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

"Bring The Pain (Nasty As Hell Version)" 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 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

"Bring The Pain (Nicey-Nice For Radio)" 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 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

"Bring The Pineapple(remix of 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 color, clothes are crossed over,
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 ruckus? So bust it at me, son. Now bust it.
Styles, I get buckwild. Method man on some shit.
Fuckin' niggaz, foul, son, I'm sick.

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. ( Ooo hoo hoo )
I always wonder when I will 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,
'Cos the only way you hang is by the neck,
Nigga, bump 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.

Movin' to your left,
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest.
You can come test, realise 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, 'cos I think not when it's hip hop like proper
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.
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.
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four,
Kill one, fuck it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and kill one.
Lemme know it's real.

"Brooklyn Hype (Part One)" Ringtones to Cell

If my bitches wanna rock this shit
They know the time is NOW RIGHT NOW!
No doubt that they got tha weak shit
Publicized magnified like a A MILLION TIMES!

The reality perceived its twisted in your mind YOU KNOW IT! YOU LOVE IT! YOU BOUGHT IT RIGHT NOW!

No way in hell I can compete with this
I know I hit the bottom because all my friends are in it

Yo does it make you nervous?
Oh it makes me nervous
Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it make you nervous?
Yo it makes me nervous
Yes it makes me nervous
Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it?

BROOKLYN!! YOU AINT NOTHIN!!

BROOKLYN!! YOU AINT NOTHIN!!

Yall be be hookin with tha truth and the fact
No beat yo pushin can elevate the wack
Suspection of the disbelief no longer in tact
I know what I hate and I hate where it's at

My bitches wanna rock this shit
They know the time is NOW RIGHT NOW!
No doubt that they got tha weak shit
Pull up a side, magnafied by
I'M OUT OF TIME!
Now do you see, twisted in your mind
YOU LOVE IT! YOU LOVE IT! YOU LOVE IT! RIGHT NOW!
No way in hell I can compete with this
I know I hit the bottom because all my friends are in it

Yo does it make you nervous?
Oh it makes me nervous
Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it make you nervous?
Yo it makes me nervous
Yes it makes me nervous
Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it?

BROOKLYN!! YOU AINT NOTHIN!!

BROOKLYN!! YOU AINT NOTHIN!!

Yall be be hookin with tha truth and the fact
No beat yo pushin can elevate the wack
Suspection of the disbelief no longer in tact
I know what I hate and I hate where it's at

Brooklyn you got nothin cookin
When Im really bustin
Everbody's hooked
WOW!!!!!!!

BROOKLYN!! YOU AINT NOTHIN!!

"Brooklyn Hype(Part One)" Ringtones to Cell

If my bitches wanna rock this shit
They know the time is NOW RIGHT NOW!
No doubt that they got tha weak shit
Publicized magnified by a A MILLION TIMES!

the reality twisted in your mind YOU KNOW IT! YOU LOVE IT! YOU BOUGHT IT RIGHT NOW!

No way in hell I can compete with this
I know I hit the bottom because all my friends are in it

Yo does it make you nervous?
Oh it makes me nervous
Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it make you nervous?
Yo it makes me nervous
Yes it makes me nervous
Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it?

BROOKLYN!! YOU AIN'T NOTHIN!!

BROOKLYN!! YOU AIN'T NOTHIN!!

Y'all be be hookin with tha truth and the fact
New beat yo pushin gon' elevate the wack
Suspension of the disbelief no longer intact
I know what I hate and I hate where it's at

My bitches wanna rock this shit
They know the time is NOW RIGHT NOW!
No doubt that they got tha weak shit
Publicized, magnified by A MILLION TIMES!
Now do you see, twisted in your mind
YOU LOVE IT! YOU LOVE IT! YOU LOVE IT! RIGHT NOW!
No way in hell I can compete with this
I know I hit the bottom because all my friends are in it

Yo does it make you nervous?
Oh it makes me nervous
Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it make you nervous?
Yo it makes me nervous
Yes it makes me nervous
Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it? Does it?

BROOKLYN!! YOU AIN'T NOTHIN!!

BROOKLYN!! YOU AIN'T NOTHIN!!

Yall be be hookin with tha truth and the fact
No beat yo pushin can elevate the wack
Suspection of the disbelief no longer in tact
I know what I hate and I hate where it's at

Brooklyn you got nothin cookin
When Im really bustin
Everbody's hooked
WOW!!!!!!!

