Evil Eddie Lyrics

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HUNGOVER AGAIN - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

I’VE GOT A HANGOVER AGAIN AND THIS TIME IT’S A GOOD ONE I’M IN A WORLD OF HURT BUT HAD GOOD FUN GETTIN’ HERE THOUGH MY HEAD IS NEAR SPLITTIN IN TWO
AND I SWEAR I’M NEVER DRINKIN A BREW EVER AGAIN
BUT THAT’S WHAT I SAID LAST SATURDAY
THEN I END UP GETTING MAGGOTED ON CABERNET
HIT THE TOWN AND WOUND UP ON THE PISS
THEN I WOKE UP LOOKING ROUND THINKING
‘WOW WHO’S HOUSE IS THIS?’
SHOULD STAYED HOME AND STUCK TO THE PLAN
INSTEAD OF NOT KNOWING WHERE THE FUCK I AM
THEN HAVE TO DO THE WALK OF SHAME
WITH LAST NIGHTS POISONS HEAVILY COURSING THROUGH MY VEINS
I WOULD HAVE GOT A CAB BACK HOME
BUT I COULDN’T FIND MY WALLET IN MY POCKET
AND I SMASHED MY PHONE SO I’M WALKING THE FREEWAY INSTEAD
BUSTING FOR A PISS AND I WISH WAS DEAD

CAUSE I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN
I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN
I LONG FOR SOBER WEEKENDS BUT CAN’T SAY NO TO MY FRIENDS
SO I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN

I MUST HAVE BEEN WAY MORE HAMMERED THAN I THOUGHT
CAUSE I’VE HAD A WHOLE PACKET LOAD OF PANADEINE FORTE
BUT I KEEP ON STOPPING TO RALPH
AND NOW I’VE GOT A DOG TRYNA LICK THE INSIDE OF MY MOUTH
AND CAUSE I’M COVERED IN BLOOD I THINK I GOT IN A BIFF
BUT ALL I KNOW IS THAT MY GIRLFRIENDS GONNA BE PISSED
AND NO MATTER WHAT I SAY IT’S GONNA BE WRONG
THAT’S WHY I WANNA WRITE HER AN APOLOGY SONG
BUT I CAN’T EVEN WRITE MY SELF A RAP
LIKE THIS LINE IS CRAP IT DOESN’T EVEN RHYME
AND THAT BUT SEE YOU KNOW IT
EVEN HUNGOVER I CAN FLOW I’M A POET
YO I’LL JUST GO A LITTLE MOET AND SPLIFF
TO STABLISE SHIT CAUSE I’M GOING LIKE THIS ‘WOAH’
THEN I’M SWEARING TO GOD I’M A SWEAR OFF THE GROG
BUT RIGHT NOW I NEED HAIR OF THE DOG

CAUSE I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN
I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN
I’M BOUT TO THROW UP IN BED AS MY BRAIN EXPLODES IN MY HEAD CAUSE I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN

I DON'T KNOW WHY I DO THIS TO MY SELF ALL OF THE TIME
I’M SO ENAMOURED WITH BOOZE AND GETTIN’ HAMMERED
I JUST KEEP ON CROSSING THE LINE
NOW GIMME THAT WINE

SO I’M THINKING I OUGHTA HEAD BACK TO THE PUB
GRAG ME SOME GRUB AND HAVE ANOTHER JUG
AND JUST YEILD TO MY THIRST BEFORE MY BRAIN FEELS ANY WORSE LIKE IT’S REALLY GONNA BURST
MAYBE HAVE A JOKE AND A LAUGH
AND GET FRESH DECK CAUSE MY CIGARETTES ARE BROKEN IN HALF
AND JUST HOPE TOMORROW NOON
THAT I DON’T WAKE UP IN THE PARK STILL SINGING THIS TUNE

CAUSE I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN
I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN
I’M COLD YET COATED IN SWEAT IT’S LIKE I’VE WOKEN UP DEAD CAUSE I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN

I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN
I’M HUNGOVER AGAIN
I’LL BLOW MY QUOTA ON COKE THAT’S MOSTLY SODA AND YET
I’M HUNGOVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN

WHAT YOU GIVE IS WHAT YOU GET (ft. The Lyrical) - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

WELL CAUSE
WHAT YOU GIVE IS WHAT YOU GET IT SEEMS LOGICAL TO BEGIN
BY MAKING YOU SEE WITH LUST & GREED SLOTHS IS ONE OF SINS CAUSE IF YOU COULD CHOOSE TO PAY YOUR DUES OR NOT YOU’D CHOOSE THE LATTER
AND YOU THINK YOU DESERVE VICTORY SERVED TO YOU ON A PLATTER
BUT TRYING TO RIDE ON SOMEBODIES BACK YOUR NOT GONNA GET ANY PROPS FOR THAT
THINK YOUR THE MAN FOR RUNNING A SCAM THE FACT IS THAT YOUR NOT YOUR WACK
SEARCH YOUR SOUL FIND A GOAL OR PASSION YOU CAN ENJOY
BY PICKING A TACK AND STICKING TO THAT IMAGINE THE
CRAP YOU’D AVOID
THERE’S PLENTY OF TIME FOR CREW TO HANG BUT FIRST YOU GOTTA BE DOING YA THANG
JUST KEEP IT TRUE WHATEVER YOU DO KARMA’S LIKE A BOOMERANG
YA BLOOD YA SWEAT YA TEARS THEY GO IN A BUCKET UPON ON SCALE
THE MORE IT WEIGHS THE MORE YOU’RE PAID BUT LIVE FOR THE BUCK AND YOU FAIL
CAUSE LIFE REWARDS THE PASSIONATE FIRST THINK ABOUT THAT WHEN YOU TRAVEL TO WORK
CAUSE DOING IT FOR THE MONEY AND NOT FOR THE LOVE JUST MEANS YOURS ACTUALLY CURSED
AND SO PERSIST AND YOU’LL REGRET BUT YOU CAN FLIP IT ON IT’S HEAD
BY DOING SHIT THAT YOU RESPECT CAUSE WHAT YOU GIVE IS WHAT YOU GET

SO TAKE A LISTEN TO YOUR HEART WHEN IT’S TELLIN YOU
YOU’RE GONNA NEED TO FIND ANOTHER SOURCE OF REVENUE
CAUSE WHEN THE MONEY NOT THE LOVE HAS BEEN COMPELLING YOU BABY WHAT YOU GIVE IS WHAT YOU GET

