Mindless Self Indulgence

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"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

"Thank God" Ringtones to Cell

In the twilight of my life
I don't need no grammys
Rock my gay acceptance speech
Most of all I'd like to..

Thank god
For programming my beats
I'd like to thank god
for making me hard like I'm from the streets
God wrote all my dopest rhymes
Especially the ones about shooting niggaz and
getting fucking high

Jesus H Muthafuckin boom boom Christ
I been doin dis fo money and fo sex all nite
Its the song that be gettin me erect ai-aight
The scenario is scary yo its fukkin up your stereo

In the twilight of my life
I don't need no grammys
Rock my gay acceptance speech
Most of all I'd like to..

Thank god
For programming my beats
I'd like to thank god
for making me hard like I'm from the streets
God wrote all my dopest rhymes
Especially the ones about dealing drugs and
rolling
with my thugs

Jesus H Muthafuckin boom boom Christ
I been doin dis fo money and fo sex all nite
Its the song that be gettin me erect ai-aight
The scenario is scary yo its fukkin up your stereo

In the twilight of my life
I don't need no grammys
Rock my gay acceptance speech
Most of all I'd like to..

Thank god
For programming my beats
I'd like to thank god
for making me hard like I'm from the streets
God wrote all my dopest rhymes
Especially the ones about shootin niggaz and gettin
fucking stupid

"Stupid, Sadistic And Suicidal" 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.

Awe! Man, I'm gonna' fill you all the way,
Awe! Man, I'm gonna' screw you all the way.

Cause I'm stupid, sadistic, and suicidal,
Hard to accept but that's the whole idea,
Behind my motivation,
Now is 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.

Awe! Man, I'm gonna' fill you all the way,
Awe! Man, I'm gonna' screw you all the way.

Cause I'm stupid, sadistic, and suicidal,
Hard to accept but that's the whole idea,
Behind my motivation,
Now is the part for the radio station!

Come on! Do-Do-Do-Do,
(YEAH)
Come on! Do-Do-Do-Do,
(YEAH MAN)

This is what you want baby,
This is what you want.
Yeah, this is what you want baby,
This is what you want.

Oh, ah, oh-ah-oh-oh-ah,
Oh, ah, oh-ah-oh-oh-ah,
Oh, ah, oh-ah-oh-oh-ah,

Yo, I really mean it this time.
Really mean it this time.
Really mean it this time.
Really mean it this time.

Cause I'm stupid, sadistic, and suicidal,
Hard to accept but that's the whole idea,
Behind my motivation,
Now is the part for the radio station!

Cause I'm stupid, sadistic, and suicidal,
Hard to accept but that's the whole idea,
Behind my motivation,
Now is the part for the radio station!

"Unbelievable Animal" Ringtones to Cell

Make a wish
Make it hurt
With my hands
up your skirt
Tonite
Signal directional
Institute correctional
Filez me alphabetical
Ha ha ha hypothetical
Tonite
Fuckin increadiable
Niggaz i be a hell of a bug
I be the medical drug
The theoretical thug
With my guns
On the floor
And my moms
At the door
Tonite
Signal directional
Institute correctional
Filez me alphabetical
Ha ha ha hypothetical
Its animal its animal its animal unbelivable
Tonite
Fuckin increadiable
Niggaz i be a hell of a bug
I be the medical drug
The theoretical thug
Oh no not me rip`d off pissed off repeat
Tonite
Oh no not me whatz my excuse this time to suffer it

"Uncle" Ringtones to Cell

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
No teachers after school
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
You're so dead after school
Oh no no
Why don't you beg (fatso!)
run (fatso!)
beg (fatso!)
run (fatso!)
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
Come on say it
U-Uncle

Why don't you say it you baby
Run home to mother
Nobody likes you
I'll Get you Again tomorrow

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
No teachers after school
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
You're so dead after school
Oh no no
Why don't you beg (fatso!)
run (fatso!)
beg (fatso!)
run (fatso!)
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
s-s-s-say it
U-Uncle

Why don't you say it you baby
Run home to mother
Nobody likes you
I'll Get you Again tomorrow

Everybody's entitled to their own opinion
Everyone but me
oooh!
I'm meant to suffer baby
They have already decided how their going to torture me.
Make my life a hell.
I will never get over it baby

Why don't you beg (fatso!)
run (fatso!)
beg (fatso!)
run (fatso!)
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
Why don't you say it
U-Uncle
...U-Uncle
Why don't you say it you baby
Run home to mother
Nobody likes you
I'll Get you Again tomorrow
OOOOAAAAAAHHH...