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Albums:

Kill Kill Kill (Anti-Flag) · Definition: Kill Kill Kill (My Hero Died Today) · Toys That Kill (F.Y.P) · Sound: Check (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sound Check (Jack Cortner) · Sound Check, Vol. 5 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Kiss Kiss Kill Kill [Bonus Tracks] (HorrorPops) · Listen Up, Baby!/Must Kill! Must Kill! (Electric Frankenstein) · Punk 45: Kill the Hippies! Kill Yourself! The American Nation Destroys Its Young: Unde (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Murder Murder Kill Kill: Instrumentals (Necro) – and 90 other albums »


you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"

[Violent J]
me your bitter enemy

All the world around
Enemy, they're tearing up the ground
Enemy, they're drawn in by the sound
Enemy, enemy
I must
the gladiators that oppose all Caesars
Coming soon on a new world tour
Probably play the score for the World War
At the apocalypse, play the encore
Turn
enemy

All the world around enemy
They're tearing up the ground enemy
They're drawn in by the sound
Enemy, enemy I must eliminate my enemy

Your people,
you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box

"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"

[Violent J]
And jammin' on it is how we do the do
We'll funk you up until you boogie down
So come people check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
B-Real)
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't coming off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb
bitter enemy

All the world around enemy
They're tearing up the ground enemy
They're drawn in by the sound
Enemy, enemy I must eliminate my enemy
your bitter enemy

All the world around enemy
They're tearing up the ground enemy
They're drawn in by the sound
Enemy, enemy I must eliminate my
slim but not thin
in amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks
soakin in the ghetto for kids that have not
slappin on some skin when we slam check
how we do the do
We'll funk you up until you boogie down
So come people check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound, check out
how we do the do
We'll funk you up until you boogie down
So come people check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound, check out
And jammin' on it is how we do the do
We'll funk you up until you boogie down
So come people check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
And jammin' on it is how we do the do
We'll funk you up until you boogie down
So come people check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
And jammin' on it is how we do the do
We'll funk you up until you boogie down
So come people check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
And jammin' on it is how we do the do
We'll funk you up until you boogie down
So come people check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out the sound
kill you is what you don't know

OK check it, you're on your way to your girl's crib
But the bitch live in the Bridge
You ain't really sweating it, cause
On Crew
And jammin' on it is how we do the do
We'll funk you up until you boogie down
So come people check out the sound
Check out the sound, check out
to be bit
In the neck by a snake that kills
Do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back
Then watch the blood spill
Do you like how it feels
B-Real)
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't coming off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb
B-Real)
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't comin' off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb
me your bitter enemy 

All the world around enemy 
They're tearing up the ground enemy 
They're drawn in by the sound 
Enemy, enemy I must
comes my nut, I want you to put in your mouth
Like it when you lick it, love it when I hit
Show me what you want
Make that face when I split it
The sound
One More Parade
Phil Ochs
Written by Phil Ochs and Bob Gibson


Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street
Rollin' of the drums
crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by