WAITIN AROUND HOPIN FOR DREAMS TO BUILD THEMSELVES AROUND YOU
CLAIMIN YOU HEARD OF SOMEBODY ELSE WHO SAID THAT IT WORKED IT'S BOUND TO
MAYBE IT WILL OR MAYBE IT WONT SO WHAT DID I WRITE THIS VERSE FOR?
WELL SOME THINGS COME TO THOSE WAIT BUT MOST YOU HAVE TO WORK FOR
YOUR DADDY AND YOUR DADDY'S DADDY DID IT CAUSE THE SHIT WORKS
REACHIN A GOAL FROM HEART AND THE SOUL HAS PERKS IF YOU DON'T QUIT FIRST
IT'S BASIC AND ITS COMPLICATED WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT THIS? I UNDERSTAND THE RISK INVOLVED BUT WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT RISK?
GIVE IT EVERYTHING YOU GOT AND IT'LL LIFT YOU RIGHT UP
I THINK IT'S THE SIMPLICITY OF THIS THAT GETS ME FIRED UP
FOR EVERYTHING THAT'S LOST AND EARNED WHAT YOU GIVE YOU GET RETURNED
HUMBLE WORK WILL RAISE YOU BUT THE GIFT IS WHAT YOU GET TO LEARN
KINDA LIKE KARMA REMEMBER YOUR MAMA TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT IT?
NOW YOU BE COOL ACTIN THE FOOL WHAT? MEMORY KINDA SHROUDED?
LET ME BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND YET NICE AND SLOW WHAT YOU GIVE IS WHAT YOU GET

SO ALL YOU LAZY MC'S BUSY BLAZING THEM TREES
QUIT COMPLAINING TO ME THAT YOU’VE NOT SOLD
PUT DOWN THE PIPES AND CONES AND LEAVE MIC ALONE
UNTIL YOUR STYLE IS HONED AND YOU’VE GOT SOUL
CAUSE WITH THE POUNDING SET I’LL RAP THE ALPHABET
RIGHT AROUND YA NECK IN A CHOKEHOLD
THEN PLAY YOUR PILE OF BONES LIKE THEY WERE XYLOPHONES
AND USE YOUR HOLLOW SKULL AS A MULL BOWL

QUEENSLAND - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

NOW LET ME
WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE BLEACH SANDS OF QUEENSLAND STINKING HOT DAYS COLD BEERS AND CHEAP LAND
BIKINI CLAD BACKPACKERS AND WEED PLANTS
CALIFORNIA BEACH TANS BUT INSTEAD OF STREET GANGS
AND GOLD BLING OR GETTING CAPPED ON YOUR STEPS
HERE YOU CAN PAT A STINGRAY AND MAYBE GET A STAB IN THE CHEST FROM WHAT INHABITS THE DEPTHS OF THE REEF
CAUSE EVERY CREATURE IN OUR HABITAT HAS VENOM OR TEETH
IN BRIEF WE GOT FLYS THE SIZE OF ZIPPO LIGHTERS
MOSQUITOS BITING US RIFE WITH HEPATITIS
NO LIE WE GOT THE HIGHEST COUNT OF VENOMOUS SNAKES
AND POISONOUS ARACHNOIDS THAN ANY OTHER PLACE
WE GOT WEATHER EXTREMES IN EVERY SENSE IT CAN MEAN
FAMINES AND BUSHFIRES DEATH AND DISEASE
WE GOT COWS WE GOT MUD WE GOT DROUGHTS WE GOT FLOOD
WE GOT CYCLONES RIPPING UP OUR HOUSES AND PUBS
STILL THERE’S OUNCES OF BUD THAT LOCAL OUTLAWS
GIVE HUGE AMOUNTS OF LOVE GROWIN’ OUTDOORS
SO THIS IS GOING OUT YALL ON MY NEW LP
TO EVERY CORNER OF THE SAUNA CALLED THE QLD

CAUSE IN THE SUNSHINE STATE WHERE FUN TIMES AWAIT
AND THE COPS DON’T GET NO DUMBER
EVEN YA BIG CITY STREETS THAT ARE BRINGING THE HEAT
HAVE GOT NOTHING ON A QUEENSLAND SUMMER

THIS IS QUEENSLAND AUSTRALIA
LET ME HER IT IF YOUR OUT THERE ‘HO’
FROM THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH SAY ‘HO’
QUEENSLAND AUSTRALIA
LET ME HER IT IF YOUR OUT THERE ‘HO’
FROM THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH SAY ‘HO’

SHOW YOUR BACK TO US SHAKE THAT GLUTIOUS MAXIMUS HEY
SHOW YOUR BACK TO US SHAKE THAT GLUTIOUS MAXIMUS HEY
SHOW YOUR BACK TO US SHAKE THAT GLUTIOUS MAXIMUS HEY
SHOW YOUR BACK TO US SHAKE THAT GLUTIOUS MAXIMUS HEY

SO NOW THAT WE’RE THE STATE YA SCHOOLIES COME FOR HOLIDAYS
TO GET DEBAUCHED LIKE GEORGE BUSH’S COLLEGE DAYS
WE GOT THE GIRLS AND THE SUN AND SURF AND THERE’S
NO OTHER PLACE ON EARTH I’D RATHER CALL MY HOME TURF
SINCE BIRTH I BEEN IN BRISSY WORLD’S MOST LIVEABLE CITY
WE’RE CALLING POTS WHAT SYDNEY CALLS A MIDI
IT’S HARDLY ANY DRAMA THOUGH WE ONLY ORDER SCHOONERS
AND GROW BANANAS LIKE CHERNOBYL’S GROWING TUMOURS
YA HEARD SO MANY RUMOURS GROWING UP ABOUT THE DROP BEARS LIKE THE SCOTT’S DO THE MONSTER IN THE LOCH NESS
THAT WHEN A CROC TEARS PEOPLE TO SHREDS
YA DON’T FLINCH EVEN IF IT’S EATIN’ EACH OF YA LEGS
THE POLICE ARE IN BED WITH ALL THE CRIMINAL TYPES
AND LET EM DO WHATEVER WITH MINIMAL HYPE
POLITICIANS TO CRIME ARE LIKE PENISES TO FOETUSES
WHEN PEOPLE VOTE YOUR LEADERS IN LIKE JOH BJELKE PETERSON
BUT EVEN WITH NO REASONING I’D GIVE IT UP
TO THE PLACE I LIVE IT UP AND STATE I GIVE A FUCK
SO MATE FROM WYNNUM UP TO CAPE YORK PENINSULA
I’M BIGGIN UP THE WHOLE FRIGGIN STATE WHEN I RIP IT UP