BROOKLYN!! YOU AIN'T NOTHIN!!

"Bullshit" Ringtones to Cell

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

I'm so down underground
I'll be scalping all my tickets
Floating up like scouts can
Like ya'll can tell the difference

The mission fishin' for th
Missin' prissy little kids
We shoot 'em in a barrel
It's so easy when they're pissed

Under educated
Extra caffeinated
I just masturbated
Now I'm motivated

Can't live with us
You can't live without us
I take it then I break it
Then you write my paycheck

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
And after all this the rest is all bullshit
And you love it, you love it
You love it, you love it

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

I'm bumping like a pimp on the stage to save face
I overcompensate with very bad taste
No offense, no romance, sick of your parents

I'm about to take a stance
And drop off my underpants
It's no accident
You will pay my rent

And I am free to download all the porno on the internet

Carried on a stick, stick
Not too fucking quick, quick
Now that I'm a prick, prick
Ya'll can jack my dick, dick

Say no to brains
It's a no-brainer
Lowest common
Denominator

It pays the bills
To be this sterile
Fuck me now
Rip me off later

And you love it
You love it
You love it
You love it

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can't live with us, you can't live without us

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can't live with us, you can't live without us

"Bull****" Ringtones to Cell

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

I'm so down underground
I'll be scalping all my tickets
Floating up like scouts can
Like ya'll can tell the difference

The mission fishin' for th
Missin' prissy little kids
We shoot 'em in a barrel
It's so easy when they're pissed

Under educated
Extra caffeinated
I just masturbated
Now I'm gonna bait it

Can't live with us
You can't live without us
I take it then I break it
Then you write my paycheck

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
And after all this the rest is all bullshit
And you love it, you love it
You love it, you love it

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

I'm bumping like a pimp on the stage to save face
I overcompensate with very bad taste
No offense, no romance, sick of your parents

I'm about to take a stance
And drop off my underpants
It's no accident
You will pay my rent

And I am free to download all the porno on the internet

Carried on a stick, stick
Not too fucking quick, quick
Now that I'm a prick, prick
Ya'll can jack my dick, dick

Say no to brains
It's a no-brainer
Lowest common
Denominator

It pays the bills
To be this sterile
Fuck me now
Rip me off later

And you love it
You love it
You love it
You love it

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can't live with us, you can't live without us

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can't live with us, you can't live without us

"Capitol P" Ringtones to Cell

I don't want to be the one
Who's stuck with me when I whip my meat out
Trapped in the room when I start to beat it
I don't want to be the one
Who's touching me when I whip my meat out
Juggling my balls and I start to get a beat down

Preverted
With a Capitol P
Converted
Into what you see
Inserted
Deep inside of me
Deserted
It won't happen to me, happen to me
No it will not Happen to me

You Know I'm really horny really horny wont stop
You know I'm really horny yo I'm really horny, yo I'm really horny, yo i'm really Horny
You Know I'm really horny really horny wont stop
You know I'm really horny yo I'm really horny, yo I'm really horny, yo i'm really Horny

Excuse me
I don't want to be the one
Who's stuck with me when I whip my meat out
Trapped in the room when I start to beat it
I don't want to be the one
Who's touching me when I whip my meat out
Juggling my balls and I start to get a beat down

Pre-pre-pre-pre-preverted
So so so so so with it

Pre-pre-pre-pre-preverted
So so so so so with it

Preverted
With a Capitol P
Converted
Into what you see
Inserted
Deep inside of me
Deserted
It won't happen to me, happen to me
No it will not Happen to me

You Know I'm really horny really horny wont stop
You know I'm really horny yo I'm really horny, yo I'm really horny, yo i'm really Horny
You Know I'm really horny really horny wont stop
You know I'm really horny yo I'm really horny, yo I'm really horny, yo i'm really Horny

You know i'm really horny, really horny won't STOP!

