we got pimps, dope pushers, and petty thieves
crooked ass cops won't let me breathe
all my love for the city won't let me leave
what they expect from me?
they want the best from me
they gonna get it, yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse: Krayzie]
I think it's time we show them bone, how we ride
and let everyone know just where we come from Midwest bounce
it's that bounce
that make a nigga feel it when he off that ounce
of the mary mary mary jane
we the niggas showin' them different side of thangs
never seen a nigga that switched the rhyme this way
now everybody run and flip they style today
yup it's kinda strange but
a nigga got to give it up to the Midwest
who made 'em pick up the page before they get left
get a little bit of Twista and hit that
roll it up with some bone thug sit back
just feel the vibe
and ya never let a player hater kill ya high
with this shit we be spittin' we gon' steal ya mind
once again it's the Midwest side (West-side)

[Chorus]

[Verse: Wish]
you can tell by the way I walk, the way I flow from around here
nigga Midwest where the weed ain't the best but we came up
now we get flew from the West coast, (West coast baby)
we flow fast
so many words in one bar
we spit it, rap it, nigga better go hard
who the underdogs
the West done done it
the East done done it
the South hard
they keep it togather, (together)
on the same level
Midwest got the weapons
it's ours here them thugsta's, no care
we like to fight, (fight)
on the West we get right, (right)
in the East it's about they favorite night
in the South it's whatever ya like

[Chorus]