I am what I am in the back of beyond A man with a fork in a world of soup Baby all this time I begged for a spoon But now I know what I have to do I'm gonna kick you out let the sunshine in Kick you out, let the sunshine in I'm gonna kick you out let the sunshine in Kick you out, let the sunshine in Not long ago, I was a blue eyed fool Not long ago, I was in love with you But you've been fucking around to the danger point And now I know what I'm gonna have to do I'm gonna kick you out let the sunshine in Kick you out, let the sunshine in I'm gonna kick you out let the sunshine in Kick you out, let the sunshine in I am what I am in the back of beyond A man with a fork in a world of soup All this time you played me for a fool And now I know what I have to do I'm gonna kick you out let the sunshine in Kick you out, let the sunshine in I'm gonna kick you out let the sunshine in Kick you out, let the sunshine in I'm gonna kick you out let the sunshine in Kick you out, let the sunshine in I'm gonna kick you out let the sunshine in Kick you out, let the sunshine in

Well I walked up to the bar I laid down my platinum card Then I ordered fifty longnecks For my new friends (Thanks Kenny) Well the barmaid passed them out And before we chugged them down I held mine up, said, "Here's to us" and then This blonde slid up to me She said, that was awful sweet And then I saw her boyfriend As wide as he was tall Well he broke up our hug With a six-foot-five inch shove And I found myself Slammed up against the wall Why does everybody want to kick my ass I'm just trying to have a little fun For all the ones who can't And just because I kiss the prettiest girls And I drive my truck too fast Why does everybody want to kick my ass Well I never been the type To walk up and pick a fight I've always been the kind to get along I throw parties all the time And they're always on my dime We drink and dance and smoke until the dawn Well my style of stress relief Sometimes disturbs the peace The police show up Cut donuts in my yard And while the Zeppelin's playin' loud They run off my party crowd They cuff my wrists And throw me down so hard Why does everybody want to kick my ass I'm just trying to have a little fun For all the ones who can't And just because i kiss the prettiest girls And I drive my truck too fast Why does everybody want to kick my ass And just because I kiss the prettiest girls And I drive my truck too fast Why does everybody want It seems like everybody wants Why does everybody want to kick my ass

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth Then He created the waters and the land And then He created man But man degenerated And descended into the black hole of making bad music So a darkness fell all around Only He could know of the storm that was coming The hurricane that was brewing Yes, there was something wrong, something missing There was no rock music! So He sent an angel And out of the mist, that angel came He wore boots, blue jeans And a baseball cap He had a big ol' smile like a welcome mat How cool is that? Then all the world went silent and they looked up Because they wall wanted to hear what he had to say And after a moment's silence, he said "Let there be guitar! Drums Bass Piano Let there be a kick-ass, kick-ass rockin' band Let's go" Oh-oh Oh, yeah Alright Well, if you're looking for fun, turn the music on Let's light a real big fire If you wanna blast, let's kick some ass And raise the roof a little bit higher If you need a rush, grab your favorite crush Gotta go against the grain If you're here for the show, and you're ready to go Let's ride this crazy train If you like some kick-ass rockin' music We're a kick-ass rockin' band If you can't play a lick, just play anything Raise hell and clap your hands Spread the word, bring your friends The whole wide world is joining in If you love some kick-ass rockin' music We're a kick-ass rockin' band Oh, yeah If you want the good back in the good times Get the grease back in your gears C'mon, bang your drum and make your guitar strum Put the buzz back in your beer If you want a real sure thing, let the singer sing Turn the tunes on up to ten If you had a long hard day, you need to get away It's time to rock 'n' roll again If you want some kick-ass rockin' music We're a kick-ass rockin' band If you can't play a lick, just play anything Raise hell and clap your hands Spread the word, bring your friends The whole wide world is joining in If you love kick-ass rockin' music We're a kick-ass rockin' band Ah, that's right Kick-ass Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, let's go Oh, if you like kick-ass rockin' music Make some noise and clap your hands If you want some kick-ass rockin' music We're a kick-ass rockin' band, yeah Kick-ass rockin' music We're a kick-ass rockin' band If you can't play a lick, just play anything Raise hell and clap your hands Spread the word, bring your friends The whole wide world is joining in If you love some kick-ass rockin' music We're a kick-ass rockin' band (Whoa) oh, yeah (Whoa) (Whoa) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa) everybody say (whoa) C'mon, spread the word (whoa) Bring all your friends (whoa) C'mon, join hands (whoa) And join a kick-ass rockin' band

