Look what youve done bitch are you happy now
do you know how life is crappy now
u took away a friend
do you know tht you whore
bcoz of you he aint of us anymore
i just have 1 wish god
oh please
bring sandra back to life and give tht bitch the disease
we can live with the tales of some 1 who never existed
but not with this bitch whos sick and twisted
but we aint gonna spare tht bastard either
were gonna kill him and bury him beside her
we aint givin up we are fighters
we gonna punch em and stomp till all life is gone
but well tell ya something never said
deep down we dont want you dead
but dont be tht bitches puppet man
be our friend instead
coz we aint tolerating another blunder
1 more mistake and ure 6 feet under
and do we mean this
hell ya
will we do this
and can we take you down like this?
stick right down the ground like this
can we take you take you down like this??
yes we can yes we can
so come and save your ass like this
u wont get a chance like this
come and save ur ass like this
shit-shithead butt-butthead
ZOMBIES COVER OF BITCH
BitchNESS
Someday u better call it quits
Ur gonna be feelin like a Bitch surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime u get up U're gonna just fall in pits
Aint Ur life like one great big ball of shit!
If I could, just put it all onto I'll spit
Instead of always tryina swallow it
Instead of starin' at this wall and shit
While I sit writin' this plot, sick of all ur shit
shits,i forgot Shit!
All I know is Youre about to hit the wall
If I ever have to see another one of ur Blonde fits
This is it last straw
That's all, That's it
I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' bitch get it Bitch?
I'm like a skillet bubblin', until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up
Blow this buliding up, I've been sealed enough
My cup, When its over I'da filled it up
Then it explodes, and spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' feel my rush
If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Build the dutch, Im about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your hair sit up, Yea sit up
Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, U do Hate me
You ate, it ain't too late for you to finally see
What you close-minded Fucks, What you Blind to see
Whoever finds You is gonna get a same Fate
Out this world, they no it ain't a mind to me
You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line,nelson cant find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes
Always,Always,Always Die!!!!!
Its just sometimes is always me
How dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight
1, 2, then half passed 3
This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper
I'm desperate in my task
If I could just get this of this shit off my chest, Again
Stuck in this slump, Can't think of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here he comes , No!
Its not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw shitt out
I'm fizzling out, i thought you figured it out
Balls dont tell me he is scared to dribble it out
He is afraid, but why is he afraid? Why is he a slave
To this Day? have u tried to spit it out the grave
Real enough to route you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch to the bitch Ozzman aint a quitter
Imma sitter till I get enough,and u finally hit a boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch
come get destroyed
And ur worst dream, ME!!!
make 'em tensed, remember u hate me
See me and Shape like a Chainlink fence
By the looks of him you would swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin someone
By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was coming
Its now or never, And tonight is all or nothing
Momma, Nelly keeps leaving on us, He said he'd be back
He promised, I don't think he's honest
We Are back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch
Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma come back and rub my shit on your face, Bitch!
I found my nitch, You gonna fear my voice
Till your SICK of it. You ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung
If I have have a chance, Imma grab it, Bitchness Run!
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