Mindless Self Indulgence

"Bomb This Track" Ringtones to Cell

Yo
Thanks for the party
And the Maserati
Your all over my body
But now I'm gone, bye
Thanks for the party
The moet, the girls, the front row tickets
Yeah, goodbye
Thanks for the party
And the paparazzi
Everybody knows me, now I'm embarrassed
Thanks for the party, the house, the girls, the presents
And oh yeah and doing my laundry

I want to testify
I was not notified
When did my mother start
Bugging out, getting high
I wanna take a chance
Deep in your underpants
All my little girls
Everybody kiss my ass

Bomb, bomb this track
Disrespect
No regrets
Bomb this track

Yo
Thanks for the party
And the Maserati
Your all over my body
But now I'm gone, bye
Thanks for the party
The moet, the girls, the front row tickets
Yeah, goodbye

I want to testify
I was not notified
When did my mother start
Bugging out, getting high
I wanna take a chance
Deep in your underpants
All my little girls
Everybody kiss my ass

Bomb, bomb this track
Disrespect
No regrets
Bomb this track

All my scrawny ladies
And my boney ladies
That's what happens when you take what they is givin' baby

All my horny mommies
And my rowdy mommies
I been starin yo prepare yourself for stormy weather
Good looking out dere baby
Beats is cooking baby
Don't you know they is reading what I'm writing baby
All my scrawny ladies
And my boney ladies
That's what happens when you take what they is giving baby

Bomb, bomb this track
Disrespect
No regrets
Bomb this track

(over record scratching)
GO
JUMP
OUT

Thanks for the party
And the Maserati
Your all over my body
But now I'm gone, bye
Thanks for the party
The moet, the girls, the front row tickets
Yeah, goodbye
Thanks for the party
And the paparazzi
Everybody knows me, now I'm embarrassed
Thanks for the party, the house, the girls, the presents
And oh yeah and doing my laundry

"Bite Your Rhymes" Ringtones to Cell

(Uh) One more time for your mind
(Uh) Let me - Let me tell you know
I'm going to bring it on down (hmmph!)
And all you creative motherfuckers (All you creative motherfuckers!)
Making all them original master pieces of shit
Y'all be slippin' BIG... And thats good! (Y'all be slippin')
If your lazy ass is gonna make a living pimpin' off all your SHIT (Pimpin' off)
Fuck you all... (Pimpin' off!)(Fuck you!)

Don't forget... Don't forget I'm the shit
Cause don't forget... Don't forget I'm the shit
Because all my life, under the knife, kiss my ass, kissing my wife
I said all my life, under the knife, making me so-(Eee-oh!)

(Oh!)I'm gunna bite your rhymes (Say Oh!)
(Bad idea!)
(Oh!) I'm gunna bite your rhymes

CAUSE I REIGN SUPREME In my own DAMN mind...

I got the final solution... Final solution... Final solution... Final Su-Su-Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Be magnatized...
Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Be magnatized...
Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Be MAGNATIZED~! Bite your RHYMES~!
Be MAGNATIZED~! Bite your RHYMES~!

(Uh... Uh... Uh... Hey! Ah!)

I'm gunna bit your Rhymes! (Say Uh!)(Oh me?)
I'm gonna bite your rhymes!
Because all my life, under the knife, kiss my ass, kissing my wife
(I said) All my life, under the knife, making me so... Metal

Don't forget I'm the shit
(I said) Don't forget... (Ah!)
Don't forget I'm the shit

BECAUSE I REIGN SUPREME! In my own BACKYARD!

I got the final solution... Final solution... Final solution... Final Su-Su-Suckers Be what!
Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Be magnatized...
Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Be MAGNATIZED!
I got the final solution... Final solution... Final solution... Final Su-Su-Suckers Be what!
Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Be magnatized...
Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Be magnatized...
Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Suckers Be what! Be MAGNATIZED~! Bite my RHYMES~!
MAGNATIZED~! Bite my RHYMES~!

