Does anyone have the lyrics of "The Kill?"?
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I am anarchist\nAn antichrist\nAn asterisk\nI am atheist\nAn acolyte\nAn alcoholic\nI am eleven feet\nOkay, eight\nSix foot three\ni am an amazon\nan ampersand\nan accident\nI fought the British and I won\nI am a rocket ship\nA jet fighter\nA paper airplane \n\nSay what you will\nI am the kill\nThe only only one that makes you real\nthe only thing that makes you really truly safe from me\n\nPut Pat Sajak back in office\nPut Pat Sajak back in office\nPut Pat Sajak back in office\n\nI have a tendency\nTo exaggerate\nJust a little bit\nI am a plagiarist\nA terrorist\nAttention getter\nI am optimist\nA closeted\nMisogynist\nI fought the British and I won\n\nSay what you will\nI am the kill\nThe only thing that makes you real\nSay what you will\nI am the kill\nThe only thing that makes you real truly safe from me\n\nPut Pat Sajak back in office\nPut Pat Sajak back in office\nPut Pat Sajak back in office\n\nBut the sun still sets on you\nAnd your retarted party\nNobody came to ditch you and so you drink to \nall the emptiness until you wake up\nAnd there's hell to pay again\n\nBut the sun still sets on you\nAnd your retarted party\nNobody came to ditch you and so you drink to \nall the emptiness until you wake up\nAnd there's hell to pay again\n\nAnd the punchline poisioned you\nAnd all the comebacks in the world are in your head\nBut you can't say them until everybody leaves\nAnd it's just you and your imaginary friends...\nYour imaginary friends...\nYour imaginary friends...\nyour imaginary friends...\nyour imaginary friends...
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Try www.lyrics.com. There are a couple of other sites you can try, but I am unsure of their addresses at this time.
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if you know the chorus put some of it into google.  that's what i do and i always get the lyrics.\ngood luck
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Try lyrics.com, or Google for lyrics. Works for me.
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GO TO WWW.LYRICSNET.NET
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not sure... here is a site you can find lyrics... http://www.lyrics.com\n\nhard to tell... I guess u don't have more details about it...
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If you're looking for the lyrics, they're probably on one of these lyric sites:\n\nhttp://www.azlyrics.com\nhttp://www.lyricsondemand.com\nhttp://www.lyricsfreak.com\nhttp://www.lyrics.com\nhttp://www.lyricsmania.com\nhttp://www.lyrics007.com\nhttp://www.sing365.com
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www.letssingit.com has a lyrics finder
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hppt://www.lyrics.com
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Trent Willmon\nOn Again Tonight \n\nyou can get the lyrics at http://songlyrics101.com/print-lyrics/T/Trent%20Willmon%20Lyrics/On%20Again%20Tonight%20Lyrics/
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Lyrics of which song"
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If you have the lyrics, please post it. I'd love to help cause I'm a huge fan. I have lots of their stuff...over 60 cd's bootlegged and all. Waiting on you.