Моя игра за эти годы стала супер-игрой. Проходя за уровнем уровень, стал собой супер-герой. Ростов-он-Дон, многорайонный Армагеддон, Я далеко, но мы под одним небом с тобой, мой район. Солнце спит за облаками — бледно-желтое пятно, Играем в Битлов, делаем музло. Когда-то давно, на беспонтовом компе мы сделали то, Что другим не удалось на Abbey Road в Лондоне. Конечно, было бы круче с кучей бабла, Но счастливый случай заставил нас начать с нуля. Немного труда... Вернее, много труда... Бог даст, брат,- будет хлеб и вода. Утренний туман, как вата — облепил высотки. И сегодня — выходной и, слава Богу — нет массовки. Стартанул с пробуксовкой, еду без стекол, не пристегнут, Не встретиться бы с дядей Степой. Увы, мои стихи не пишет старина B-Real, И с клира их народу не прочтет Патриарх Кирилл. И Саша Пушкин, в поэзии — мерило из мерил, Не сможет оценить мой слог, real или не real. Для меня хип-хоп – хобби, нежели адский труд. Вот и весь truth, это — и есть truth. Это — музыка молодых и гордых! Ты внутри не стух пока? Значит, рано уходить на отдых. Комп, миди, микро, два монитора, Пуэр покрепче, чтобы смочить горло. Запись пошла! Ведь на том берегу, кто-то очень ждет рэп, Который по-лютому прет! Время летит вперед! Но, как и прежде, - Меня прет рэп, который по-лютому прет! У нас все по-другому, и даже хип-хоп! Я — выбираю рэп, который по-лютому прет. Время летит вперед! Но, как и прежде, Меня прет рэп, который по-лютому прет! Тот, кто в теме, тот по-любому поймет - Рэп, который по-лютому прет. Как будто я чего-то слишком долго ждал, будто... Тепло не поднималось к верхним этажам, будто... Душа покрылась колючками, как у ежа - Хоть бери и уезжай куда-нибудь в Биробиджан. - Куда? Я стал каким-то циничным и злым. Мысли и чувства, как замерзшие бродячие псы. На небе звезды, мелкая алмазная сыпь. За стеной бубнят басы, у соседа родился сын. Звоню своим, но там смотрят сны. Моросит — не то дождь, не то снег, стали часы. Замолил грехи, еще заварил ТГ; Замутить бы хит, но пусто в голове. Затянулся крепким парликом, носом в дым - И вроде все лады, еще в гайвань воды. Качели по чувствам — жесткий Up-Down, Это и есть, наверно, тот самый андеграунд. Играю на рояле по пластмассовой миди, Живу в своем мире — безграмотный лирик. Пять линий, скрипичный ключ, семь нот, Вот он рэп, который по-лютому прет... Рэп, который по-лютому прет! Время летит вперед! Но, как и прежде, - Меня прет рэп, который по-лютому прет! У нас все по-другому, и даже хип-хоп! Я — выбираю рэп, который по-лютому прет. Время летит вперед! Но, как и прежде, Меня прет рэп, который по-лютому прет! Тот, кто в теме, тот по-любому поймет - Рэп, который по-лютому прет. Время летит вперед! Но, как и прежде, - Меня прет рэп, который по-лютому прет! У нас все по-другому, и даже хип-хоп! Я — выбираю рэп, который по-лютому прет. Время летит вперед! Но, как и прежде, Меня прет рэп, который по-лютому прет! Тот, кто в теме, тот по-любому поймет - Рэп, который по-лютому прет. Я выбираю рэп! Я выбираю рэп! Я выбираю рэп! Рэп, который по-лютому прет. Я выбираю рэп! Я выбираю рэп!

Your mother said to stay away she's kneeling down to pray Don't even think to criticize he'll make your daughters pay There is a man who's got a knife he kills before he begs Slice your girl and dice her down she'll amongst the dregs You'll never see the boys again with stumpy little pegs He has to wear a sheath because the spike's between his legs Little bitches come to him - princess brides who've never sinned Can't protect the innocent - they're the ones who never win Don't you try to run again - the warnings that your mama gave Think of all the time you saved by standing on the spike Wash in bloody water 'cuz you'll never heal the scars Cold metallic penetration makes you see the stars Razor sharp and purified you've never seen the likes There is no man that can compare to standing on the spike Little bitches come to him - princess brides who've never sinned Can't protect the innocent - they're the ones who never win Don't you try to run again - the warnings that your mama gave Think of all the time you saved by standing on the spike

Man I'm so cold - it's 98 degrees Think I saw some human heads growin' on the trees Get a pair of pliers - and pull out all my teeth Never gonna need 'em if I'm never gonna eat I'd really be excited if I thought that this would pass Didn't have a wallet man I wouldn't have an ass My girlfriend's on the floor - she's gurglin' from the mouth That must be why I got these maggots crawlin' on the house Not much of a sleeper I am the tweaker Now I'm pukin' up my balls they're fuzzy little stones At least I'm not a hippie faggot smoking little bones When the bag runs empty - satan helps me cop Drinkin' up the draino to get back on top If I don't get some fuel I think I'm gonna flip I just ate a scorpion that stung me on the lip Sometimes I get so tired - never been a sleeper Life is just a side-effect cause I am the tweaker I just ate my beeper I am the tweaker I'm chewing on my sneaker I am the tweaker Born in 1984 I think I'm still alive These spots on my face and neck look like I'm 65 Snot bubbles in nose every time I start to cough My shriveled dick fell on the floor while I was jerkin' off My skin will start to burn if I turn on the lights My dealer wants his money but I can't fuckin' fight No sense in taking out the garbage leave it one the bed Call and leave a message 'cuz tomorrow I'll be dead Here comes the fuckin' reaper I am the tweaker Here comes the fuckin' reaper I am the tweaker