VOICES IN MY HEAD - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

AT FIRST I WAS GETTING THESE MOODS SWINGS
THEN A VOICE STARTED TELLING ME TO DO THINGS
CRUDE THINGS SO WRONG AND DEPRAVED
I SWEAR IT WAS COMING FROM OUT THERE BEYOND THE GRAVE
AND IT GAVE ME A NERVOUS TWITCH
A FERVOUR TO MUDER CHICKS AND LIKE BERKOWITZ
I’M JUST PERFECT FIT FOR THE SIXTH SENSE SEQUEL
SEE CAUSE I HEAR DEAD PEOPLE
AND SINCE THEN IT’S GONE AND MULTIPLIED
BESIDES ULTRA VIOLENCE FROM THE POLTERGEIST
I GOT THREE DEMONS LIVING INSIDE OF ME
THAT FIGHT TO LEAD LIKE IT WAS SIBILING RIVALRY
AND THOUGH I SOUGHT SOME PROFESSIONAL HELP
BEFORE I MADE A MESS OF MYSELF OR SOMEONE ELSE
AND THEY PUT ME IN A CENTER FOR THE MENTALLY ILL
AND TRIED GETTIN' ME TO CHILL WITH THE SEDATIVE PILLS
I WANNA KILL

CAUSE THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THEY'RE CALLING ME, THEY'RE CALLING ME

YOU KNOW MY PARENTS SAID AS A KID I WAS A MISFIT
LISTED AS SICK AND NIHILISTIC
CAUSE NOBODY BELIEVED I COULD SEE THINGS
EVEN THOUGH I’D SEEM TO SCREAM… FOR NO REASON
AND I DREW THESE CHILDLIKE PICTURES
OF OTHER KIDS WITH NO EYES AND NO FINGERS
NOW I’M LOST IN MY OWN PSYCHOSIS
DIAGNOSED AND DRUGGED IN HIGH DOSES
I CAN’T TELL WHERE REALITY ENDS
OR BETWEEN REAL AND IMAGINARY FRIENDS
SO I CAN’T HAVE A BUTTER KNIFE LET ALONE A RAZOR
WITH OUT PUTTING PEOPLE CLOSE TO ME IN DANGER
I LIVE IN THE WORLD OF GEORGE ORWELL
NEVER ANSWER THE PHONE OR THE DOOR BELL
AND WHEN I THINK ABOUT TAKING MY LIFE
I WANNA SLICE MY VEINS UP ON THE BLADE OF A KNIFE
AND JUST DO IT

CAUSE THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THEY'RE CALLING ME, THEY'RE CALLING ME

I BET I LOOK LIKE A CRACKHEAD EYES HANGING OUTTA MY SKULL
MY BRAIN WENT OFF AND AINT BACK YET I THINK I‘M OUTTA CONTROL
I GOT THESE BUGS AND THESE INSECTS ALL CRAWLING UNDER MY SKIN
PLUS I GOT WITH VOICES TRYNA FORCE ME TO DO NOTHIN BUT SIN BUT HOW CAN I BE THE BAD GUY I’M A VICTIM A PAWN
I’M JUST A PUPPET FOR THE POLTERGEIST WHO STRINGS ME ALONG
I TAKE MY PILLS OF A NIGHT TIME JUST TO TOUCH UP MY BRAIN
BUT EVEN STILL I FEEL LIKE I MUST BE FUCKING INSANE

CAUSE THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD KEEP CALLING ME
THEY'RE CALLING ME, THEY'RE CALLING ME

GOLDEN AGE - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

NOW WELL THEY SAY
THE MUSIC YOU LOVED WHEN YOU STARTED GETTING LAID
WILL BE MUSIC YOU LOVE… TIL YOUR CASKETS IN THE GRAVE
AND THE FIRST TIME I EVER GOT A GIRL IN THE SHEETS
SHE LET BEASTIE BOYS PAUL’S BOUTIQUE PLAY ON REPEAT
‘HEY LADIES’ WAS THE THEME SONG OF MY TEENS
AND THOUGH HEAVY INTO METAL FOR BEATS I WAS A FIEND
AND FOR ME THE UTTER PEAK WAS CIRCA NINETY-FOUR
CAUSE JUST LIKE DIRT MCGIRT ‘OOH BABY I LIKE IT RAW’
AND THE NINETIES WERE SO THAT THAT THOSE CATS
MADE ME START WRITING MY OWN RAPS
AND GRINDING MY BOZACK UP THERE ON THE STAGE
SCREAMING AT MOTHERFUCKERS LIKE ZACK WHEN FRONTIN’ RAGE
BUT NOWADAYS DUE TO SUCH A METAMORPHOSIS
IT SEEMS HIP HOP SUCKS A DEAD HORSES DICK
CAUSE MOST TRACKS COMING THROUGH ARE SO WACK
THAT ALL I WANNA DO IS GO BACK

CAUSE I’M AN OLD MOTHERFUCKER SET IN MY WAYS
AND NOW THAT EVERYTHING’S CHANGED I’M LAMENTING THE DAYS
OF HIP HOP CULTURE WHEN IT ENTERED A PHASE
CALLED THE GOLDEN AGE, THE GOLDEN AGE
BEFORE BIGGIE AND PAC AND JAM MASTER JAY
ALL GOT THEMSELVES SHOT AND ALL PASSED AWAY
RAP RULED & NEW SCHOOL AINT SURPASSED THE DAYS
OF THE GOLDEN AGE, THE GOLDEN AGE

SO FREESTYLE IN MY FACE MOTHERFUCKER I’M A SLAP YA
THESE DAYS EVERY MAN AND HIS DOG’S A FUCKIN’RAPPER
AND THAT’S THE REASON WHY THE STANDARD IN RAP’S DROPPED
CAUSE ALL YOU REALLY NEED TO MAKE A TRACK IS A LAPTOP
SO PEOPLE RELEASE SHIT WHO CAN’T EVEN MAKE BEATS YET
THEY RAP TO WHAT SOUNDS LIKE A REASON THREE PRESET
AND THOUGH I’VE FOUND THE SHIT TO SOUND A BIT COUNTERFIT
AND THE BEAT’S HAD THE FUNK SUCKED OUT OF IT CUNTS ARE PROUD OF IT
AND SINCE THE CROWD ALL PICK STYLE OVER SUBSTANCE
YOU CAN KILL EM ALL WITH SYLLABLES WITHOUT MAKING MUCH SENSE
YOU’RE POINT COULD BE FLAWED OR LACKING IN HEART
YET THE LABEL ENSURES THAT YOU’RE SMASHING THE CHARTS APART
AND THAT’S THE CURSE OF COMMERCIALIZATION
SO FUCK EVERY JERK WHO EVER WORKED AT A STATION
GIVING RADIO PLAY TO ALL THE LABELS WHO PAY
FOR MAKING HIP HOP A BLATANT CLICHÉ

