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Little Pussy Idiot
04:37
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Smack, bitch, ass, lips,
dumb, score, shit, whore,
slap, ice, pump, lick,
dance, fuck, what? Go!
I feel like I have to go out with my
sis, it's saturday night and I'm so turned
on, I can't wait till we all get ready
to get down the street like gender rockets...
We're running like crazy tonight...
We waste our poise like it's so right...
And in the meantime your boyfriend,
who doesn't know that you pretend
that between you there is such love,
is waiting on your spot...
And I could call you
Little Pussy Idiot, don't ever turn your back on him,
unless you'd like to feel the chill that starts from here down to within...
Little Pussy Idiot, the love you got is mutual,
but don't let anybody do what everybody wants from you,
like...
Do you really want to feel it?
Raise your legs up to the ceiling...
Let me only introduce it,
I think you'd be understanding...
I am flying all over the ceiling...
She is grinding with the utmost feeling...
Every dude is smelling moon dust to see
skies and heights that can be only dreamed of...
We're towing like crazy tonight...
We drink our dignity like wine...
And in the meantime the whole club
is getting laid in dressing rooms,
and you're the only one around
waiting to get in tune...
And I could call you
Little Pussy Idiot, don't ever turn your back to them,
unless you'd like to feel the pain that starts from there up to your brain...
Little Pussy Idiot, maybe you expect for something more,
but everything I'm giving you is something that you never knew,
like...
Do you really want to feel it?
I think you'd be understanding
when I'm turning up the volume
and the whole club bends to 90,
like they're Little Pussy Idiots
all over you, just like you too...
Like they're Little Pussy Idiots
all over you, just like you too...
Just like you too...
Just like you too...
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Le$ Bitch
03:03
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It is deep night dancing, it is half past 1,
and I am in real mood to lit the room,
I take one strong shot of good B-52,
and I jump off the bar right through the crowd...
There's many people here stamping each other's toes,
and many people there taking it overtoll,
while I'm into the mess I see you through the hall
walking around the stage, and I think to myself:
Why don't you come around, come more nearer,
get to dance, get yourself some fun to make,
fun to get you fine again, get to play or get to me,
like a vulture to a prey, till you get in mine...
But never waste time...
Le$ Bitch!
Ma' Bitch!
Yo Belle!
Jeez L!
During all night dancing, this hard music pumping,
everybody getting tirelessly crazy,
you with your hand wrapping, me with my lip biting,
us at our own gaming, distance-far seducing...
And now catch me up, keep me still,
I hold you up, under the lights, let's start to kiss,
make a spectacle of us, letting everybody see
how better than them we're at it, do it on replay...
And let 'em all say...
Le$ Bitch!
Ma' Bitch!
Yo Belle!
Jeez L!
Le$ Bitch! (For your sinful actions...)
Dis Bitch! (For your wrong attractions...)
Dip Gloss! (For the ligit fun of)
Mouth Fuzz! (a night without wear on...)
And get to the lounge, and drink like a sponge...
Yeah, get to the lounge, and see if we can plunge...
Let's get into the lounge, let's drink like a sponge...
Let's get into the lounge, and see if we can plunge...
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Have It Hard
03:29
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Bitch... Bitch... Bitch... Bitch...
Bitch... Bitch... Bitch... -
Well, I have never been so intricated and so grand in this caravan,
in which I completely and ambiguously have you on hold, have you for my own,
though I'd mind to steal from you all of your pretty liberty, could it ever be
I would endlessly just chill and be glad of your misery, immitigably?
Why don't you
get your mind on your very own behalf,
to your best behavior, on your best occasion,
to let your sight open, let your mind open,
let your soul open, and never close them again?
Have it hard, have it down deep,
have it in, into your sleeve...
Get it hard, get it down deep,
get it out, outta your sleeve...
But as I am spending all my hours, just like your money, to your gravity,
falling in the virtues of your hypersensibility, coming to my knees,
and pray for all souls to keep, while drawning into your design, 'til you get resigned
by the infamous, imperious striding of an only spell meant to be compelled...
Why don't you
have your world at your filthy hands, so that
we can all obey to your commandments?
But if isn't odd, get the drill, and then
split your legs open, split your brain open,
split your thing open... Did you get all it?
And if it's not obvious, get a grip, to then
rip your heart open, rip your lungs open,
rip your eyes open, rip your ass open...
And get me hard, bitch...
Get me hard, now, bitch...
Keep me hard, bitch...
Keep me hard, now, bitch...
Have it hard, bitch...
Have it hard, now, bitch...
Feel it hard, bitch...
Feel it hard, now, bitch...
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4. |
Whiplash
02:15
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There's so much things in life that is
pitiable to even dare not to try,
things that happen only just once,
fairly to get to be gotten on time,
while the shadow of resentment
slowly but impetuously takes its toll
and the ticking of the clock keeps
spinning at the point to make your heart race...
What you see is kinda what you
get but secretly not as you expect,
not to be mistaken for an
alarm to keep your handbrake on regret...
Tempting makes your curiosity
shifting from a body to another,
keeping it far more evergreen,
youngen-like to never get out of style...
And how long will it take
to be turning perfect to the eyes you crave?
Being a moth to the greatest flame,
dream among the most forbidden of all,
prisoner to your biggest sin,
pledge among the richest you got to pay,
serve yourself a single time stand,
appreciate the power of the big taste,
touch the key to play the music,
try everything you feel while it's lasting...
Losing yourself to the rhythm
of this magnanimous noise in your head,
down at your feet up to your hair,
surrounded in chills of high voltages,
in a minute all of it's gone,
leaving behind a desire below,
desperately craving for
another replay to revive this again...
And how much will it cost
to have in return all that seems to be lost?
Swing to the right, swing to the left,
get up and get down, non-stop 'til the death,
as the whiplash in my right hand
directs the instruments of your decay...
Fall down to me, stand up on me,
steadily move towards my commandments,
as the whiplash that I'm holding's
conducting to the point of no return...
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