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Hey Lady I Dont Love You
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To me, the strings sound like they are saying the title of this song... But then again, I might be schizophrenic. What do you think?
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Bloodbath Productions is an Independent record label. It was established back in 2005 in an apartment on Temple Street in Boston, in which upon prior tenancy wa
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #3,601
Peak in subgenre #109
Author
Grill the Mil
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Bloodbath Productions
Uploaded
July 20, 2009
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MP3 4.7 MB 128 kbps 5:05
Story behind the song
The lyrics are quite clever in my opinion, listen closely...I did not write them, I thought them up as I went along... I guess that's what Jay-Z means when he says he doesn't write lyrics, but I don't know...I don't always do it that way, but I definitely understand the strategy.
Lyrics
Caesar-eon birth, I was cut out for this, since the day I came to earth. All in a days work. What I say in a verse is for the shock like a tazor. What I say on bars should stay on bars or maybe not. Just another day on the job. The same doesn't go for you, I wouldn't quit your day job. You are not me. Dowg, bark at me all you want. You can blame God. I keep a 'Fal-mouth' like Cape Cod. It will remain dirty. I ain't gone' clean it up...what is this?.. a maid service? Word play murderer, homicidal urges encourage this verbiage. Should you be worried? Yes - the devil's from suburbia - a step above 22, Dr. Stone needs a new scale....for me, Damien, and Vlad Dracula the Impaler.. heh, you lookin funny like a hair-lip...ha! This is nothing to stare at. You got a hair across your ass? I'll f*** ing bury all you rappers. I don't care if I'm not black, I got the Arian' Attack. Don't be scared you pussy cat, you got it very backwords, in fact, I'm very relaxed. This is hilarious actually. I'm laughing while im gashing, slashing while im rapping....racing thoughts, passing fastly' like a bad dream that keeps happening. A sick bastard, that will spit raps like a pic axe swinging at you, to split backs' with, sh** , f** s, you want me to slow down yet? cuz I can spit faster.... I got a gift bag, with a six and a half inch dick thats in it, that I have to give you for christmas. Matterfact, it was actually bigger, but I had to trim it, cuz it wouldn't fit into the gift bad I had, to give it to you in. .....UMMM, F*** it Singing things that no one thinks without even blinking. You see, my view is narrow, like its through the eyes of a Chink. " sh** !!? did he just say what i think?" Nah, I said "Chimp," - Pansie' ! you cant be serious...your a bug, I'm an Anteater. b*** take off your panties, or you can't leave, and you'll wonder why I'll throat f*** you till you can't breath. haha "Dammit, he's mean." And she's sick...can't even reason with her, she's a disease. This is Dorothy from Kansas, she's here with me. The Wizard of Oz, shouldn't gamble with me. We didn't battle for pink slips, he kept his car keys...the new sheriffs in town...The Wicked Wizard of the East. Yo, just so you know tho, "To-to" showed up late, which is a total no-no. We put him to sleep, but he wouldn't wake up. Even tho we gave him a full box of No-Doz. Just a sick f*** , wondering how the f*** I think this sh** up. Talking to myself like "f*** you, quit judging." Could be worse, atleast i'm not a southerner, falling in love with his cousin or f*** ing her... Oh man! my moms from the south...Damn. Oh well. I say what i want when i can, and you say that i can't. But I want what i can't. So ima say it again. Either way ima' go to Hell in the end...right Dan? H A G's his alias, we hate the same people, you don't like us? Hey great, we can't stand you either, even more. In need of more of you, sh** talkers for eating up. Enough to feed a buzz... bring it on. You mother f*** ers are what were feeding on. Plus foes, and awful flows. Evil mortals, screaming unspeakably horrible moral codes, just to hear your ewws, ahhs, and ohhs. Flowing through the ear drums like WHOA!!! This aint Black Rob, I got the jackpot. Jackin off to the thought of the jack in the box, but the jack in the box was actually not. It was more like jack in the rock. Yea dowg, she was a f*** ing crack pot. uuuh... that just got your jaw to drop in awe right? thats what i thought. If not I just called your bluff.... Rewind it back to the beginning, listen again and write it down slut. This time around I'm so nuts....like the one's below what you can suck. b*** !!! strings.... Lady, I dont love you like i thought i loved you. I don't love you. Lady, I don't love you...
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