For I kicked my juice (uh!)
I kicked my juice (uh!)(other gibberish)x8

"Bitches (State Of Bengal Mix)" Ringtones to Cell

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

Pow, mother fuckers, pow

Bitches love me (x6)
Love me (x4)
Bitches love me (x6)

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

"Bitches (Rhys Fulber Mix)" Ringtones to Cell

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

Pow, mother fuckers, pow

Bitches love me (x6)
Love me (x4)
Bitches love me (x6)

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

"Bitches (Mu-Ziq Mix)" Ringtones to Cell

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

Pow, mother fuckers, pow

Bitches love me (x6)
Love me (x4)
Bitches love me (x6)

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

"Bitches (Michael Patterson's Subbass Club Mix)" Ringtones to Cell

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

Pow, mother fuckers, pow

Bitches love me (x6)
Love me (x4)
Bitches love me (x6)

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

Bitches (Kid Rock's Cock Rock Remix)" Ringtones to Cell

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

Pow, mother fuckers, pow

Bitches love me (x6)
Love me (x4)
Bitches love me (x6)

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

"Bitches (DJ Cam Mix)" Ringtones to Cell

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck
Bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time

Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects
Throughout the projects

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

Pow, mother fuckers, pow

Bitches love me (x6)
Love me (x4)
Bitches love me (x6)

Bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rock

Done, done, this is how it should be done
This is how it should be done
This style, style, style, done

"Bitches (777-Bitches)" Ringtones to Cell

(Phone ringing)

Hello and welcome to Mindless Self Indulgence brought to you by *little stereo* If you know the name of the track you'd like to hear, press 1 now.

(Button pushed)

Using your touch tone keypad please enter the first four letters of the track you'd like to bounce to followed by the number sign now.

(Buttons pushed)

You have selected Bitches. To find out why bitches love you, press 1 now.

(Button pushed0

If bitches love you cuz they know you can rock press 1. If bitches love you cuz they know you can rhyme press 2. If bitches love you cuz they know you can fuck press 3. If bitches...

(Button pushed)

You have selected bitches love me cuz they know I can fuck. To find the nearest location where bitches love you cuz they know you can fuck press 1 now.

(Button pushed)

Please enter your five digit zip code followed by the number sign now.

(Buttons pushed)

You have selected throughout the projects. If this is how it should be done press 1 now.

(Lots of buttons pushed)

I'm sorry, that is not a recognizable entry.

(Phone being hung up.)

"Bitches" Ringtones to Cell

Bitches love me 'cause they know that i can rock,
bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme,
bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck,
bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time!
Throughout the projects! (x3)
Bitches love me 'cause they know that i can rock,
bitches love me 'cause they know that I can rhyme,
bitches love me 'cause they know that I can fuck,
bitches love me 'cause they know that I'm on time!
Throughout the projects! (x3)
Done - Done - This is how it should be done,
this is how it should be done!
This style, style, style, done!
Pow! - Muthafucka! - Pow!
Bitches love me (x6)
love me, love me, love me, love me, love me,
Bitches love me (x6)
'cause they know that I can rock!
Done - Done - This is how it should be done,
this is how it should be done!
This style, style, style, done!

"Big Poppa" Ringtones to Cell

To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace lyrical duches in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommys?
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passion, music blastin
But I just can't quit
Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
I got chronic I got chronic I-I-I-I-I-I got the chronic

(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To all the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (ooh)
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Baybeh

(Straight up honey really I'm askin
Most of these niggaz think that they be mackin
But they're just mother-fucking actin)
Who they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign"?
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask you what your interests are, and "who you be with"?
Things to make you smile, what number to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We can rendezvous at the bar around two
Plans to leave, throw the keys to Lil Cease
Pull the truck up, front, and ROLL UP THE NEXT BLUNT
Conversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee)
Forget the telly we just go to my crib
and watch a movie in jacuzzi smokin big L's while you do me

(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To all the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (ooh)
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Baybeh

