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Don't Stop the Music
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The Strike Boys
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[Intro:] Yeah, trying to figure out the difference But I think the lines are starting to get blurred [Verse 1:] I'm in a strange place I feel like Ma when he gave up the game for his faith I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints Grimming every stranger in the place while I gaze into space Cause I'm mentally rearranging his face I need a change of pace Cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to dump this anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em Cause that's where most of my anger is based Fuck your feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints I just want to hurt you, aim for the skanks Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's Wayne's and the Drake's, I'm frustrated cause ain't No more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack I'm goin' all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles; suck a duck, crawl out the back, it's a bar fight Prepare your arsenal and beware of bar stools Flying through the air and bottles breaking, mirrors also And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full You done called every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah, Marshall (Palin) Oh, my bad, slut And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit Judge be like "that's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you Smart-ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker You so fucking gravy, Marshall I should start calling you au jus Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo" Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you I believe people can change, but only for the worse I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse So Satanic, K-Mart chains panic, cause they can't even spin back The curse words, cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker [Shit, motherfucker] And these kids are like parrots, they run around the house just like terrorists Screamin', "fuck, shit, fuck" Adult with a childish-like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that" I'd rather be loud and I like swearing From the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my fuckin' mouth was nightmare-ish And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this And the opposition felt the opposite Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim Through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes Borderline genius who's bored of his lines And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now Feel like I might just strike first and ignore the replies [Hook:] There's darkness closing in, here it comes again It controls my pen, that ain't me, it's my evil twin (I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) He's just a friend who pops up now and again So don't blame me, blame him, my evil twin (I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin) [Interlude:] Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend You have slept for quite some time [Verse 2:] So who's left, Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker Than strep with the fever, get the cloriseptic, Excedrin, Aleve Or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's, feel like I'm burning to death But I'm freezing bed ridden and destined to never leave the Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heath-uh Ledger My suicide notes, barely legible read the, bottom, it's signed by the Joker. Lorena said I never can leave her She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her Fuck that shit bitch, give up my dick for pussy I'd be Jerry Mathers, I'd ever left it at beaver Get them titties cut off tryna mess with the cleaver Golly-Wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden, it was definitely My destiny when on the steps, I met DeShaun At Osborn, I'd never make it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes Trying to get props for 'em, cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em They was sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin' Made them break out the popcorn Now I've been hip-hop in it's tip-top form Since N.W.A was blaring through my car windows Leaning on the horn, screaming "fuck the police" like cop porn Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore, and I got an Evil Twin So who the fuck do you think that third and that fourth spot's for And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants a plain Eminem But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin Evil Twin, please come in, what was your name again Hi, faggot; look who's back with a crab up his ass Like a lobster crawled up there, two rabbits, a koala bear And a ball of hair, and you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there Peace to Whitney, geez just hit me That I should call the looney police to come get me Cause I'm so sick of bein' the truth, I wish someone finally admit me Into a mental hospital with Britney Oh LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho Hey ho, I sound like I'm trying to sing The fucking chorus to Hip Hop Hooray No I'm hollering you got bottom-end like an 808 And a bass whether we're fucking off that instead of your face, so Let your low end raise, yo Tango, what you think, ho Slow dancing or bowling You trying to hold hands with your homie What, you think I'm looking for romance cause I'm lonely Change that tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a bo-ner Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work But all bullshit aside I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize Cause we are the same, bitch
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