AND SO THEY’RE SAYIN NOW
THAT HIP HOP IS DEAD AND THAT THE GOLDEN AGE IS OVER
AND IF IT AINT DEAD IT’S DEFINITELY IN A COMA
IT’S KINDA LIKE A JOKE IT’S SO MORBID AND SICK
SO IT’S SORTA GOT ME THINKING THAT I OUGHTA JUST QUIT
BUT SHIT I WANNA SEE THE SCENE BACK TO IT’S PRIME
SO I’M A RAISE THE DEAD INSTEAD LIKE FRANKENSTEIN
WHILE I’M REANIMATING OLDER BOOM BAP FLOWS
AND BREATHING LIFE INTO THE GOLDEN AGE TWO POINT O
TAKING OVER THE SCENE TO CHANGE THE FLOW OF THE CREAM
SLAPPIN’ HIPSTER HOPPERS OUT OF STOVEPIPE JEANS
WITH FLOWS AND RHYME SCHEMES TO SHOW WHY I’M DEEMED
BONAFIDE KING OF THESE OPEN MIC FIENDS
SO IT’S ALL GOOD TO BE COMMERCIAL AND POP
BUT DON’T BE SELLING YOUR SOUL AND THINK YOU’RE EARNING YA PROPS YOUR NOT
YOU THINK YA POSSE RIP SERMONS WHEN YOU ROCK
WELL LET ME TELL YOU ALL YA DOING IS JERKING EACH OTHER OFF

CAUSE I’M AN OLD MOTHERFUCKER VETERAN STAGE
AND I’LL BE STEADY GETTING BETTER WITH AGE I’M
UNTIL DEAD IN THE GRAVE
AND GIVING LIFE TO THESE OLD VENEERS
INTO MY GOLDEN YEARS, GOLDEN YEARS
AND EVEN AFTER NINETY WHEN I’M OLD AND WEIRD
GROWING LITTLE BEARDS FROM MY MOLES AND EARS
I’M GONNA DO IT HOW I DONE IT FOR MY WHOLE CAREER
INTO MY GOLDEN YEARS, GOLDEN YEARS

BAD SON (ft. Laneous and the Family Yah) - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

YOU KNOW I REALIZE I MUST HAVE BEEN A SHIT OF KID
WHEN I SIT & REMINISCE ABOUT THE THINGS THAT I DID
WHEN I WAS HAVING MY FUN A RATBAG OF A SON
SO LEMME KICK IT JUST A MINUTE FOR MY DAD AND MY MUM
THEY WAITED EVERY DAY TO GET A CALL FROM THE COPS
CAUSE I’D BE SPRAYIN’ MY NAME UP ON THE WALL AT THE SHOPS OR DOIN’RUN-UPS BACKRIDES AND WHOLE CAR BURNERS
DRIVIN’ DRUNK BEFORE I EVEN HAD MY LEARNERS
I EVEN STARTED WEARING GOLD AT THE POOL
BECAUSE I STOLE MY DAD’S WEED AND I SOLD IT AT SCHOOL
CLAIMED THAT I WAS RICH AND A HOUSE IN THE BAHAMAS
BUT SINCE THAT AINT THE CASE I GOTTA SAY ‘I’M SORRY MAMA!’ I CAN'T LIVE UP TO THE THINGS YOU EXPECT OF ME
SHIT I’VE BEEN TO CHRISSY DINNERS TRIPPIN' ON ECSTASY LOSING MY SHIT SITTING NEXT TO MY NAN
SPINNING OUT ABOUT THE TEXTURE OF THE HAM LIKE 'GODDAMN' THEN THERE’S OTHER TIMES I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD
FOR THE STUPID ENDEAVORS I THOUGHT WERE GOOD FOR MY CRED
WHICH AINT BEEN THAT SMART BUT I’M MAKING A START
BECAUSE I KNOW IT’S PROBABLY BREAKING YOUR HEART

I’M A BAD SON, I’M A BAD FRIEND, I’M A BAD LOVER

WELL NOW MAYBE YOUR
ACQUAINTED WITH A MATE WHO’LL KEEP SURFING YOUR COUCH
AND LURKIN ROUND YOUR HOUSE TIL YOUR TURFING HIM OUT
HE’LL NEVER HAVE A TWENTY WHEN THE BILLS ARE DUE
BUT YOU CAN BET HE’LL HAVE PLENTY WHEN THERE'S PILLS AND BOOZE
BUT THEN EVEN THEN YOU MEET HIM AT THE PUB FOR A DRINK YOU’LL BE SHOUTING EVERY ROUND TIL YOU STOP AND YOU THINK
THAT TO COVER THIS CHEAP BUM IS GETTING EXPENSIVE
CAUSE THE MOTHERFUCKER KEEPS ON STRETCHING THE FRIENDSHIP
AND THEN IT SNAPS WELL THIS IS WHERE I'M AT
BUT I'VE TOLD MY MATES THAT SOMEDAY I'M GONNA PAY EM ALL BACK
EVERY CENT CAUSE I'M GONNA BE RICH ALTHOUGH
'THE SURVEY SAYS 'YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT BRO'
AND CAUSE I'M SITTING HERE SPARKING A JOINT
WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S WEED I CAN'T ARGUE THE POINT
I OWE A BUCKET OF DOUGH AND GOT NOTHING TO SHOW
EXCEPT THE FACT THAT I JUST SUCK AS A BRO

I’M A BAD SON, I’M A BAD FRIEND, I’M A BAD LOVER

ONE OF THESE DAYS I'M A MAKE IT UP TO YOU
GONNA SHOUT THE WHOLE CREW JUST OUT THE BLUE
WHEN EXACTLY I CAN'T SAY BUT THE TIMES GONNA COME ONE DAY
SOMEDAY IT'S GONNA ALL BE SWEET
CAUSE I'M A OWN THE WHOLE STREET AND THE PENTHOUSE SUITE I'LL GET IT HAPPENING AS QUICK AS I CAN
AS SOON AS I CAN THINK OF A PLAN

NOW WHEN I SAY THAT I’M A BAD LOVER DON’T GET IT TWISTED
ANY MOMENT THAT YOU WISH IT I COULD BONE YOU LIKE A BRISKET
IT DON’T MEAN I’M SADISTIC OR MALICIOUS IT’S JUST THAT
I’M A GET YOU WISHIN’ MISSIONARY NEVER EXISTED
I GUESS THE HITCH IS ALL THE REST OF THE STUFF
SUPPOSEDLY I’M NOT EMOTIONALLY INVESTED ENOUGH
BECAUSE IN EACH AND EVERY CASE IN WHICH I’M FACING A
RELATIONSHIP
I FIND A WAY TO CHANGE A LADY TO A CRAZY BITCH
WITH MY ANTICS A HOPELESS ROMANTIC
WITH HOPELESS AS THE OPERATIVE WORD IN MY SEMANTICS
SO TO THE LADIES WHO MISSED THE DISCLAIMER JUST
LISTEN TO THE HOOK AGAIN MISSY TELL ‘EM LANEOUS

