Denis Leary: I'm an *******. Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream About me, about you About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts Maybe below the cockles, Maybe in the sub cockle area, Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys, Maybe even in the colon, we dont know Im just a regular Joe, with a regular job Im your average white, suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my car My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar But sometimes that just aint enough to keep a man like me interested (oh no, no way, uh uh) No I gotta go out and have fun at someone elses expense (woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah) I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane While people behind me are going insane Im an ******* (hes an *******) Im an ******* (hes an *******, such an *******) I use public toilets and I piss on the seat I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat?" Im an ******* (hes an *******) Im an ******* (hes the worlds biggest *******) Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces While handicapped people make handicapped faces Im an ******* (hes an *******) Im an ******* (hes a real ****ing *******) Maybe I shouldnt be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe theyre right when they tell me Im wrong Nah Im an ******* (hes an *******) Im an ******* (hes the worlds biggest *******) You know what Im gonna do Im gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps And all leather cow interior And make brown baby seal eyes for head lights (yeah) And Im gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour Gettin' 1 mile per gallon, Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers And when Im done sucking down those greeseball burgers Im gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag And then Im gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side And there aint a goddamn thing anybody can do about it You know why, because weve got the bombs, thats why 2 words, nuclear ****ing weapons, OK? Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want They can have a big democracy cakewalk Right through the middle of Tiananmen Square and it wont make a lick of difference Because weve got the bombs, OK? John Wayne's not dead, hes frozen, and as soon as we find a cure for cancer Were gonna thaw out the duke and hes gonna be pretty pissed off You know why, Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15 million times Thats how pissed off the dukes gonna be! I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Cassavetes, and Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckinpah, and a case of whiskey, and drive down to Texas and say..... (Hey! You know, you really are an *******!) Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal? Im an ******* (hes an *******) Im an ******* (hes the worlds biggest *******) A-S-S-H-O-L-E Everybody A-S-S-H-O-L-E Im an ******* and Im proud of it *n
- I'm in love with you girl 'cause you're on my mind, you're the one I think about most every time. And when you pack a smile in everything you do, don't you understand, girl, this love is true. You're soft, succulent so sweet and thin that's kind of like a vision upon your skin. It lightens up my day, and that's oh so true. Together we're one separated we're two. To make you all mine, all mine is my desire. 'Cause you contain a quality, you that I admire. You're pretty plain and simple, you rule my world so try to understand. I'm in love girl, I'm in so love girl. I'm just in love girl, and this is true. Girl, you know it's true. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh I love you. Yes, you know it's true. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh I love you. Girl, you know it's true. My love is for you. Girl, you know it's true. My love is for you. This is some sort of thing, girl, I can't explain, my emotions starts up when I hear your name. Maybe your sweet sweet voice would ring in my ear, then delay my system when you are near. Come with your positive emotion, love, making enjoyin' that's for me to bust it's like a girl and a boy. These feelings I get I often wonder why, so I thought I might discuss this, girl, just you and I. Now what you're wearing I don't care, as I've said before, no reason that I like you, girl, just for what you are. If I said I'd think about it, you rule my world so try to understand. I'm in love girl, I'm in so love girl. I'm just in love girl, and this is true. Girl, you know it's true. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh I love you. Yes, you know it's true. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh I love you. Girl, you know it's true. My love is for you. Girl, you know it's true. My love Girl, you know it's true. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh I love you. Yes, you know it's true. Ooh, Ooh, Ooh I love you.
Now I’m a say this one time for you and that’s my word We rock the shots and knock fire through the Hindenberg The contributon is clear, you add water to bone and get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone now if you like the tone and how the harmony’s done and the sucker MCs died before they begun but I like to know if they got the notion cuz we’re number one I’m not trying to say my style is better than yours I’m just in some other **** I’m all about the beat and the lyrics so when you hear it you can feel it The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit No interference, we persevere the purpose is clear we’re here to like your ear hurtin severe you’re lurking in fear cuz we take it back like Robin Locksley rockin from countryside to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these MCs even knows how it feels to dedicate they whole life for this mic and steel It ain’t about the bill, that’s not keeping it real a lot of tight rappers out there ain’t got no deal We appeal to the brothas with flow finesse cuz it’s the hundred watt gunshot game of death cuz we’re protected by the covenant of words and beats rewind and feel the heat recline and take a seat so uh let’s take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap **** from Jurassic let’s take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap **** from Jurassic Now I walk from Tranzania, earthquake Transylvania and on the way I dig a hole through the Wall of China just to get the right blend cuz I’m schizophrenic of the pathway to livin I fell into the deep end You shouldn’t have told me that pyramids can hold me so now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your beats, pull out your cuts give us a mic, What up? And we will tear **** up I’m on some old and forgotten sun up to sun down like picking cotton the nutty professor is science droppin rockin robin’s hood from New York to Compton me and my 3 sons Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum let’s take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap **** from Jurassic let’s take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap **** from Jurassic du da du du da du du….. Hey I’m 2na Fish from UNITY do or die anti illumianti Why do delivery from my vocals make the ghettos start swimmin forever winnin in it like Medolark Lemon I get goose bumps when the bassline thumps The sucka for style he had mine for lunch Mark 7even get you open like an attache briefcase in this case defeat there is no way Eh eh, the tool spinners cookin the full dinner killn the first born like lyrical Yule Brinners When isn’t the Acadamy rattling your anatomy gotta be J5 so kill all fake flattery That’ll be the day when labels pay my way 2Na whatcha say when MCs come to play? ?Man for dead? Cuz we take it back like spinal tap preparin your intelect befor your final nap. let’s take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap **** from Jurassic let’s take you back to the concrete streets original beats and real live MCs Playground tactics no rabbit in a hat tricks just add classic rap **** from Jurassic ****’s got beef huh watch how I settle it I **** around and arrest your whole development I’m eloquent when it comes to digital display I’m ready for the world while you hurl off the tanqueray tactics My ****’s Jurassic 5 fingers of death while you exhale and inhale with a deep breath with my chop suey style cuz I’m a lyrical chef I gives mines to the death cuz I’ll be cookin from here to brooklyn your ****’s annoying like fat ass Bookman on Good Times when I rhyme I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots cuz this is lyrical malaria spreadin, beheadin fools with the punishment I live in America but **** this government 150 times over sealed with lead while you all drink the similack like my rhymes was breast fed no artificial nipples I flip the real skills I thought I told you once I kick the lyrical windmills and backspin benedict straightly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow don’t get offended Coming in with it comprehend it when I kick it I represent the real from the beginning to the end of it