(How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz's
Is givin ends to my friends and it feels stupendous
Tremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream
A still tote gats strapped with infrared beams
Choppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo's
Money hoes and clothes all a nigga knows
A foolish pleasure, whatever
I had to find the buried treasure, so-so-so-so-so-so grams I had to measure
Living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend
Living better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top BM's, DROP TOP BM'S
(Oh honey, Check it, Tell your friends, to get with MY friends
And we can BE friends
We can do this every god damn weekend...keep bangin)

(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you are a true player
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
To all the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (Why?)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight (uh uh)
Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby
Baybeh

"Bed Of Roses" Ringtones to Cell

hey it's alright my life has never been a bed of roses
this way's better for me

hey it's alright my life has never been a bed of roses
this way's better for me
I don't care to live the life I've chosen
anyway! anyway! Yeah...

hey it's alright my life has always been a sad emotion
don't feel sorry for me

hey it's alright my life has always been a sad emotion.
don't feel sorry for me
feeling sorry has been my last devotion
anyway! anyway! Yeah...

hey it's alright my life has never been a bed of roses
this way's better for me
I don't care to live the life I've chosen.

hey it's alright my life has always been a sad emotion.
don't feel sorry for me
feeling sorry has been my last devotion.
anyway! anyway! Yeah...

here we are
the sentiment's the same my friends. screw you
the sentiment's the same, it always was.

here we are
the sentiment's the same my friends. screw you
the sentiment's the same, it always was.

my life has never been a bed of roses.
my life has never been a bed of roses.
my life has never been a bed of roses.
my life has never been a bed of roses.
my life has never been a bed of roses.
my life has never been a bed of roses.

don't feel sorry for me!
feeling sorry has been my last devotion
my life has always been a sad emotion.
don't feel sorry for me!
feeling sorry has been my last devotion
my life has always been a sad emotion.
don't feel sorry for me!
feeling sorry has been my last devotion
my life has always been a sad emotion.
don't feel sorry for me!
feeling sorry has been my last devotion
my life has always been a sad emotion.

anyway...
anyway...

"Backmask" Ringtones to Cell

we - suck - we - suck
when i say "we" you say "suck"
we - suck - we - suck - dick

play that record backwards
here's a message yo for the suckas
play that record backwards
and go fuck yourself

play that record backwards
it's a message from aaaaaawwwwww
play that record backwards
and go go gogogogo

kill yourself
muthafucka go kill yourself... muthafucka go kill yourself...
muthafucka go kill... yourself

hate and devour the young
and the weaker ones and don't forget the guns
you're gonna need 'em to go kill yourself
hate all the people you love
in a river of blood
and don't forget the guns
you're gonnna need 'em to destroy
always destroy... always destroy...
always destroy yourself if you don't get what you want now

[Backwards:]
clean your room
do your homework
don't stay out too late
eat your vegetables
put away your toys
don't sit too close to the TV
get dressed for church

kill yourself because you don't get what you want

"Animal" Ringtones to Cell

Make a wish make it hurt
with my hands up your skirt
tonight
signal directional institute correctional i file it
alphabetical h-h-hypothetical but

This animal this animal this animal
unbelievable
tonight

Fuckin incredible s-s-smell exceptional
i busted out the medical th-the theoretical but

With my guns on the floor
and the feds at the door
tonight

Signal directional institute correctional i file it
alphabetical h-h-hypothetical but

This animal this animal this animal
unbelievable
tonight

Oh no not me
I'm pissed off ripped off repeat
tonight
oh no not me
whats my excuse this time suffer

unbelievable

This animal this animal this animal
unbelievable
tonight

signal directional institute correctional i file it
alphabetical h-h-hypothetical but

fuckin' incredible s-s-smell exceptional
i busted out the medical th-the theoratical but.

"Alienating Our Audience" Ringtones to Cell

Some of the shit I say
May not be vocalised
Personal calender eye
Makeing my boner arise
I'm big enough to put you down
I ain't fucking around
I'll battle you pound for pound
Sick of me now?
Before I start

Alienating my audience
One fucker at a time
Alienating my audience
One fucker at a time

Will this person ever learn?

