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cracking just like a shell
You got lucky, you were saved by the bell
Please don't make no wish in my well
I will never walk down to Hell
In an underground

Yeah I'm super gangsta dawg
I got like 95 bodies and I grew up under a bridge and I can do 10,000 push ups
and can't nobody kill me!

All Cap
All Cap

Poor Little Raccoon

Angry Johnny

Hankenstein

On the third day I drove by and he was sleeping there again
But I noticed that that little raccoon had grown a lot
He was lying in the sun with a funny little

Erase mistakes that's in my past, the days when i laughed
Without subconscious worry behind the face of a mask
Haunted by the words, that i've

Afraid of Me

Twiztid

The Green Book

2003

I'm greatly accepted in the mind so I'm confused and intertwined
From being rejected so many times, I want to leave it all behind
So kind of you to pick

When the smoke clears, and I see the light
I'm surrounded by four walls
Padded and white
In a straightjacket, dammit
This isn't the end
Curses,

We marched 10,000 strong and got ignored
So we'll just have to march a million more

I don't want to stand in line
I cannot watch more friends die

destroying any sign of lucidity
Persistently bothered by someone who you really don't know well, 
Speaking in a language that you quite understand, 
But it's

turn again
Comes the rain, through the maze
Haze is poison, this gruesome rage

I hear an oasis through the walls
In a diamond encasing
Either that

jealousy.

Do I have hope?
Or a reason to hold on?
Is there a chance?
Or a fragement of the sun?

I'm infected by your kiss.
It's like there's poison on your

Of every sword you use
It's timing in everything
Even in the void
The way is in training
Your grip is the same
Intend to destroy
From 1 thing, Learn 10,000

Talking Hard Work

Woody Guthrie

Folkways: The Original Vision

1988

way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work

Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been

know you then it's oh well
Now everyone's a gangster
Okay oh well
Bagging up with stars inside a five star hotel
They got nothing on them in the trenches

play with my art, don't fit in. Might really get hard just to get in
We done got these scars. Ain't got to fake hard on God. My 10,000 put in
Check that

STICK THE KNIFE IN AND TWIST
Music by Kip Winger and Reb Beach
Lyrics by Kip Winger and Grant Van Dijk

New York City in the dead of night
Searching

Armed and Dangerous [Version]

Anthrax

Armed and Dangerous

1985

Trapped up inside here, like lions in a cage
I've been a mark of injustice
Bound by these chains
Can't find a reason, I'm on my own
My destiny

10,000 kisses folded into a piece of paper and drawn across my lower eyelid 
To give me the paper cut of the century

Forever lost in a forest that

I'm busting in the instrumental like a fucking maniac
The Heiny drinking representor is a fucking brainiac
Imma eat this booming track and call this

fine
Next day we'll argue and fight
And the hate might last all night
But soon we'll make things right
Cant see when there is no light
Can't breathe

heaving sick
And some are injured by the rolling of the ship
To keep ourselves clean we chose a life on the high seas
No festering in a muddy hole, eaten

feathers you somehow get by
Alone, but untethered with the weight of goodbyes
Wake up in the morning with poison in your veins
There's a hole in your shirt

There are millions of men writing songs the world will never hear 
Down in their basements surrounded by music gear 
Oh my daddy, he was one of those

his contributions to Beverly Hills Cop
So I guess you can say that the grind never stops
Then got made fun of by Dave Chapelle
Well he can go to H-E

There are millions of men writing songs the world will never hear 
Down in their basements surrounded by music gear 
Oh my daddy, he was one of those