I’M A BAD SON, I’M A BAD FRIEND, I’M A BAD LOVER

(SOMEBODY SAY) EVIL - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

WHEN I WAS A
KID I USED TO HANG OUT IN THE VALLEY OF FORTITUDE
AND ROUTINELY SLAUGHTER DUDES
ON THE MIC SOME WERE TRYNA BITE
BUT NONE OF THEM WERE BRINGING THE RIGHT VIBE TO FIGHT NIGHT
SO AS A ZEITGEIST SUCKER MC’S
WHO GOT BEAT WERE LIKE ‘FUCK YOU EDDIE’
TIL ‘FUCK YOU EDDIE’ BECAME A KINDA CATCH CRY
FOR WACK RAPPERS ON MY JAPS EYE AND THAT’S WHY
FOR YEARS NOW I BEEN STUCK WITH THE NAME
THEY CALL ME ‘EVIL’ AND I’M COMING JUST TO FUCK WITH YOUR BRAIN
‘SAY MY NAME SAY MY NAME’ FOR SICK RAPS
AND I’LL COME RUNNIN’ TO BITCH SLAP
SO IF THAT SHIT YA CALL MUSIC COULD DO WITH SOME BALLS
YOU MOTHERFUCKERS KNOW WHO TO CALL

SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'

I’M GUESSING I WAS BORN WITH A BAD MANS BRAINS
AND WITH FADS AND FAME THERE AINT A DAMN THING CHANGED
STILL A FUCKIN’ MAD MAN KILLING ON STAGE
AND I WILL UNTIL I’M HITTIN’ OLD AGE ‘BOLD CLAIM’
FOR SHIT SURE BUT YOU KNOW I’M GONNA BACK IT UP
STACKIN’ UP MC’S FOR BEING WACK AS FUCK
I’LL FILL THE BACK OF MY TRUCK UP WITH YOUR SLAUGHTERED CORPSES AND LEAVE EM ON YOUR MOTHER’S PORCHES
RESPECTIVELY FOR TESTIN’ ME
I SAID I GOT THE ‘POISON I GOT THE REMEDY’ STEP TO ME
AND THEN I’LL START VISITING YOUR KINFOLK
CAUSE I GOT A THING FOR MATURE AGED WOMEN SO
UNLESS YOU WANNA SEE ME NOBBING YA MUM
YOU BETTER SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS

SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'

SOME PEOPLE CALL ME EVIL
SOME PEOPLE CALL ME STRANGE
I DUNNO WHY THEY’RE PICKIN ON ME FOR
BUT WHAT THE HELL I’M GONNA ROLL WITH THE NAME
SOME PEOPLE CALL ME EVIL
SOME PEOPLE CALL ME STRANGE
I'M JUST A REGULAR GUY
WHO MAY BE A LITTLE DERANGED
JUST A LITTLE, JUST A LITTLE

SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'
SOMEBODY SAY EVIL EVERYBODY 'EVIL'

DOING WHAT I GOTTA DO - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

YOU KNOW I NEVER SANG A LYRIC THAT I DIDN’T BELIEVE IN
AND NEVER WILL UNTIL I STOP BREATHING
SO THIS IS FOR THE HEATHENS CURSING ME THE HELL OUT
YOU NEED TO CHECK YOUR DEFINITION OF A SELL OUT BITCH
YOU KNOW I’VE ONLY MADE ART STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART
IT’S BEEN THE SAME WAY FROM THE START
MAN I’VE PLAYED EVERY CARD DEALT TO ME THE BEST I COULD
AND I STILL FEEL BLESSED TO PUT
MY THOUGHTS AND MY FEELINGS INTO MY MUSIC
THAT’S WHY I DON’T ABUSE IT WHEN I WRITE NEW SHIT
BUT IF I WRITE A HUGE HIT YOU’LL SAY I’VE GONE COMMERCIAL
AND WONDER WHY I’M TAKING IT PERSONAL
FIRST OF ALL I HAVEN’T USED ANY HELP
THAT COMPROMISED ME BEING TRUE TO MYSELF
SO THERE’S NO LESS OF A FUCK THAN THE ONE I GIVE
FOR YOUR OPINION ON HOW I LIVE WHEN I’M

DOIN WHAT I GOT TO DO TO MAKE ENDS MEET
YOU GOT THE HOUSE AND THE POOL AND I GOTTA EAT
SO BE IT HARSH OR CRUEL I DON’T MIND

YOU KNOW IF I CAME INTO YOUR WORK AFTER SIX CORONAS
TO CRITICIZE YOU ABOUT YOUR CHIRSTMAS BONUS
YOU’D WALK AWAY AND JUST THINK I’M A DICK
STILL YOU THINK IT’S OK TO GIMME SHIT AT A GIG
AND FOR WHAT? YOU’RE JEALOUS OF MY VAST CAREER
MAN I’VE WORKED IN A FACTORY THE LAST TWO YEARS
JUST SHIT-KICKING FOR MINIMUM WAGE
SO DON’T START THINKING WHEN YOU SEE ME ON STAGE
OR CAUSE MY CLIP IS ON RAGE THAT I’M RICH AND FAMOUS
LET ME EXPLAIN THIS AINT THE WAY THE GAME IS
TO ENTERTAIN IS TOO FEAST OR IT’S TO FAMINE
AND MOST DON’T MAKE ENOUGH DOUGH FOR PIZZA OUT OF RAPPIN
STILL YOU GIVE ME CRAP WHEN I GOT SOME KINDA HIT
EVEN THOUGH I SPIT WITHOUT COMPROMISING SHIT
YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT KEEPING IT REAL
I THINK YOU'RE BEEFING WITH ME CAUSE YOU'RE ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

I’M JUST DOIN WHAT I GOT TO DO TO MAKE ENDS MEET
YOU GOT THE HOUSE AND THE POOL AND I GOTTA EAT
SO BE IT HARSH OR CRUEL I DON’T MIND

I’VE ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LIVE AND I’M LIVING IT
CRITICIZE ALL YOU LIKE I DON’T GIVE A SHIT
CAUSE WHEN I’M UP ON THE MIC I’M JUST KILLING IT DEAD
YOU KNOW THAT I PAID MY DUES IN TRIPLICATE
LIKE THE HILLTOPS DID BACK IN THE THICK OF IT
NOW I’M ANTIDOTE FOR ALL THE SHIT YOUR BEING FED
AND I’M DOIN WHAT I’VE GOT TO
DOIN WHAT I'VE GOT TO
DOIN WHAT I'VE GOT TO
DOIN WHAT I'VE GOT TO

AINT LOVE GRAND – WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

WELL I BEEN STALKING YOU AGAIN ON THE INTERNET
CAUSE I NEVER SEE YOU IN THE FLESH EVER SINCE YA LEFT
AND I HAVEN’T JUST MISS THE SEX IT GOES DEEPER
YOU’RE MY LOLITA SENIORITA
MY HEART KNOWS A KEEPER WHEN HE MEETS HER
BUT NOW WE DON’T SPEAK I CAN’T REACH YA
BY PHONE OR TEXT YOU GIMME NO RESPECT
AND I ONLY GUESS WHO YOU’LL BE BONING NEXT
SO LIKE AN OPEN INSPECTION
I’M CHECKING THROUGH YOUR FACEBOOK PHOTO COLLECTIONS
GOING OVER EXPRESSIONS I CATCH IN YOUR FACE
THAT PROVE YOUR NEW LIFE IS A HAPPIER PLACE
AND EVERY SNAP’S LIKE A SLAP IN THE FACE
HARDER THAN THE LAST YOU PARTY NOW AND LAUGH
WHILE PART OF ME DISCARDS ALL FEELING TO COPE
THE OTHER HALF OF ME STILL HOLDS ONTO HOPE

