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Loud Noises

Bad Meets Evil

Hell: The Sequel

2011

Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get

99 Bottles of Beer Lyrics BY: D-Black

1st verse
I knew this player name Heineken his Boy Corona/
Old foster ran a juke joint on the corner/
Colors

eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes
As an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly

what I'm bout

I bet (I bet)
That Katie can make your bitch back that ass up and bounce
My fist (My fist)
A Kilimanjaro by the way I keep rocking it out

back that ass up and bounce
My fist
A Kilimanjaro by the way I keep rocking it out
I been the one
After that nigga get stupid don't know how to count

the game
Making all these freekin' lames break contain
Blitz often
Separate the casket
From the coffin
Idiots keep talkin
So I toss 'em
In the mosh pit
I

Knownots

Aceyalone

All Balls Don't Bounce

1995

sha-bob-a-lob-a
Sloppin' the side of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon
Wanna see this jack o'lantern panted planted ball that don't bounce
Against the wall

still ended up
By havin' no names
Since "Rebel Without a Pause
" the beats were never the same
And by 1998, we still had game, we rocked on
(Rockin' on,

graduated from high school
By the grace of God tell me if this shit laced or not
'Cause I don't go to space a lot
But if I pull up to Space Yacht
Sotero's

of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I

I'ma get a check (Yeah)
White Nike socks, he gon' get checked (Check)
They walking 'round Spartanburg with bulletproof vests (Rah)
Learned the game on my

too old for the dumb shh-
Cold for the numb shh- hand on the gun grip
The top down with the blunt lit
Flying, thinking of hundreds
I'm in the juice game

Fred
I'm super nice with mines and I'm much sweeter
Than any Tom, Dick, Bob, Harry or Peter
Cause I'm a general generatin rhymes at a 1000 watts

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out

Lyrics:

1.	Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News

on a positive vibe i had a long day
Keeping my money right
Right by the wrong was
Niggas hollering money they ain't
Worth a penny though no religion
My niggas

that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album

Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that

When you hear it

a passion play
Old Master Tom he was wise to be gone
when the grapes grew on the vine
half sister of his wife
Sally served him through life
as a secret

white men stop it
stop misbehaving or ignore

stop oppressing our bodies
stop fearing our intelligence
old white men Im gonna grab you
by the balls

so 
Old bitch gotta ass like she jlo 

Headed for the top I gotta saved spot 
That bitch play games, make the game stop
Getting rich for me is just

the radio he looks 15 years
Old, like he's in here for
Stealing gum there's Lawson
Who gave me the magazines and
Taught me how to
Use the phone twenty-one

that boy shirt red like I'm Bob Ross
Let the squad finish the job like I got lobs
Married to the game, I'm a in-law to outlaws
I'm crazy, Chrisean Rock

Same shit different day bitches makin Ass shake
I came thru i came to ball increase my Revenues to play
See u flexing for ya bitch but this dat Old

to live it
I won't go back to the old me
The new me is ready and golden
I know that I'm chosen
Just kept my head up
Even when doubted, I noticed
I won't go