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4 Chicken Wings and Rice

[Intro]
Word life, every day
Every single day
Same old thing, nah mean?
Just another struggle trying to put food in your stomach
Keep a roof over your head, that's what it's all about (word up)
 
[Verse 1]
Get up in the morning and I take a bath
Count my cash and, wash my ass and
Think about the days when I was broke, no joke
Lighting up cigarette butts just to get a toke
Starvin' Marvin I need a meal
Putting salt and pepper on a banana peel
I used to put the S on Skittles from 9 to 5
Do whatever I got to do to stay alive
30 cents away from a quarter
Going to the store for a forty of water
Hungrier than Jack, dreaming of a Big Mac
Two all-beef patties, special sauce and all that
But I can rap, I'ma get mines and blow up fat
But the landlord don't want to hear that
I'm Nine Double M, I'm gonna be a star
He said pay your rent I don't care who you are
Disgusted and busted, couldn't be trusted
Forget the hot-dog all I had was the mustard
So much pain, so many tears, so many years
My pockets had rabbit ears
But now I'm paid, I got money to burn
You had your turn, now it's my turn
To make mad ends, to spend with my friends
And to cruise in the Benz with the hens
Now I can eat lobster, three times a day
And not care about the price, but I remember
The four chicken wings and rice
 
[Chorus]
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
 
[Verse 2]
I want to stuff my pockets like a turkey
And hope that the record company don't jerk me
And work me like a prostitute, and keep my loot
Use and abuse me and make me want to shoot
I'm in it for the cash and the love not the fame
And I want proper representation of my name
Checks on time, royalties in affect
Don't bullshit me when it's time to collect
Life is a bitch and then you die
So I strive to stay alive and stay high
Sang a sad song, now I sing 'Redrum'
So let the whole world know, here I come
All work and no play makes jack rich
I figured it out with that what you want shit
My pockets got hit, no more four chicken wings
Strictly rings and things the pussy that brings
Kings on the thrones, blessing microphones
Living in the castle Dark Mask got my back so
I know everything going to be alright
No more four chicken wings and rice, a'ight?
 
[Chorus]
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
 

Enemmän sanat lyrics artistin: Nine


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Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
 
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks
 
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay.
 
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your Prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
 
It's a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks
 
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay.
 
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dip shits.
 
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cause
I sure could use a vacation from this
 
Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...
 
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
 
Learn to swim. [3x]
 
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.
 
Learn to swim.
 
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
 
Learn to swim.
 
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
 
Learn to swim.
 
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
 
Learn to swim.
 
Cause I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
 
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
 
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
 
I wanna see it all come down.
Bring it down
Suck it down.
Flush it down.
 

Mexico City Blues [113th Chorus]

Got up and dressed up
and went out & got laid
Then died and got buried
in a coffin in the grave,
Man—
Yet everything is perfect,
Because it is empty,
Because it is perfect
with emptiness,
Because it’s not even happening.
 
Everything
Is Ignorant of its own emptiness—
Anger
Doesn’t like to be reminded of fits—
 
You start with the Teaching
Inscrutable of the Diamond
And end with it, your goal
is your startingplace,
No race was run, no walk
of prophetic toenails
Across Arabies of hot
meaning—you just
numbly don’t get there
 

All You Gamblers

The guillotine
In the portrait of the queen
Faded to grey
That night she went away
Stripped down to the bone
She had to walk alone
No one cared
I tell you, no one cared
 
You smugglers and pirates must rise from your holes
Wipe the dust off your tranquillised souls
Kiss the tears on your lover's cheeks
Come on and roll the dice!
 
[Chorus:]
All you gamblers, come with me
This place is for winners, not for thee
All you gamblers, break your chains
This time we won't get fooled again
 
The poet's play
Saw it coming all the way
Curtain call
The winner took it all
And the singer's song
Seemed to get it wrong
Her race is run
Although she jumped the gun
 
You stick-in-the-muds must rise from the cold
Wipe the dust off your paralysed souls
Kiss the tears on your lover's cheeks
Come on and roll the dice!
 
[Chorus]
 
The materialist doctrine
That men are products of circumstances and upbringing
And that therefore changed men
Are products of other circumstances and changed upbringing
Forgets that circumstances are changed
Precisely by men
And that the educator must himself be educated1
Halleluja!
 
[Chorus]
 
  • 1. Qouted from Karl Marx's Theses on Feuerbach

Me and Bobby D (2013 Remaster)

Me and Bobby D don't get along that easily
You told the world, 'Be free, love life'
Tell me, is it true you beat your wife?
You see, me and Bobby D don't get along that easily
You told the world, 'Skip rules fave fun'
Knocked her from here to kingdom come?
How many girls have you had today?
And how many bottles have you downed today?
And while you're on the skids, who's minding the kids?
 
Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss
Don't worry your pretty head about this
 
Me and Saint Jack K never had too much to say
It's easy driving with your feet
With some good ol' girl in the passenger seat
Watching the road all day
'Oh honey, what funny things you do say.'
But while you're out of your head
Who's making the bed?
 
Go to sleep Bobby D, here's a kiss
Don't worry your pretty head about this
Go to sleep Saint Jack K
Don't worry your tiny head today
 
Me and old Bobby D don't get along that famously
A saviour and a seer? Maybe
But he never meant that much to me
Sure, I'd love a wild life
But every wild man needs a mother or wife
The seven seas you roam
And who's waiting at home?