BUT NOW I’M SITTING HERE WITH SADNESS TAKING OVER
I SHOULDN’T DRINK BUT I CAN’T STAND IT BEING SOBER
I GOT A BOTTLE OF HYPNOTICS IN MY HAND
THINKING AINT LOVE GRAND

OF A DAY I WAKE UP TO BLACKNESS
PHYSICALLY TRAPPED AS IF STRAPPED TO THE MATTRESS
CAUSE I’M AT THIS CROSSROAD WITH LOST HOPE
IN ALL DIRECTIONS BROKEN BY REJECTION
I’M A STRANGER TO RAZOR BLADES
EXCEPT FOR WHEN I BLOOD LET I’M MY OWN SUBJECT
IN A BEDROOM BLOODFEST SET TO DUBSTEP
AND I BET YOU COULDN’T GIVE A FUCK LESS
IT’S EVEN HARD TO BELIEVE FROM THE START WE AGREED
TO WEAR OUR HEARTS ON OUR SLEEVE
NOW THAT I’M ERASING THE PAST WITH A SWEET COMBINATION
OF VODKA AND SLEEP MEDICATION
FOR THE DEEP MEDITATION IT GIVES ME
IS GOOD ENOUGH TO NEED NEVER WAKE FROM IT LIFTS ME
CAUSE WHEN I START REMINISCING AND SUCH
ABOUT YOUR KISS AND YOUR TOUCH
WELL I THINK I JUST MISS YOU TOO MUCH

AND NOW I’M SITTING HERE WITH SADNESS TAKING OVER
I SHOULDN’T DRINK BUT I CAN’T STAND IT BEING SOBER
I GOT A BOTTLE OF HYPNOTICS IN MY HAND
THINKING AINT LOVE GRAND

I KNOW YOU’VE LEFT ME TO YEARN
AND THAT YOU’LL NEVER RETURN
AND SO FOREVER I’LL BURN
FOR YOU AND TRY TO LET GO
I’VE GOT A BELLY FULL OF PILLS
AND I’M READY FOR THE KILL
LOSING BREATH AND LYING STILL
I FEEL THE FIRE BELOW

AND NOW I’M SITTING HERE WITH SADNESS TAKING OVER
I SHOULDN’T DRINK BUT I CAN’T STAND IT BEING SOBER
I GOT A BOTTLE OF HYPNOTICS IN MY HAND
THINKING AINT LOVE GRAND

PARANOID - WELCOME TO FLAVOUR COUNTRY

THE OLD MAN WHO LIVES ACROSS FROM ME I SWEAR THAT HE’S BEEN WATCHING ME
JUST LIKE A STALKER HE’S BEEN GAWKING AT ME CONSTANTLY
I’LL LOOK ACROSS AND HE’LL BE SITTING IN HIS STOOP
STARING DEAD AHEAD AS IF TO WITNESS EVERY MOVE THAT I MAKE
I LIE AWAKE AND TRY TO WORK OUT WHAT THE DEAL IS
LIKE MAYBE HE’S DEMENTED CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE HIS PILL IS
THE RUMOUR MILLERS SAID HE WAS A MILITARY SPY
TIL THE NIGHT HE PUT SOME BULLETS IN HIS CHILDREN AND HIS WIFE
THEY SAID FROM ALL THE PRESSURE THAT HE KINDA LOST THE PLOT
AND THAT HE’S BEEN IN PRISON SINCE HIS WIFE AND KIDS WERE SHOT
THE STORY MADE ME NERVOUS SO ONE NIGHT I RANG THE COPS
TRYNA FIND OUT IF THIS PENSIONERS A PSYCHOPATH OR WHAT
THE COPPERS CHECKED THE FILE AND SAID AS FREAKY AS HE SEEMED
AS FAR AS THEY COULD TELL THIS GUY WAS SQUEAKY FUCKING CLEAN
THEY SAID HE’D NEVER HAD A TICKET OR CHEATED ON HIS TAX
AND THEY’RE PROFESSIONAL OPINION WAS I NEED TO JUST RELAX BECAUSE I’M PARANOID

BUT JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE PARANID
DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT COMING TO GET YOU
JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE PARANID
DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT COMING TO GET YOU

SO AS I’M HANGING UP THE PHONE I’M HEARING ALL THE COPPERS LAUGH
LIKE SOME KINDA GIANT JOKE WAS GOING ON ON MY BEHALF
THEY TOLD ME I WAS CRAZY BUT EVEN MORE SUSPICIOUS
WAS MY PHONE TOOK ON A BUZZ LIKE IT WAS BUGGED AND FULL OF GLITCHES
AND SINCE I’M ALWAYS THINKING I COULD HARDLY GET TO SLEEP
BUT THEN A CAR I’D NEVER SEEN JUST STARTED PARKING ON MY STREET
AND EVERYWHERE I WENT I FELT LIKE SOMEBODY WOULD FOLLOW ME
I’D STOP AND NOTICE THERE WAS CHOPPERS OVER TOP OF ME
AND COPPERS IN MY REAR VIEW EVERYTIME I’D PEER THROUGH
WAS BLOCKING CALLS PLUS THE WATER TASTED WEIRD TOO
FOR LACK OF SLEEP AND THOUGHT I OUGHT SEE THE DOC
SO I SAW I AND TOLD HIM BOUT THE STALKER AND THE COPS
I ASKED IF HE COULD WRITE A SCRIPT FOR SHIT TO KNOCK ME OUT
JUST TO DEAL WITH ALL THE UNDERCOVER PIGS AROUND MY HOUSE
HE SAID I’M EITHER CRAZY OR I TEETERED ON THE BRINK
AND HIS PROFESSIONAL OPINION WAS I NEED TO SEE A SHRINK
BECAUSE I’M PARANOID

BUT JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE PARANID
DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT COMING TO GET YOU
JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE PARANID
DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT COMING TO GET YOU

