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First song on a valentines CD for my gf this year.

The original version, not any of the gash covers.

What the deal Nasa? Touching yourself
Uh, 1-2, what
Def Jukies, stabbing bitches in the nookie like, what

Don't make me bite ya face (come on)
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

Don't make me bite ya face (your face)
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

And I don't even pack no gat
I'd rather run up on you and your crew with a Great Adventure bat
(oh my God)
And when the deed's done it goes up the sleeve
And when the one time comes I'll be in the breeze
You may be different, but you a poetic front
The difference between us is that we say what we want (suckers)
Especially after we light the blunt
Some of us like to pull cards, I pull stunts
I broke up with my ex on some bachelor shit (why?)
Now I'm killin two birds with the same dick
And isn't it ironic? Don't ya think?
The same cat that left the mic smokin, left the man of steel's
back broken
Chillin with Lois Lane, and she's open
Cause I could suck a cookie out a pussy when it's soaking

[El-P]
Chick bit my head off, but the ass was magic
Should've seen the tattoo on her back of a praying mantis
Clutched my chest like Fred Sanford
And splashed her crack on some man shit
Now baby girl's amped, trying to walk on both hands backwards
Moaning fantastic damage with her grill sunk in the mattress
(that's my language)
Rode at insane angles, all tangled up and damaged
Star spangled mangler fuckbot add a money shot
Hit her in the shitter i'm in it with, K-Y liquid and
Double kitchen gloves, love's lovin it
Comfortable naked and takes it like a patriot
I'm wearin a dookie rope and some oven mitts!
Suck clits like Vast Aire Vs. mother reminder
And that's my b-boy alpha numeric vagina diner amalgam
Chick screamed so loud I could hear it on my last album!
(on info kill)
And smell her in the shower
While we fucked to Chill Rob G's version of 'I've got the Power'
It's getting kinda hectic
The house pets seem alert and confused,
And the neighbors leaving messages
Get on your stomach and I'll plug you in all your entrances
And one exit
Whispering quotes from The Tempest
Dr. Hell No, (oh yes I did)
With a surgical scrub on a baby arm inserted from fist to elbow
I drank her bath water in a shot glass
Then ran my tongue up the crack of her ass
Til our future children hatched
The mushrooms had me seeing some sort of deep organic math
On some primal altered state sex, I felt connected to the past
Collapse, nasty, wet, wept into her neck
Suckling on her swollen nipples
Then I drifted into R.E.M.
Where I dreamt of little bouncing cherubs
With clit rings and sexy woodnips
And crotchless liederhosen begging to get bent

[Vast Aire]
Don't make me bite ya face
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

Don't make me bite ya face (your face)
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change (suckerrrrrrs)
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

I usually, bust raps for fun
And if six was nine, I'd probably bust a machine gun (he's got a gun!)
Niggas hate me
Cause I scribbled the Cold Vein, ice grilled Medusa and I'm stone free
Well actually I was purple hazed, chew on the lasers
Froze in a Hendrix maze
Look at these sloppy cats
With they copied raps
Our shit is too hard to study
Ox is brilliant, our ying is colorful, but our yang is muddy
And if you ever thought you had one up on me, that had to be a projection
from R2D2
Cause I am not see through
I'm more like, you cross the line and I'll see you
In intensive...
You think I care if your titties are sensitive?
Niggas beware!

Don't make me bite ya face (face)
'Cuz it ain't like I like the taste (the taste)
It's more of a psychological thing
My heart pace'll never change
But your cabbage'll get rearranged

Rearranged, ranged, ranged ranged
Rearranged, ranged ranged ranged
Motherfuckers look strange
Yeah.. Cannibal O, will, handle you slow
What, Def Jux

[El-P]
Once again
File that in your "This must be underground!" Category
Hey, why don't you write a review, of my ass?

It is in fact "Broad Majestic Shannon" by The Pogues.
I'd shout that out while standing on Scott Walker's coffee table.

Yo its necro the sexorcist, the porn king, show me your breasteses, im the best there is the foul shit, bounce with me, degrading, depraving, debouchery, your naked on the couch with me. Bitch getting fucked in your ass thru your fishnets. cutting queefs, your bound to eat shit next. A tit fest, I’m fucking dumb blondes til my dick is numb hoe lick the scum sticking a gun in your cunt for fun. Fakin making believe Im raping you choking you makes you cum. Its edge play, be careful, fuck around and murder you by mistake and leave you dead in the bed slayed. Not my intentions. You’ll lick prick til your lips rip the hips split in your cryptic. Explicit, sadistic, innuendos sluts in the windows bimbos dipped in timbos. Short black leather skirts, stomach tattoo, glitter panties sexy belt had to have you. Ridiculous pussy lips I predicted you be addicted to my dick once you lick it. Bent you over backwards upside down reverse is more perverse fucked on the floor first. To a raw verse rippin your clothes off blow my nose off on your hair then I doze off.

(Chorus x2)
What's Your name (Whats Your Name)(The Sexorcist)
Who's Ya Daddy? (Who's Ya Daddy?)(Necro)
Be real, is He Rich Like me?
Has he Taken, Anytime (Anytime),To Show, To Show You what You Need

The raunchiest, flaunt your tits. Im the horniest fornicating, torturing clits a porn genius. With a long penis diggin' up your organs jiggin you, stabbing you, friggin you, Im to big for you. You got a tight sphincter, you need one in the pink and one in the stink, till liquid magentas Drippin’ outta your ass ill cum in your drink. piss in your face spit in your mouth fuck what you think. Shit on your blouse, then kick you outta my house naked and slut take it that’s what initiations about. An official occasion to go all out, fuck a bitch in the ass ‘til her colon falls out. Rubbin’ oil all over you fat round ass, smack it, abuse it, lick it,then pound it fast. Stick it continuously when I get in you I strenuously pin you to the floor and generously fuck your G spot rapidly, happily, dapily to the boombapity beat. the sexorcist, the next to blitz and blow up some bitch go get your hair fixed prepare your lips. for fellatio you spacey hoe, the ratio of your brain to if usable is way too low your made to blow you’re a delicious nutritious dish of fish an official bitch.
(Chorus)

There Is A Light... is the most beautiful, romantic song ever written.

with 'I wanna know what love is'

is one of my favourite songs ever, but i haven't heard it in years

van morrison = amazing

I'd say:

Morrissey - I'd Love To
The Decemberists - Red Right Ankle
Pulp - Something Changed
Bright Eyes - First Day Of My Life

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