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" I aint no killa but dont push me, Revenge is the sweetist joy next to getting Pu$$y!" -TUPAC\n\n\nIntro: Makaveli\n\nMakaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body\nThe blow's like a twelve gauge shotty\nUhh, feel me!\nAnd God said he should send his one begotten son\nto lead the wild into the ways of the man\nFollow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh\n\nChorus: Makaveli\n\nCome with me, Hail Mary\nRun quick see, what do we have here\nNow, do you wanna ride or die\nLa dadada, la la la la\n\nVerse One: Makaveli\n\nI ain't a killer but don't push me\nRevenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy\nPicture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted\nPeeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it\nBow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin\nSeein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin\nNow pay attention, rest in peace father\nI'm a ghost in these killin fields\nHail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside\nthe solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark\nEvil lurks, enemies, see me flee\nActivate my hate, let it break, to the flame\nSet trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim\nSome say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit\nStuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus\nmama told me never stop until I bust a nut\nFuck the world if they can't adjust\nIt's just as well, Hail Mary\n\nChorus 2X\n\nVerse Two: Makaveli\n\nPenetentiaries is packed with promise makes\nNever realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin\nInstutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble\nBut too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin\nCatch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store\nThat's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?\nHail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared\nMama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there\nI got a head with no screws in it, what can I do\nOne life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you\non a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs\nWe all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs\nTo my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid\nRaise hell to this real shit, and feel this\nWhen they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark\nThuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga\n\nChorus 2X\n\nVerse Three: Kastro, Young Noble\n\nThey got a APB, out on my Thug family\nSince the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks\nOur enemies die now, walk around half dead\nHead down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai\nTryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high\nVisions of me, Thug livin gettin me by\nForever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs\nWhen I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs\n\nPeep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me\nBrain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy\nReady to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker\nNasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers\non the regular mashin in a black Ac Integ-ra\nCock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya\nFeet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse\nFrom a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt\nNeedin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on\nCause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn\nThat's when sun came up, there's only one way up\nhold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up\n\nIf it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks \nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nto this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take\nDealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate\nIf it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks\nOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relate\nto this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take\nDealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate \n\nChorus (repeats in background)\n\nOutro: Prince Ital\n\nWe've been traveling on this wavy road\nLong
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Try this link:  http://www.musicrefuge.com/index.php?go=resources&type=lyrics&resource_id=3870
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..and you can find the lyrics here:\n\nhttp://printlyrics.com/print.php?id=1184536
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All In The Family Lyrics by Korn\n\n[Fred:] What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? (on original lyric's sheet)\n[Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on orignal lyric's sheet)\n[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignal lyric's sheet)\n[Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal lyric's sheet)\n[Fred:] Say what, say what?\n[Jon:] My dick is bigger than yours...\n[Fred:] Say what, say what?\n[Jon:] My band is bigger than yours...\n[Fred:] Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka',\nKorny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp,\nneed a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis.\nI'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill.\nSo watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?\nDoin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.\n[Jon:] I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it.\nYou look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video,\nyou little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with,\n'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.\n[Fred:] Who the fuck you think you're talking to??\n[Jon:] Me.\n[Fred:] I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.\n[Jon:] Whatever.\n[Fred:] All up in my face with that...\n[Jon:] Are you ready?!?\n[Fred:] But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!\n[Jon:] Yeah, baby!\n[Fred:] I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.\n[Jon:] What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.\n[Fred:] Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.\n\n[Chorus:]\n[Jon:] So you hate me?\n[Fred:] and I hate you!\n[Jon:] You know what, you know what?\n[Both:] It's all in the family.\n\n[Jon:] I hate you!\n[Fred:] and you hate me!\n[Jon:] You know what, you know what?\n[Both:] It's all in the family.\n\n[Jon:] Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice,\nthrowin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice.\nYa better run, run while ya can, you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit.\nAt least I got a phat, original band.\n[Fred:] Who's hot, who's not?\n[Jon:] You.\n[Fred:] You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job.\nTime to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.\n[Jon:] Fuck you.\n[Fred:] You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye.\nClimbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.\nBut you just can't get away.\n[Jon:] Get a gay?\n[Fred:] 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Fred:] You call yourself a singer?\n[Jon:] Yep.\n[Fred:] You're more like Jerry Springer.\n[Jon:] Oh cool!\n[Fred:] Your favorite band is winger,\n[Jon:] Winger?\n[Fred:] and all you eat is Zingers.\nYou're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.\n[Jon:] Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!\n[Fred:] It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.\n[Jon:] So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill.\nGettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck,\nwhile your sister's on her knees waitin' for your little peanut.\n[Fred:] Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?\n[Jon:] Over here.\n[Fred:] Like them idiots in Waco,\nyou're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother,\nyour mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad,\nyour mother's now your lover.\n[Jon:] Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie?\nYou love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Jon:[ and I love
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