SO I LEFT THE DOCTORS OFFICE FEELING REALLY ON THE EDGE
KNOWING NO-ONE THAT I’D SPOKEN TO BELEIVED IN WHAT I SAID
AND THEN IT CLICKED THE REALISATION LOCKED INTO PERSPECTIVE
THAT THE PENSIONER THE DOCTOR AND THE COPS WE’RE ALL CONNECTED
THEY TOLD ME I WAS NUTS WHEN I DISCOVERED THEY WERE TAILING
TRYNA KEEP ME IN SUBMISSION WHILE JUST UNDER THEY’RE SURVEILANCE
PROBABLY CAUSE THEY KNOW I KNOW THEY KNOW I KNOW THE TRUTH
ABOUT THIS FRAUDULANT DEMOCRACY BECAUSE I’VE GOT THE PROOF
SO MIDNIGHT AT MY CRIB I STARTED WATCHING THOUGH THE CURTAINS
AND CAUSE THE JIG WAS UP I THOUGHT THEY’D TOP ME NOW FOR CERTAIN
DETERMINED THAT I’D TAKE SOMEBODY WITH ME WHEN I GO
I THOUGHT WHO BETTER THAN THE STALKER PRICK ACROSS THE ROAD
SO I SNUCK INTO THE BACK OF HIS HOUSE JUST LIKE A THEIF HAD THE HANDLE OF MY JACK ABOUT TO DO HIM IN HIS SLEEP
AND THEN THE FLOOR CREAKED AS I REACHED HIM WITH THE IRON ROD
AND THAT’S WHEN I SAW HIS GUIDE DOG
I THINK I’M FUCKING PARANOID

BUT JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE PARANID
DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT COMING TO GET YOU
JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE PARANID
DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT COMING TO GET YOU

DE-SEX YOUR EX - DE-SEX YOUR EX EP

IF YOU'RE DEPRESSED BECAUSE YOUR SO LOVESICK
THAT YOU DON’T KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO
YOUR LOVERS LEFT FOR SOMEONE NEW
AND YOU JUST FEEL SO SAD AND BLUE
THAT YOU COULD BID THIS WORLD ADIEU
THEN PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER IT’S NOT WORTH IT
TO LET YOUR BREAK UP GET YOU DOWN
JUST CAUSE YOUR EX IS MESSIN’ ROUND
THERE’S RETRIBUTION TO BE FOUND
AND YOU’LL GET EVEN CAUSE THEIR SKEEZING
GIVES YOU REASONABLE GROUNDS TO JUST

DE-SEX YOUR EX INSTEAD OF GUESSING WHO THEY GET WITH NEXT I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX FOLLOW THROUGH WITH A VOODOO HEX
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX DO IT FOR YOUR SELF-RESPECT
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX

SEE YOU COULD KILL THEM CAUSE YOU’RE SO ANGRY
SINCE HAVING HEARD THEY’RE GETTING LAID
BUT NOW THAT MURDER’S SO CLICHÉD
YOU’LL NEED THEM CASTRATED OR SPAYED
JUST TO FORGET THEY’D EVER STRAYED
THEN IF YOU’RE SENTIMENTAL
YOU MAKE A TROPHY IN CELEBRATION OF REVENGE
FROM ALL THE FLESHY ODDS AND ENDS
AND GIVE YOUR SELF A CHANCE TO MEND
BEFORE THEY PEAK AS SUPER-FREAK
AND NEED TO SLEEP WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS SO JUST

DE-SEX YOUR EX INSTEAD OF GUESSING WHO THEY GET WITH NEXT
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX FOLLOW THROUGH WITH A VOODOO HEX
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX DO IT FOR YOUR SELF-RESPECT IS SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX

DO THEY CALL IT CRUELTY
WHEN YOU DO IT TO YOUR PETS? ‘NO’
YOU DO IT CAUSE YOU LOVE THEM
BUT THEY’VE GOT NO COMMON SENSE
JUST TELL THE JURY
YOU DID IT IN SELF DEFENSE ‘YEAH’
TELL THE STORY AND THEY’LL SEE
THAT IT ALL MAKES SENSE TO JUST

DE-SEX YOUR EX

DE-SEX YOUR EX AND FEED THE OFF-CUTS TO YOUR PETS
DE-SEX YOUR EX THEN SELL YOUR STORY TO THE PRESS
DE-SEX YOUR EX THEN GO AND SMOKE SOME CRYSTAL METH
DE-SEX YOUR EX JUST TO GET IT OFF YOUR CHEST

IN IT FOR THE MONEY - DE-SEX YOUR EX EP

LIGHTEN UP SWEETHEART
SURGERY’S OVER
YOU’VE GOT A BRAND NEW START
A NEW LEAF HAS BEEN TURNED OVER
YOU’VE HAD THE BEST OF ALL THE SURGEONS
THE WORKMANSHIP IS GREAT
NOW IT’S LIKE YOUR BIRTHDAY
TIME TO CUT THE CAKE
CAUSE COME THIS TIME TOMORROW THE WORLD WILL SEE THE LIES AND KNOW YOUR KIND TOO WELL

CAUSE WHEN YOU’RE IN IT FOR THE MONEY
AND FOR NOTHING AND NO-ONE ELSE
YOU’VE GOT TO WATCH YOUR UNDERSTUDY
AND LIE TO EVERY LOVER YOU KILL
TO TAKE THE PRIZE

SO TIGHTEN UP SWEETHEART
GO GET MADE OVER
FROM NOW YOU’VE GOTTA KEEP GUARD
AND NEVER LET THE MARK LEAVE SOBER
YOU’VE GOTTA STRETCH YOUR FIELD OF VISION
AND KEEP IT OPEN WIDE
NEVER LET THE ANIMAL
KNOW THEY LIVE THE LIE
CAUSE COME THIS TIME TOMORROW THERE’LL BE A BRIGHTER SPARK AND YOU’LL BE HARDER TO SELL

CAUSE WHEN YOU’RE IN IT FOR THE MONEY
AND FOR NOTHING AND NO-ONE ELSE
YOU’VE GOT TO WATCH YOUR UNDERSTUDY
AND LIE TO EVERY LOVER YOU KILL

BUT STILL WHEN I LOOK AT YOUR FACE I SEE MONEY
GOING TO SUCH A WASTE IT’S NOT FUNNY
CAUSE NO MATTER WHAT YOU PAY TO SUCK THE GUT IN
THERE’S STILL SO MANY FUCKED UP WAYS YOU’RE JUST A GLUTTON

YOUR TIME IS UP SWEETHEART
YOU’VE HAD YOUR ROLL IN THE CLOVER
AND THOUGH YOU’VE GOT YOUR STREET SMARTS
THE FISH HAS SPIT YOU OUT LIKE JONAH
BUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN
INSTEAD OF ON THE LAND
I GUESS THEY MUST HAVE NOTICED
THE VESTED SLIGHT OF HAND
AND NOW YOUR THOUGHTS WILL CIRCLE
AND HUNT YOU LIKE THE SHARK
BUT TAKE YOU PIECE AT A TIME

CAUSE WHEN YOU’RE IN IT FOR THE MONEY
AND FOR NOTHING AND NO-ONE ELSE
YOU’VE GOT TO WATCH YOUR UNDERSTUDY
AND LIE TO EVERY LOVER YOU KILL
TO TAKE THE PRIZE

