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(from "The Crow: City of Angels")

First you smile at lord, I found you first
Liquified inside you, But that's if I even see you
Make you smile, I look over crying, A get back!!!!

But that's to bad you get stuck with whores!!!
Look at yourself you ain't no genius!!!
I want to find, you won't find me, I'm coming home, but I

First you raining for, It can't be saved
Liquified him more and more, Fuck you bitch!!!
(gibberish) to go and I go and I go and I don't know
Cause I'm sick and this ain't fun anymore!!!

But that's too bad you get stuck with whores
Look at yourself you ain't no genius
you want to find, you won't find me
I'm coming home I
But that's too bad you get stuck with whores
Look at yourself you ain't no genius
you want to find you won't find me
I'm coming home, hurt

(3x)
You got this close to bashing (fashion?) the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't know

Your this close to bashing the cash flow
How the fuck you gonna tell me something

(3x)
Your this close to bashing in the cash
How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't know

Your this close to bashing
How the fuck you gonna tell me something
Tell me something (a couple of times)

Say your prayers

(2x)
But that's too bad you get stuck with whores
Look at yourself you ain't no genius
you want to find, you won't find me
I'm coming home I

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Can't Even Breathe

(from "Escape From LA")

I can't breathe anymore with style
I'm still so cold feeding it pills
(Which,With) one is taking it high?

Pushing you back but still you ain't gone (3x)
It makes some sense ughh

I can't breathe and her eyes are dry
but still I will fuck her to keep alive
plus my arms are still broke(but watching you girl?)

Pushing you back but still you ain't gone(3x)
It makes some sense of

Gone! Shes's Gone! Gone! Gone!

Wait up. I'll wait right here. Right here. Wait for me right here. (2x)
????????
Just 1 minute to go, I was all that

Gone!(4x)

I can't breathe anymore with my style
So watch me, watch me. Fuck her just 1 more time
Waiting my arms kil and I'm

Pushing you back but still you ain't gone(3x)
That fuckin must hurt
Pushing you back but still you ain't gone(3x)
It makes no fuckin sense

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Wicked (featuring Korn)

(from Korn- Life is Peachy)

Y0 Chuck, we got runnin mixes in da headphones...

Wicked!!!!

Ha Ha 1..2..3 and I come with the wicked style
and you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a trunk full of 9's
Drop then I'll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the A-hole
Ready to Buck! Buck! Buck! but it's a must to Duck! Duck! Duck!
Before I bust ya!
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause I'm the one with the phat mad skills
And I won't choke like the Buffalo Bills, Sittin at the pad just chillen
Larry Parker just got 2 million, Oh what a fucking feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille
O'neal Wicked, Wreckin
Baby, I'll rock that test tube baby, take it...

'Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I'm in your face, so you'll keep on your fire

Don't say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break Tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then I bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause I'm down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it's awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a Body Count like Ice-T
From here to New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro'ed caucasion
Ah, who didn't know I was as funky as Wilson Picket
but ya talkin...

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People wanna know how come I get a gat
and I'm sitting at the window like Malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the Ghetto Boyz
December 29th was power to the people, y'all might just see a sequel
'Cause police got equal, hey, A horse is a pig that don't fly straight
I'm doin Daryl Gates but it's Willie Willams, I'm down with the pilgrims
I'm threw with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get out...

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