Nothing I say is Wrong [x2]

Some of the shit I say
May not be vocalised
Personal calender eye
Makeing my boner arise
I'm big enough to put you down
I ain't fucking around
I'll battle you pound for pound
Sick of me now?
Before I start

Alienating my audience
One fucker at a time
Alienating my audience
One fucker at a time

Will this person ever learn?

Nothing I say is Wrong [x3]
Nothing I say is Right

"Adios Amigos" Ringtones to Cell

Anti-drugsters smokin up as homies act belligerent
Shootout over tickets for me
Injure to the fuckups
Porno-ography makes me go hyper
From internet to peepshow
I will never find our freakin' diapers

Let's go to the mall
Pick up some kids
Spice up the sezenz
'Cause I got the balls
All of them knew..
Most people with nuts
Don't know how to squeeze em!

I hate metal, I know better
I take chances, I know better
I lose money, I know better
I'm so screwed 'cause I'm no better

Adios amigos, no estas usted
Adios amigos, no es bueno

Now we took your picture, sucka
Your pants on fire
I'm a little pervert that you know will
Never retire
But you sampled and ruined it
And you added nothin, nothin to it
Now I do it too
And now we all will have to suffer through it

Let's go to the mall
Pick up some kids
Spread some diseases
'Cause I got the balls
All of them knew..
Most people with nuts
Don't know how to squeeze em!

I hate metal, I know better
I take chances, I know better
I lose money, I know better
I'm so screwed 'cause I'm no better

Adios amigos, no estas usted
Adios amigos, no es bueno

Don't call me Daddy
Don't call me Daddy

Let's go the mall
Pick up some kids
Spread some diseases
'Cause I got the balls
All of them knew..
Most people with nuts
Don't know how to squeeze them

I hate metal, I know better
I take chances, I know better
I lose money, I know better
I'm so screwed 'cause...

Don't call me Daddy
Don't call me Daddy

Adios amigos, no estas usted
Adios amigos, no es bueno

"3S" Ringtones to Cell

I’m the one who’s so in love with you
I’m the one who’s so in love with you
Man, I’m gonna fill you all the way
Uh, man, I’m gonna screw you all the way….Uh

Cause I’m stupid, sadistic and suicidal
Hard to accept, but that’s the whole idea
Behind my motivations
Now here’s the part for the radio station

I’m the one who’s so in love with you
I’m the one who’s so in love with you
Man, I’m gonna fill you all the way
Uh, man, I’m gonna screw you all the way….Uh

Cause I’m stupid, sadistic and suicidal
Hard to accept, but that’s the whole idea
Behind my motivations
Now here’s the part for the radio station

(Ow! Do-do-do-do)
(You hate me! Do-do-do-do-do)
(You! Do-do-do-do)

This is what you want, baby,
This is what you want

This is what you want, baby,
This is what you want

Yeah, I really mean it this time
Really mean it this time
Really mean it this time
Really mean it this time

Really mean it this time
Really mean it this time
Really mean it this time
I really mean it this time

Time…

Cause I’m stupid, sadistic and suicidal
Hard to accept, but that’s the whole idea
Behind my motivations
Now here’s the part for the radio station

Stupid, sadistic and suicidal
Hard to accept, but that’s the whole idea
Behind my motivations
Now here’s the part for the radio station

"2 H**k*rs And An 8 B***" Ringtones to Cell

Two hookers and an eight ball
I can't believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

I definitely give myself props
And that way I always get what I want
I always try to keep my edge
With two hookers and an eight ball

Nigga for all the stolen goods
As I rock that niggas and get freaky-deaky
With a front row ticket for all of my bitches
'Cause my mamma said to pick the very best one

Two hookers and an eight ball
I can't believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
It ain't that fuckin' hard

I'm standing up to all my abuse
Inexperience is where I lose
I'm struggling to keep my edge

With two hookers and an eight ball
Baby, for all the fine ladies
Falling out of my mercedes and into the eighties
With a bad case of rabies and a hot coffee

Two hookers and an eight ball
I can't believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

