Move Bitch

OH NO! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin' and bustin' two
and I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
It's not an illusion, we runnin the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

Time to face the facts, You fail at life.
An ultra violent demise, would suit you fine.
A total clone devoid of its own thoughts.
A soulless fabrication, a meaningless creation.
You waste of life, You waste of space, You waste of everything.
Make no mistake, You fucking fake, I enjoy your suffering.


Part of "Sensory Deprivation" by an Industrial band called Cyanotic

"I just got to get myself over me" Song im listening too now

i just had fun.......

Good for you. Now MOVE bitch! Get out the way! Get out the way, bitch, get out the way!

first i do it like this
i put a look on my face like i smell some piss
bounce to the beat till it starts to hurt
then i dust all the smirk off me shirt
dip to the ground as i catch the base
then i wipe all the sweat off me face
pop back up then i start to slide
popping my collar, as i glide
then i break the thang down and do the bird
dust my self off like i just stole third
come on everybody, now's the chance
fuck the harlem shake, it's the thizzle dance

right...........