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o'clock
Then there was this flygirl,she said she wanted to know
Why are you all dressed up with no place to go?
She said she'd take us to a place where we
Her flesh decaying she rises to see
Lecherous ghouls with rotting erections
Her breasts are lactating blood and pus
An orgy of death, cadavers
Her flesh decaying she rises to see
Lecherous ghouls with rotting erections
Her breasts are lactating blood and pus
An orgy of death, cadavers
national anthem

Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
chaser is OK by me
Don't mix it up gimme straight what you got
I don't want it on the rocks I want my lovin straight up

She'll win you all over with
Ono was dead, so we had to split apart!

There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
They need
chaser is OK by me
Don't mix it up gimme straight what you got
I don't want it on the rocks I want my lovin straight up

She'll win you all over with
Sister Bridget by the stai, a glass of wine and she's almost there. 
Cousin Jimmy at the door, another beer and he's on the floor. 
Friends
Bitch, I'm a mix, Manson greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips
I do not exist, all this weed
boy she sure missed
She didn't Mix it Up.. Rich & poor, young & old.
black & white, wrong & right.. Here comes the night
"What happened to her
There was a time when I heard drama in mono
It's to my left and right just like stereo
Problems circumstances do you feel me yo?
Need some clarity
This gig's not over now,
There's so much left to play.
Bang on, on the drum,
Bang on, don't you come.
Bang on, on the drum,
And never go away.

I
slick
You find something then you hide it with a drum chick
Takin' apart every rap that's on the charts
Mix there with yours, spin it back it ain't
might as well keep dancing if you're not gonna run

A long long way to find the one
We'll keep on dancing 'til she comes
These dreams are forever
Oh these
Uh-huh, okay, murder!

Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most
Uh-huh, okay, murder!

Wake up in the morning, hit the porch and puff a doobie
Wake and baking got me coughing up a lugie
Make a quick by most
alright then, I can not stop her. 
The makeup box has always got, 
Ever such a lot of odds and sods, in there to offer. 
She needs paints to make her
on the string
Like I say everyday I be there fo rmy friend
Good things always come to an end
So yo

I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
if she's still around and not goin' steady
If she hasn't changed her name by now
Mayne we can settle down, start a future
Back in our stompin' grounds
could find a short cut
I was tired plus I had a rash on my butt
There was this lady in a pinto coup
About ninety years old I could tell by the droop
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got the nerve
Doin' what comes naturally

You don't have to go to a private school
Not to pick up a penny by a stubborn mule
You don't have to have a professor's
microphone
Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo
Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz
Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
There's the more, now I know you
Said, "My name's L.L. Cool, if I may introduce
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to seduce
Want to mix it up, baby, want to feel you grind
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do

I got