| Veruca Salt – Wolf Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| I must say this does fit the lyrics as well or better than anything I've been able to come up with. But how could you possibly know this? | |
| Sleeper Agent – That's My Baby Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Is it: Don't, wait; (I don't care enough to try and stop you from leaving) or: Don't! Wait! (I won't chase you but I want you to stay) ? |
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| Phish – Llama Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| It seems that the rebel soldier may have seen no way out and decided, valiantly, to take his enemies down with him. | |
| Phish – Llama Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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"Leaving our best of friends depressed"?? I can't say for sure |
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| Limp Bizkit – Jump Around (House Of Pain cover) Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| This is House of Pain's song. | |
| Limp Bizkit – Jump Around (House Of Pain cover) Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| This is House of pain's song | |
| Limp Bizkit – Jump Around (House Of Pain cover) Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Thanks for the accurate lyrics. Here is how In hear it: Jump Around House of Pain Pack it up, pack it in. Let me begin. I came to win. Battle me; that's a sin. I won't tear the sack up. Punk, you'd better back up; Try and play the role and, yo, the whole crew will act up. Get up; stand up; [“come on!”] Come on, throw your hands up. If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling. Muggs is a funk fest, Someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust ’em in the eye and then I'll take the punks home. Feel it; funk it; Amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a “Dunkin- Donuts” shop. Sure enough, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops. [Chorus] I came to get down; I came to get down; So, get out’ your seat and jump around! Jump around, [Jump around] Jump around, [Jump around] Jump around, [Jump around] Jump up, Jump up, and get down. Jump, Jump, jump, jump, [“Everybody”] jump, Jump, jump, jump, jump, Jump, jump, jump, [“Everybody”] jump, Jump, jump, jump, jump I'll serve you’re a$$ like John McEnroe. If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho. Word to your moms: I came to drop bombs. I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms. And just like the Prodigal Son, I've returned. Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned, ’Cause I got lyrics, But, you ain't got none. If you come to battle bring a shotgun. But if you do, you're a fool, ’Cause I duel to the death Try’n to step to me, you'll take your last breath. I got the skill; Come get your fill, ’Cause when I shoot to give, I shoot to kill [Chorus] I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top. I never eat the pig ’cause a pig is a cop, Or, better yet, a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like, as if, my name was Sega. But I ain't going out Like no punk, b!+c#. Get used to one style and, you know, I might switch It up-up and around, Then buck-buck you down; Put out your head, ’n’ then you wake up in ‘The Dawn of the Dead’. I'm coming to get ya, I’m coming to get ya. Spitting out lyrics; Homie I'll wet ya. [Chorus] Jump [+16X (33X)] |
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