I don't want to be the one
Who's stuck with me when I whip my meat out
Trapped in the room when I start to beat it
I don't want to be the one
Who's touching me when I whip my meat out
Juggling my balls and I start to get a beat down

I don't want to be the one
Who's stuck with me when I whip my meat out
Trapped in the room when I start to beat it

"Clarissa" Ringtones to Cell

Every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gonna know love
I'm telling you every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gonna know love
Every little thing you do - rock mine
Every little thing you do - fucking ho
Little teenage bitch
Little teenage bitch
Little teenage bitch
Little teenage bitch

If you're so smart, explain this Clarissa - Pow!
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Die die die
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa

Every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gonna know love
I'm telling you every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gonna know love
Every little thing you do - rock mine
Every little thing you do - fucking ho
Little teenage bitch
Little teenage bitch
Little teenage bitch
Little teenage bitch

You're so smart
You're so smart
You're so smart

Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Die die die

Come hold me Ferguson - come on and ride me now
Come hold me Ferguson - Well I said I got nothing
Come hold me Ferguson
Come hold me Ferguson
Come hold me Ferguson
Come on come on come on ride it ride it pow

Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Die die die
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Die die die
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Die die die
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa
Ooooooooooooo

"Cocaine And Toupees" Ringtones to Cell

you know it - you know that
i got the balls in the sack and the crackers in my crack - yo yo yo
you know it - you know that
because it's on - yo it's on motherfucker
oh it's on - yo it's on motherfucker
oh it's on - yo it's on motherfucker
with that cocaine
balls and the fresh and the babies in my crack - yo yo yo
i've been frank enough and in the way i have returned it to you
my got me right where i want
my got me very very hot because it's
on - oh it's on motherfucker
yo it's on - oh it's on motherfucker
yes it's on - oh it's on motherfucker
with that cocaine
balls and the fresh and the babies in my crack - yo yo yo
i've been frank enough and in the way i have returned it to you
cocaine - and you got it - and you got it - toupee - toupee

"Daddy" Ringtones to Cell

it was you with another contact my daddy
with the motherfuck you
daddy daddy
lemme give you the reason to fuck me up nigga - ooh
and then the - and with the - ooh
check it out

"Diabolical" Ringtones to Cell

ooh - ooh - baby
cause i got the diabolical sound coming through your speaker
ooh - ooh - baby
you're just like all of the rest... you're just like all of the
ooh - ooh - baby
you're just like all of the rest... you're just like all of the...
ooh - ooh... ooh - ooh...
ooh - ooh - baby
it's to the best of my knowledge I guess that I'm fresh - so
ooh - ooh - baby
cause i got the diabolical sound coming through your speaker
ooh - ooh - baby
you're just like all of the rest... you're just like all of the
ooh - ooh - baby
you're just like all of the rest... you're just like all of the... rest of them...
ooh - ooh - baby
you're just like all of the rest... you're just like all of the
ooh - ooh - baby
cause i got the diabolical sound coming through your speaker - wow
I lost my pick in the last part
That was, that was, the best we're gonna do

"Dickface" Ringtones to Cell

Hey - dickface - hey
This goes out to all my whores
This one goes out to my whores
Niggers and negros
Fucking with my style... fucking with my flow
Hey - dickface - hey - ooh
Hey - dickface - hey - ooh
Pull up the backseat here
Gettin' down tonight
This one goes out to my whores
Niggers and negros
Fucking with my style... fucking with my flow
This goes out to all my whores
This one goes out to my whores
Niggers and negros
Fucking with my style... fucking with my flow
Niggers and negros
Fucking with my style... fucking with my... flow
Fucking with my flow...

"Dicks Are For My Friends" Ringtones to Cell

dicks are for my friends - they're for my friends
dicks - friends - my house

"Do Unto Others" Ringtones to Cell

Every day I ask why
You were picked to be Jesus Christ
It could have been me
It should have been me
Up on the cross telling you all

Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
You did it unto me
And now I'm doin' it unto you
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
You did it unto me
And now I'm doin' it unto you

There must have been some mistake
I'm not the one who should be saved
My devility has been denied
Mary and me were both fucked by God

Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
You did it unto me
And now I'm doin' it unto you
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
You did it unto me
And now I'm doin' it unto you

You did it unto me
Now I'm doin' it unto you (x4)

Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Now I'm doin' it unto you
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Now I'm doin' it unto you

You did it unto me
And now I'm doin' it unto you

You did this unto me
And now I'm doin' it unto you (x6)

You did this unto me (x6)

Do Unto Others Part 2" Ringtones to Cell

You did this to me
You did this to me
You did this to me
You did this to me, and now I'm doing this unto you

I'm doing this unto you
I'm doing this unto you
I'm doing this unto you
I'm doing this unto you

Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself

Unto yourself . . .
Unto yourself . . .
Unto yourself . . .

Every day (I ask why)
You were picked to be
It could have been me (it should have been me)
Up on the cross doing it unto you!

I'm doing this unto you!
I'm doing this unto you!
I'm doing this unto you!
I'm doing this unto you!

Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself

Unto yourself . . .
Unto yourself . . .
Unto yourself . . .
Unto yourself . . .

Mary and me were both fucked by God
Mary and me were both fucked by God
Mary and me were both fucked by God
Mary and me were both fucked by God

Fucked by God!
Fucked by God!
Fucked by God!
Fucked by God!

Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself

You did this unto me, and now I'm doing this unto you
You did this unto me, and now I'm doing this unto you
You did this unto me, and now I'm doing this unto you
You did this unto me, and now I'm doing this unto you

"Do Unto Others (Clean Version)" Ringtones to Cell

every day
I ask why
you were picked to be Jesus Christ
it could have been me
it should have been me
up on the cross telling you all
do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
you did it unto me and now I'm doing it unto you
there must have been
some mistake
I'm not the one
who should be saved
my divinity has been denied
Mary and me were both fucked by God
do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
you did it unto me and now I'm doing it unto you
you did it unto me and now I'm doing it unto you
do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself
now I'm doing it unto you
you did it unto me and now I'm doin it unto you
you did this unto me and now I'm do this unto you
and you did this unto me

"Due" Ringtones to Cell

Da,da,da,da,da,da,
da,da,da,da,da,da,
da,da,da,da,da,da,da (x2)

Everyone knows (woo)
What you know
All except me
And That ain't right
Let me know(woo)
When I get
The respect that I'm due if only for tonight
Watch me fix it
In my basement
With no makeup
I feel naked now
Ha Ha Ha
I never really lost the fight (woo)
but I never really won it
Ha Ha Ha
And am I my darling
P.S. welcome to my life

Da,da,da,da,da,da,
da,da,da,da,da,da,
da,da,da,da,da,da,da (x2)

Everyone knows (woo)
What you know
All except me
And That ain't right
Let me know(woo)
When I get
The respect that I'm due if only for tonight
Watch me fix it
In my basement
With no makeup
I feel naked now
Ha Ha Ha
I never really lost the fight (woo)
but I never really won it
Ha Ha Ha
And am I my darling
Ha Ha Ha
P.S. Welcome to my life

Da,da,da,da,da,da,
da,da,da,da,da,da,
da,da,da,da,da,da,da (x2)

"Ecnegludni Fles Sseldnim" Ringtones to Cell

senseless... mindless...
- uh whatever, you know what i'm talking about

me like to go down to the church and drink some holy water
but i don't like it... the priest don't like it
but me can't seem to help it
sail away - oh - away - oh
you live me life free like a birdie
cause me like to sing
me likes what me do
and me can't seem to help it
i went to the zoo and saw some monkeys
i went to the zoo and saw some monkeys today
i saw the giraffe but he didn't make any sound
sometimes me bad... oh, i forgot the words... um...
oh - we all going on a field trip - a field trip -
a field trip - a field trip - a field trip - a field t-trip -
a field trip - a field trip - a field trip
Mr. Lonie is gonna be the true
Mr. Harry, he drives the van
sometimes me bad... eat me dental floss
pull him... pulling Jesus from the cross - touch me thing
sing somebody stole my Amy Grant records today
me think me turn 22 today
will somebody get me a present cause I turn 22 today
but they're not as pretty as Barbara Mandrel
then the milkman came - the milkman came and he took them fish
he took them fish now me crying - me crying
the milkman make me cry... then the mailman came
drag me pee-pee on the floor
hide me sandwich in me drawer
the... hit my head against the door
this is some kind of dream
me likes to go down to the park
and take them nuts from them squirrels
and... you know what?
time is... it's the closet for me - the closet for me
it's so dark me cannot see
it's the closet for me - the closet for me
Mr. Harry said that will teach me
No, I don't want to do the special olympics one
my friend's the seat on my toilet
and he always seem to shout at me
oh, mister, don't you pee on me
when I'm sitting it's a totally different story
then he doesn't seem to play me mind
he's not afraid of my fat behind
and on the unfortunate occasion
when I miss the bowl and pee on him
lets me off with a smile and a warning
don't do it again...