How 'bout that coke
You want that coke
I thought I told you to go

How 'bout that coke
You want that coke
I thought I told you to go

How 'bout that coke
You want that coke
I thought I told you to go

Puppy dog
Puppy dog

Eight ball nigga's for all the stolen goods
I rock them bitches and get freekydeeky
With the front row tickets for all of my bitches
'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one

Two hookers and an eight ball
I can't believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

Two hookers and an eight ball
I can't believe that i write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

"2 Hookers And An 8 Ball" Ringtones to Cell

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

I definitely give myself props
And that way I always get what I want
I always try to keep my edge
With two hookers and an eight ball

Nigga for all the stolen goods
As I rock that niggas and get freaky-deaky
With a front row ticket for all of my bitches
'Cause my mamma said to pick the very best one

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
It ain't that fuckin' hard

I'm standing up to all my abuse
Inexperience is where I lose
I'm struggling to keep my edge

With two hookers and an eight ball
Baby, for all the fine ladies
Falling out of my Mercedes and into the eighties
With a bad case of rabies and a high-top fade

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

I'm not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

I'm not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

I'm not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

Puppy dog
Puppy dog

Eight ball nigga's for all the stolen goods
I rock them bitches and get freekydeeky
With the front row tickets for all of my bitches
'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that i write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

"1989" Ringtones to Cell

Goodbye 1989
I wanna be the one in control
Rock my white shoes, bolo tie
The next big thing for five years running

It's not your turn
It's not your turn yet

Back off you little shits
Gnawing at my bits
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off you little whores
Get 'em on all fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

Goodbye 1989
I wanna be the one in control
Rock my white shoes, bolo tie
The next big thing for five years running

It's not your turn
It's not your turn yet

Back off you little shits
Gnawing at my bits
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off you little whores
Get 'em on all fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

Some babies wanna get down like this
We eat what we like
Some babies wanna get down like this
We eat what we like

Back off you little shits
Gnawing at my bits
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off you little whores
Get 'em on all fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

"Boomin'" Ringtones to Cell

respect little girls
boomin' at your woman - yeah - you're boomin' at ya motherfucker
here she comes - she's the one - once again - right back at you baby
geez - geez - geez - geez - geez
unlimited again... unlimited all over again...

"Born To Be Beheaded" Ringtones to Cell

Hey baby girl wanna fuck?
Poppin' out my coochie for a buck
Electrical sockets are a must
I gotta have my pops with the...

I always seem to be the one who's gettin'
I always seem to be the one who's gettin'
I always seem to be the one who's gettin'

Screwed or fucked (La la la la)
Rain or shine (La la la la)
In that ass (La la la la)
All the time (La la la la)

Born to be headed
To be be headed
be be headed
be be headed
be be be headed born born to be born be-headed
born
born to
be be-headed
[x2]

Hey baby girl wanna fuck?
Poppin' out my coochie for a buck
Electrical sockets are a must
I gotta have my pops with the...

I always seem to be the one who's gettin'
I always seem to be the one who's gettin'
I always seem to be the one who's gettin'

Screwed or fucked (La la la la)
Rain or shine (La la la la)
In that ass (La la la la)
All the time (La la la la)

Born to be headed
To be be headed
be be headed
be be headed
be be be headed born born to be born be-headed
born
born to
be be-headed
[x2]

Classy hoes
On Casios
Sweet mamaz
On Yamahas

Screwed or fucked
Rain or shine
In that ass
All the time

Screwed or fucked
Rain or shine
In that ass

"Bring The Acapella" Ringtones to Cell

Lemme tell you now
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

Find out my mental based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can make monumental
Methods I'm not the king but nigga's is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can shit get, get deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad pissed, accept it
In your cross colors clothes, you crossed over
And now you're totally crossed out, Kriss Kross

Who the boss, nigga's get tossed to the side
I'm the dark side of the force, of course
It's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic and coming for that headpiece protect it

Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Nigga's want the ruckas, so bust it at me son, now bust it
Styles, I get buckwild, Method Man on some shit
Fucking nigga's foul, son, I'm sick

