I thought my CD was done  
But that's not what they say  
"Do an insult track, we need it for radio play"  
Cram in the names, I'll take a long hard pee  
Time to mess up the biz like an MP3  
 
American Idols, that's who I look for  
In the poop section of my local record store  
Ruben or clay, oh which should I pick  
It's like choosing which puddle of vomit to lick  
 
And when I want something even more fruity and fake  
I look up 'N' for N'Sync or 'T' for Timberlake  
So many skills Justin's making a buck at  
Does he rap? Does he sing? He doesn't know what to suck at  
 
Now as for the bitches, let's give Britney thanks  
For the face that launched a million pre-teen skanks  
You were a virgin, that had to be hard  
You've had more bones in your mouth than a St. Bernard  
 
I keed, I keed!  
(He just make a little joke)  
I joke with you!  
(LIttle dog, little joke)  
I keed, I keed!  
(He just make a little joke)  
Yeah, you're a great actress too  
(Little dog, little joke)  
 
Now let's go to Wal-mart where they won't sell my CD  
That company's nuts are in a jar in
Battle Lust lyrics


I gaze through the mist at the approaching host
My hand finds the hilt of my sword
Soon they are sundered, their bodies we roast
Their leader is hacked, mauled and gored

Battle lust takes me
Demon be damned 
No way to slake me
Die by my hand
DIE

Sternum's are cloven and skulls they are split
They then are heaped up in piles
Monarch of murder, the crown seems to fit
Suffering brings only smiles...

Battle lust takes me
Demon be damned
No way to slake me
Die by my hand
D
 aisle 3  
But you can see Christina in all her sluthood  
It's like watching porn but the music's not as good  
 
I want to stuff my TV's crotch with a dollar  
Still I'd hump you if I could wear my flea collar  
You're looser than my poop after eating Honeydew  
Only 50 Cent's been plugged more than you  
 
And yet you're too old for Fred Durst to desire  
He's checking out the cast of "Lizzie McGuire"  
Soon Fred will try to get Mandy Moore  
To open for him, and I don't mean on tour  
 
You're not the first, Durst, poor R Kelly  
His videos premiere at the LAPD  
I believe they set up an innocent guy  
You know what else? I believe I can fly  
 
I keed, I keed!  
(He just make a little joke)  
I joke with you!  
(LIttle dog, little joke)  
I keed, I keed!  
(He just make a little joke)  
I believe Michael too, yes.  
(Little dog, little joke)  
 
Now look how friggin cool those guys from the Strokes are  
Their riffs are three times as old as my jokes are  
Hey White Stripes guy, is that your wife or your sister  
Shouldn't you be playing country music, mister?  
 
Hey Coldplay, maybe you should be Col
Burned Up lyrics


Burned up,
my throat is ripped open,
I can't sing,
I can not scream,
havin' hard times,
fall asleep
Remind me,
I keep my spirits high,
it always could be worse,
right destiny,
my own life
Save me the daylight,
bring me home in this bus I call my own,
best friends I've ever known
Yeah

Bad karma collecting from my past,
the best time I ever had if my health was not so bad
Self made man,
made your bed to sleep,
you won't listen to nobody,
heads thick as hard concrete

Save me the daylight,
bring me home,
the best friends I'v
sore  
Back when you were U2 I liked you so much more  
Somehow your song "Yellow" reminds me of pee  
I think 'cause when it's over, it's a big relief to me  
 
Now Pink, is that your hair or a tattoo?  
I didn't know Supercuts had a drive-thru  
Yo Nelly, what kind of name is that?  
That's about as gangsta as an easter bonnet hat  
 
And Snoop says he's clean now? You make the call  
The guy's higher than Billy Joel's Cholesterol  
Snoop, there's only room for one dog, putz  
And I can rap, can you lick your own nuts?  
 
Poop Diddy, are you in show business still?  
I didn't know wearing a suit was a skill  
J Lo, J Lo, the giant tail-o  
For a doggy's nose, thst's the Holy Grail-o  
 
Shakira's butt's fine, but it won't hold still you see  
I sniffed Elton John's tush just for all the history  
I sniffed J-Lo's ass and got too touchy-feely  
She let loose a bomb that was bigger than "Gigli"  
 
I keed, I keed!  
(He just make a little joke)  
I joke with you  
(Little dog, little joke)  
I keed, I keed!  
(Nothing wrong with your butt)  
I even like...I don't like Affleck  
(Nothing wrong with your bu
H.i.v. lyrics

He?s crawling thru your blood, he?s comin? thru your cells...
when you don?t protect yourself, he strikes you
Do you know who he is? It?s the H.I.V.

Here we go, check it out!
Running thru your blood, intervening thru your cells,I be your worst nightmare, so you can go and tell,my duty is to take you off this earth, since your birth,let me tell you how I go to work and how it hurts
In the 20th century they invented me, swallowed meny medicine,tackled many vaccines
Still standing here on my own and I can?t wait to get up in 
tt)  
 
Avril Lavigne punk queen, now there's a kidder  
Go back north, Celine needs a babysitter  
Philip Glass, atonal ass, you're not immune  
Write a song with a fucking tune  
 
And on the list of pussies, don't leave off MTV  
I scared them and Eminem so they gave the hook to me  
Slim Shady, why do you find me so scary?  
We're just two regular dudes who banged Mariah Cary  
Wipe off that frown, just do without it  
Hey my mom was a bitch, but I don't go writing songs about it  
 
I keed, I keed!  
(He just make a little joke)  
I joke with you!  
(Little dog, little joke)  
I keed, I keed!  
(He just make a little joke)  
You know I never meant to hurt you  
(Never meant to make you cry)  
 
I keed, I keed!  
(He just make a little joke)  
It's a joke you see!  
(Laffy, laffy, laffy, ha, ha)  
Let's stop hating each other  
(He just make a little joke)  
Leave the pooping to me  
(Rock it to me, sock it to me)  
 
Rock it to me, sock it to me  
Rock it to me, sock it to me  
Rock it to me, sock it I'm a rapping dog  
And I'm here to say  
Rappa rappa rappa  
A tappa huppa huppa  
 
I kid.