FUCK A WAR - DE-SEX YOUR EX EP

MOTHERFUCK A WAR THAT'S HOW I FEEL
SENDIN THE DIGGERS TO THE DESERT TO BE KILLED
CAUSE TWO SUCKAS CAN'T AGREE ON SOMETHING
A THOUSAND MOTHERFUCKERS DIE FOR NOTHING
YOU CAN'T PAY ME TO JOIN AN ARMY CAMP
OR ANY OTHER MOTHERFUCKIN' MILITARY BRANCH
OF THE UNITED GODDMAN STATES OF THAT BITCH AMERICA
BE A SOLDIER, WHAT FOR?
THEY PUTTIN' DIGGAS ON THE FRONT LINE
BUT WHEN IT COMES TO GETTIN' AHEAD THEY PUT US RIGHT BEHIND
I AIN'T GETTIN' MY LEG SHOT OFF
WHILE BUSH CAN LAUGH ON T.V. PLAYIN' GOLF
BUT WHEN YOU COME TO MY HOUSE WITH THAT DRAFT SHIT
I'M A SHOOT YOUR FUNKY ASS BITCH
A DIGGA MIGHT DIE FOR A BRAWL
BUT AIN'T FIGHTIN' BEHIND NO GODDAMN OIL
AGAINST MOTHERFUCKAS I DON'T KNOW
YO BUSH! I AIN'T YOUR DAMN HOE
THE ENEMY IS RIGHT HERE G
THEM FOREIGNERS NEVER DID SHIT TO ME
ALL OF THOSE WASTED LIVES
AND ONLY ONE OR TWO GET RECOGNIZED
BUT WHAT GOOD IS A MEDAL WHEN YOUR DEAD?
TELL UNCLE SAM I SAID

I AIN'T GOIN' TO WAR FOR A SHIT TALKIN' PRESIDENT
'FUCK FUCK FUCK A WAR'
I AIN'T GOIN' TO WAR FOR A SHIT TALKIN' PRESIDENT
'FUCK FUCK FUCK A WAR'

IN VIETNAM A LOT OF DIGGAS DIED YOUNG
P.O.W.'S GOT HUNG
WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW ABOUT A GRENADE
ALL I KNOW IS THE COPS AND MY 12 GAUGE
AND WHAT IF THAT PIN GETS STUCK?
SEVERAL MORE CASUALTIES SHOW UP
THIS SHIT REMINDS ME OF A DRIVE-BY
MORE MOTHERFUCKERS DIE BY ACCIDENT THAN ON PURPOSE WHY?
CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY DOIN'
THEY SEE THE COAST IS CLEAR AND THEY START PERSUIN'
AND THAT'S WHEN THAT BOOBY TRAP SPRINGS
BOOM! BLOW A MOTHERFUCKER TO SMITHEREENS
THEN SEND A SUCKER TO YOUR FOLKS, LOOKIN' STUPID
TELLIN' THEM YOU DIED IN THE LINE OF DUTY
OR YOUR ARSE IS MISSING IN ACTION BRO
TRYIN' TO BE A DAMN HERO
THEY BRING YOUR FOLKS THAT DUFFLE BAG
THE ONLY SHIT THEY WANNA SEE IS THAT DOGGY TAG
HOPIN' THAT THE WORRYIN' WILL CEASE
AND YOUR ARSE WILL STILL BE IN ONE DAMN PIECE
BUT MY MOM AIN'T GOTTA WORRY ABOUT THAT THERE
CAUSE I AIN'T DYIN' IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
ANOTHER STATISTIC, A BODY IN A DRAWER
MAN! MOTHER FUCK A WAR

I AIN'T GOIN' TO WAR FOR A SHIT TALKIN' PRESIDENT
'FUCK FUCK FUCK A WAR'
I AIN'T GOIN' TO WAR FOR A SHIT TALKIN' PRESIDENT
'FUCK FUCK FUCK A WAR'

TO EAT SHIT OUT A CAN LIKE A WORM
AND EVERYDAY WEAR THE SAME FUCKIN' UNIFORM
WITH SORES BREAKIN' OUT ON MY FUNKY ASS FEET
SKIN CRAWLIN' CAUSE I AIN'T HAD A BATH IN WEEKS
NOT KNOWIN' IF I'M COMIN' HOME OR NOT
AND IF I DO, I'LL PROBABLY BE SHELL SHOCKED
AND COULDN'T GET A JOB JUST A FREE BURIAL
YOU KNOW HOW UNCLE SAM TREAT'S VETERANS
ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT
GET A PLATE IN YOUR HEAD LOSE A LEG AND YOU MIGHT GET A CHECK
OR A GODDAMN STAR
YOU CAN HAVE THAT SHIT MOTHER FUCK A WAR

I AIN'T GOIN' TO WAR FOR A SHIT TALKIN' PRESIDENT
'FUCK FUCK FUCK A WAR'
I AIN'T GOIN' TO WAR FOR A SHIT TALKIN' PRESIDENT
'FUCK FUCK FUCK A WAR'

DE-SEX YOUR EX (BEWILDERBEATS RE-FIX) - DE-SEX YOUR EX EP

IF YOU'RE DEPRESSED BECAUSE YOU'RE SO LOVESICK
THAT YOU JUST DON'T KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO
EXCEPT TO BID THIS WORLD ADIEU
CAUSE YOU'VE BEEN LEFT FOR SOMEONE NEW
THEN PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER IT’S NOT WORTH IT
TO LET YOUR BREAK UP GET YOU DOWN
JUST CAUSE YOUR EX IS MESSIN’ ROUND
WHEN RETRIBUTION’S TO BE FOUND IF YOU

DE-SEX YOUR EX INSTEAD OF GUESSING WHO THEY GET WITH NEXT
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX FOLLOW THROUGH WITH A VOODOO HEX
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX DO IT FOR YOUR SELF-RESPECT
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX

SEE YOU COULD KILL THEM CAUSE YOUR SO ANGRY
BUT WHEN A MURDER’S TOO CLICHÉD
JUST TO FORGET THEY EVER STRAYED
YOU'L NEED THEM CASTRATED OR SPAYED
THEN IF YOU’RE SENTIMENTAL YOU MAKE A TROPHY
OF ALL THE FLESHY ODDS AND ENDS
BEFORE THEY SLEEP WITH ALL YOUR FRIENDS
AND ENVY DRIVES YOU ROUND THE BEND SO JUST

DE-SEX YOUR EX INSTEAD OF GUESSING WHO THEY GET WITH NEXT I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX FOLLOW THROUGH WITH A VOODOO HEX
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX DO IT FOR YOUR SELF-RESPECT
I SAID DE-SEX YOUR EX BRIDGE

DE-SEX YOUR EX