Insane crazy
Driving Miss Daisy
How the fuck am I
Now I got mine, I'm swayze

Is it real, son
Let me know it's real, son
If it's really real, son
Let me know it's real

Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real

When I was a little stereo, I use to be the champion
I always wonder when I would be the number one
Hey, hey, hey
And now you listen to me darcon, darcon

And all you nigga's come and test me, test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the Meth, bring the rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck

Nigga, pump off a set, coming through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise
Coming like a vet on some old vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it

And it'll get even worse, word to god, it's the Wu
Coming through taking niggaz 'fore they're
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Moving to your left

I came to represent and
Carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old wild west

Quick on the draw, with my hands on the floor
Loving all those god damn funky rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like propa
Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinking ninety proof vodka

No OJ, no, no straw
When you give it to me, yeah
Give it to me raw I've learned
When you drink Absolut straight it burns

Enough to give my chest hairs a perm

I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real, son, let me know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, let me know it's

One, two three, four, kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Let me know it's real

"Bring The Pain" Ringtones to Cell

Lemme tell you now:
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental based on instrumental
Records hey so I can write monumental
Methods I'm not the king but niggaz is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream check it
Just how deep can shit get - get deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad pissed accept it
In your cross colors clothes you crossed over
And now ya totally crossed out and Kriss Kross
Who da boss niggaz get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side of the force of course
It's the method man from the wu-tang clan
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece protect it
Fuck it two tears in a bucket
Niggaz want the ruckas? so bust it at me son now bust it
Stylez I get buckwild method man on some shit
Fuck'n niggaz foul son I'm sick
Insane crazy drivin' miss daisy
How the fuck am I? now I got mine I'm swayze
Is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really real son lemme know it's real
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real
When I was a little stereo I used to be the champion
I always wonder when I would be the number one - hey hey hey
And now you listen to me darcon darcon
- - -
And all you niggaz come and test me test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the meth bring the rope
Cuz the only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga pump off a set comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
And it'll get even worse word to god it's the wu
Comin' through takin' niggaz 'fore they're
Gone gone gone gone gone gone
Movin' to your left
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test realize it's no contest son
I'm the gun who won that old wild west
Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn monkey rhymes galore
Check it cuz I think not when it's hip hop like propa
Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
No OJ no no straw
When you give it to me - yeah - give it to me raw I burn
Give it to me raw I burn
Chest hair
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho - no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real son lemme know it's real son if its really real son
Lemme know it's
1 2 3 4
Kill one - fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real

"Bring The Pain (Clean And Fresh-Scented For Radio)" Ringtones to Cell

Lemme tell you now
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astroplane

Find out my mental based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can make monumental
Methods I'm not the king but nigga's is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can shit get, get deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad pissed, accept it
In your cross colors clothes, you crossed over
And now you're totally crossed out, Kriss Kross

Who the boss, nigga's get tossed to the side
I'm the dark side of the force, of course
It's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic and coming for that headpiece protect it

Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Nigga's want the ruckas, so bust it at me son, now bust it
Styles, I get buckwild, Method Man on some shit
Fucking nigga's foul, son, I'm sick

Insane crazy
Driving Miss Daisy
How the fuck am I
Now I got mine, I'm swayze

Is it real, son
Let me know it's real, son
If it's really real, son
Let me know it's real

Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real

When I was a little stereo, I use to be the champion
I always wonder when I would be the number one
Hey, hey, hey
And now you listen to me darcon, darcon

And all you nigga's come and test me, test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the Meth, bring the rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck

Nigga, pump off a set, coming through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise
Coming like a vet on some old vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it

And it'll get even worse, word to god, it's the Wu
Coming through taking niggaz 'fore they're
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Moving to your left

I came to represent and
Carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old wild west

Quick on the draw, with my hands on the floor
Loving all those god damn funky rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like propa
Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinking ninety proof vodka

No OJ, no, no straw
When you give it to me, yeah
Give it to me raw I burn
Give it to me raw I burn

Chest hair

I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real, son, let me know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, let me know it's

One, two three, four, kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Let me know it's real