Skee Lo - I Wish Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E We're takin' calls on the wish line Making all your wacky wishes come true Hello 1-I wish I was little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four Impala I wish I was like six-foot-nine So I can get with Leoshi Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine You know I see her all the time Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams I can scheme a way to make her mine Cause I know she's livin phat Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball So how am I gonna compete with that 'Cause when it comes to playing basketball I'm always last to be picked And in some cases never picked at all So I just lean up on the wall Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls Who came to watch their men ball Dag y'all! I never understood, black Why the jocks get the fly girls And me I get the hood rats I tell 'em scat, skittle, scabobble Got hit with a bottle And I been in the hospital For talkin' that mess I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name Glad I came to my senses Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type (rpt 1, 1) I wish I had a brand-new car So far, I got this hatchback And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat And do you really wanna know what's really whack See I can't even get a date So, what do you think of that? I heard that prom night is a bomb night With the hood rats you can hold tight But really tho' I 'm a figaro When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday Well then I'ma have to get in my car and go You know I take the 110 until the 105 Get off at Crenshaw tell my homies look alive Cause it's hard to survive when your livin' In a concrete jungle and These girls just keep passin' me by She looks fly, she looks fly Makes me say my, my, my (rpt 1, 1) I wish I was a little bit taller... I wish I was a baller... I wish I was a little bit taller y'all I wish I was a baller (3) Hey, I wish I had my way 'Cause everyday would be a Friday You could even speed on the highway I would play ghetto games Name my kids ghetto names Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine Yo you know that's on the real So if you're down on your luck Then you should notice how I feel Cause if you don't want me around See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound Hey, you , what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh? Everybody wants to get down like dat (rpt 1, 1) I wish, I wish, I wish... *n
How about a little blues? "I Don't Know" Sick and tired by the way you do Good time papa gonna poison you Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed Wake up one of these days, find your own self dead She said you shouldn't say that I said What did I say to make you mad this time baby? She said Umm... I don't know My oh my oh my She said I don't know but my baby's holding down The woman I love has got devil in her jaw Clothes she's wearing made out of the best of cloth She can take 'em and wash 'em, put 'em upside a wall She can throw 'em out a window, pick 'em up a little before the fall Sometimes I think you got your habits on She said You shouldn't say that I said What did I say to piss you off this time baby? She said Umm... I don't know, my oh my, I don't know But my baby's holding down My momma told me, my momma sat down and cried She said you're too young to have as many woman as you got I looked at my mother dear, didn't even crack a smile Said If woman don't kill me I don't mind dying The woman I love, I want to wait for last The woman I love, I have all class Thought I warned you baby, a long time ago Better watch your step or I'm going to have to let you go She said you shouldn't say that I said Baby You know when you bend over I see every bit of Christmas And when you bend back I'm looking right into the new year She said Honey, you know I gave up cigarettes for my new year's resolution But I didn't give up smoking I said Woman, you going to walk a mile for a Camel Or are you going to make like Mr Chesterfield and satisfy? She said That all depends on what your packing Regular or kingsize Then she pulled out my Jim Beam, and to her surprise It was every bit as hard as my Canadian Club I said What now you got to say baby? She said Umm... I don't know My oh my oh my I don't know But my baby's holding down
Charlie Daniels Band - Uneasy Rider I was takin' a trip out to LA Toolin' along in my Chevrolet Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio... Just as I crossed the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine And I knew that left rear tire was about to go Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight 'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car It was right in front of this little bar Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat And told the bartender that I had a flat And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one There was one thing I was sure proud to see There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone I called up the station down the road a ways And he said he wasn't very busy today And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so He said now you just stay right where you're at And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar When some guy walked in and said; 'Who owns this car? With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?' Well, he looked at me and I damn near died And I decided that I'd just wait outside So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin These five big dudes come strollin' in With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth And I was almost to the door when the biggest one said: 'You tip your hat to this lady, son' And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night 'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee He let out a yell that'd curl your hair But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair And said: 'Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy He's an undercover agent for the FBI And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan' He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went I said: 'Would you believe this man has gone as far As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars And he voted for George McGovern for President' 'He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags I betcha he's even got a Commie flag Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage' They all started lookin' real suspicious at him And he jumped up an' said: 'Now, just wait a minute, Jim You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife' Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed But I didn't wait around to hear the rest I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run But somehow I couldn't resist the fun Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas And spun around and headed them off at the pass I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin' Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin' But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there When I hit the road I was really wheelin' Had gravel flyin' and rubber squealin' And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped If I went to LA...via Omaha