"Electro Hurtz (Mix by Combichrist)" Ringtones to Cell

There's nothing you can d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
There's nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself

I never wanted to dance with nobody not you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody
But you wouldn't take no for an answer you fucking bitch

Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me be
Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me go
I am too cool for the second grade
I'm amazed
I'm afraid
I am too cool for the second grade
There ain't nothing
You can do
That I have not already done to myself

There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself
There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself
There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself
There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself

I never wanted to dance with nobody not you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody
But you wouldn't take no for an answer you fucking bitch

Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me be
Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me go
I am too cool for the second grade
I'm amazed
I'm afraid
I am too cool for the second grade
There ain't nothing
You can do
That I have not already done to myself

Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me be
Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me go

Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me be
Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me go

Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me be
Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me go

Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me be
Be nice!
Be nice to me
Don't let me go

I never wanted to dance with nobody not you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody but you
I never wanted to dance with nobody
But you wouldn't take no for an answer you fucking bitch

"Evening Wear" Ringtones to Cell

This is my vindication
With a little decoration
No need to keep you waitin' (nahnahnahnah) (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)
Be intimidated
By what we have created
It's underneath the radar (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)

I got myself a fuckin' life
Dressed up in evening wear
I dress myself in fuckin' lies
I don't care
Makeup won't help me much too much
It's not fair
To be compared to you [x2]
To be compared to (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Hey-hey-hey ba-ba-bada-ba) (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Hey-hey-hey bap-ba-ba-ba-da-da-da)

Just call me "Mr. Modest"
I got it and I flaunt it
You can applaud if you wanna (nahnahnahnah) (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)
Cock-blockin' non-stoppin'
When this ass is a-rockin'
Do not come a-knockin' (nahnahnahnah) (Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)

I got myself a fuckin' life
Dressed up in evening wear
I dress myself in fuckin' lies
I don't care
Makeup won't help me much too much
It's not fair
To be compared to you [x2]
To be compared to (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Hey-hey-hey ba-ba-bada-ba) (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Hey-hey-hey bap-ba-ba-ba-da-da-da)

Everybody wants to join the club, once you join the club, the innocence is gone
Everybody wants to be the bomb, but once you are the bomb, the innocence is gone
Everybody wants a big ol' slice Of a big ol' pie, the innocence is gone Everybody wants in [x2]
Everybody wants

I got myself a fuckin' life
Dressed up in evening wear
I dress myself in fuckin' lies, guess what?
I don't care
Make-up won't help me much too much
It's not fair
Dressed down until I disappear
But I won't do it alone
No I won't do it alone
Oh I won't do it alone Bap-bap-bada-da-bap Hey-hey-hey ba-ba-bada-ba (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Hey-hey-hey ba-ba-bada-ba) (You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap) (Hey-hey-hey) (OOH)

"F" Ringtones to Cell

i'm gonna be at your house fucking your girlfriend
in the ass

"Faggot" Ringtones to Cell

I been denied all the best ultrasex
I been denied all the best ultrasex

I-I tried to consume just like a super faggot
I got some dude
How can y'all bring a muthafucka something so good he couldn't say no
You nailed me hard
I love 'em when they don't give a motherfucking shit
I could've been someone instead of falling flat upon my ass

Dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it to the tune of faggot, faggot, faggot
Ow-dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it with that...

I been denied all the best ultra sex
I been denied all the best ultra sex

I - I could've been a star
It freaks me out when I sound just like my mom
I could've rocked the spot
Instead of being just another faggot like I am
I played that shit straight
Blowin' suckas on the side hopin' I get laid
Now everybody knows
No way in hell I can ever live it down

Dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it to the tune of faggot, faggot, faggot
Ow-dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it with that...

I been denied all the best ultra sex
I been denied all the best ultra sex

I could've been someone instead of falling flat upon my ass

Dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it to the tune of faggot, faggot, faggot
Ow-dig me now and fuck me later
And sing it with that...

I been denied all the best ultra sex
I been denied all the best ultra sex
Molest

Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot
Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot
Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot
Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot

"Frying Pan" Ringtones to Cell

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk
I'll never really know
I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop
You'll never really know

Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes
This is the dope shit for me and my lady

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk
I'll never really know
I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop
You'll never really know

Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes
This is the dope shit for me and my lady

Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind
Out of sight, out of sight
Out of mind, out of mind

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk
I'll never really know
Bam-bam

Out of the frying pan and into the fire
Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother
Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes
This is the dope shit for me and my lady
Lady, lady, ladies, ladies
Lady, lady, ladies, ladies

"Futures" Ringtones to Cell

hundred beats per minute baby
don't mean shit to me - to me
this ain't no blast - this ain't no blast - this ain't no blast from the past
future - oh oh - this ain't no blast from the past
future - no future - your future
my dick's the bomb - baby
future - your future - your future
this ain't no minute for me