Something done bit me on the back of the neck And I got a strange feelin' ain't seen nothin' yet Well my face is on fire - sweat burnin' my eyes Misery's coming and i'm fixing to die I'll be eatin' humble pie when the sun goes down Pullin' up my pants take a look around I can see 100 miles to the north and south Can't make enough spit just to wet my mouth I'm alone Nobody standin' by me I'm feelin' dry as the breeze Nowhere to fill my canteen My bones are laughing at me You can call me well done Nothin's rusting my guns In the the valley of the sun The river stopped flowin' just a runnin' sand And the devil starts laughin' this is his land Blisters start to bleed up and down my hands Hyde wearin' tough enough for takin' a brand Rats are gettin' hungry and I'm lookin' brown Ground's too hot so I can't sit down Rattlesnakes are twitchin' and a wigglin' away My last drop of water - this is one bad day Navarrone Should of been there by now 'Cuz Texas Pete is in town He's roundin' up all my cows Feel like I'm lettin' him down My horse is dead on the ground She couldn't handle the run In the valley of the sun And I ain't havin' no fun In the the valley of the sun

Your heads is in the water and your feet are in a jam You fucked my wife and your is life in my fuckin' hands Gonna turn you blue - pull you up to get some air Take you to my barn - got lots of things in there Turnin' on the table saw and clampin' down your balls You're puking and a screamin' but that isn't all I am the reaper - the host of the games The maggot - the scumbag - the master of pain I am the reaper - the host of the games The hammer - the shitball - the preacher of shame The fryer's up on high over there in the kitchen If I chopped you up and dropped you in you'd probably taste like chicken My dog is really friendly when he chases the stick But sometimes he's prone to chewin' on some dick I am the reaper - the host of the games The maggot - the scumbag - the master of pain I am the reaper - the host of the games The hammer - the shitball - the preacher of shame

I see you got your last check - you're lookin' so depressed Couldn't handle washin' dishes - you'll be swimmin' with the fishes You got a girlfriend - she's an ugly lesbian Afraid to cut your long hair - always thought you wouldn't care That you couldn't hold a job - your feeble sins will never stop Think of all the simple joys - of hangin' with the younger boys Drinkin' up the kool-aid - mama thinks you got it made You're livin' in the upstairs - time to wash your underwear Monkey on the gag-reel - tell me how you really feel Grindin' down your burger brain - standing in the pissy rain Awful salty pickle dick - you're too flat to call a bitch Drinkin' down the malto-meal - word is you're the shitheel You're 40 and you never feel - whether time will ever heal You're sloppy little stinky ass - never had an ounce of class Your skate was never any good - silly ridin' goofy foot You're headed to the bar now - waitin' for your fat cow Hopin' she will turn a trick - She'll never ever suck your dick Weak enough to toe the line - suburban little frankenstein Smokin' all the schwaggy weed - struggle just to bottom feed Smellin' like a cheesy wheel - got some poopy on your heel Monkey on the gag-reel - tell me how you really feel Grindin' down your burger brain - standing in the pissy rain Awful salty pickle dick - you're too flat to call a bitch Drinkin' down the malto-meal - word is you're the shitheel

You couldn't make it in the corps 'cuz it was too fuckin' hard You shriveled up your dick and joined the national guard You're in the fuckin' airports - you're in my fuckin' dreams I'm so goddamned mad I'm bursting at the seams America's my home you gotta reckon with me Got you my crosshairs - a murder scene Don't fuck with my militia you can eat my shit This is my battle hymn it's a number one hit Now you're a hero - great american zero Two bit bobby deniro - great american zero Big bad piggy boy doin' his job Red white and blue jack a patriot slob Your wife is so proud but who are you now? Fire fightin' crossing guard or sacred cow Uncle sam says "he wants you" You're all full of shit so you got nothin' to prove Call me what you want, jack, I don't give a fuck Bout the pussy ass flag on your pickup truck Now you're a hero - great american zero Two bit bobby deniro - great american zero Lookin' in the future now the answer is clear Bitch slappin' soldiers like we do over here Put a bullet thru my television one thru my head The alpha the omega I'd be better off dead Now you're a hero - great american zero Two bit bobby deniro - great american zero