3OH!3 Album

Sweat, sweat, cos I’m a poisonous pill,
Pop me in your mouth baby, sit and be still,
Not yet, I ain’t through wit’ you girl,
Put me in your glass baby, give me a swirl.

I said sweat, sweat, cos I’m a poisonous pill,
Pop me in your mouth baby, sit and be still,
Not yet, I ain’t through wit’ you girl,
Put me in your glass baby, give me a swirl.

Don’t stop don’t let it (oh),
Freeze up your trembling lips,
Don’t you regret it (oh),
Cos you can bet that this won’t even ever happen again.

So hold me close tiny dancer,
The only thing I’ve got’s this electrorock cancer,
I saw a picture on the canvas,
Baby’s got a ciggy in her lip and knows she’s cancerous.

Yes, yes; in your tight white dress.
You’re all alone and I’m about to microphone check.
Oh yeah, prep the area here,
Shock, shock, electrorock and steady now; clear.

Yes, yes; in my tight white vest.
You’re all alone and I’m about to microphone check.
Oh yeah, prep the area here,
Shock, shock, electrorock and steady now clear.

I said sweat, sweat, cos I’m a poisonous pill,
Pop me in your mouth baby, sit and be still,
Not yet, I ain’t through wit’ you girl,
Put me in your glass baby, give me a swirl.

I am a static hat full of magic tricks,
You are kinetic, slow down baby,
Why you leavin’ so quick?

So hold me close tiny dancer,
The only thing I’ve got’s this electrorock answer,
I saw a picture on the canvas,
Baby’s got a ciggy in her lip and knows she’s cancerous.

Yes, yes; in your tight white dress.
You’re all alone and I’m about to microphone check.
Oh yeah, prep the area here,
Shock, shock, electrorock and steady now clear.

Yes, yes; in my tight white vest.
You’re all alone and I’m about to microphone check.
Oh yeah prep the area here,
Shock, shock, electrorock and steady now clear.

Steady now, steady, steady now
Steady now, steady, steady now
Steady now, Steady, Steady now
Steady now, Steady, Steady now clear

I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block

I got yo' dogs on a collar, balla
So how you like that?
Chokechain for their necks, and I don't think they bite back
Woof woof - How they howl
Give some chow, they bout to growl
Little dogs will kill you dude, as soon as you let 'em out

Purebred (Purebred)
Got 'em with the nice coat
Your head (Your head)
When I get them at the right throat
Dig deep(dig deep)
Shock collars on their necks
You fuck with 3OH!3, and motherfuckas know they next

Now get yo' drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
Getcha getcha drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)

I got a chokechain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - chockchain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - Chokechain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar ( sh-sh-shock collar)
I got a choke chain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar (sh-sh-shock collar)

I got my woof from a white teen - He won't bite me
Fuckin with me, and you'll get bitten most likely
Howlin' at the moon - growling at the lightning
ugh - this thing is mad frightening
We got the drum hits, tell your kid to get a bit a etiquette
Before he splits his seed to try to spit a bit of rhetoric
You gotta sa-say, g-g-go put it away
Yeah we be runnin' the game, now it's all one in the same

Now get yo' drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
Getcha getcha drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)

I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block

I got a chokechain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - chockchain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - Chokechain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar ( sh-sh-shock collar)
I got a choke chain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar (sh-sh-shock collar)

He was so clean,
Yeah, he was so clean,
Bathed himself in bleach until he was completely soaking,
His hands were sore,
Oh yeah, they were so sore,
He scrubbed so hard he wiped the tiles off the floor,
His mop, was fancy,
Oh yeah, it was so fancy,
You should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing

N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47,
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47

Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine,
There was never a wrench thrown into the gears

Pant legs creased,
Never know, dirt on the barrel,
Increase the burn of fire 'til his body's clean and sterile,
Fingernails trimmed,
He is completely primmed and preep(?),
Wears the rubber gloves and he is careful what he eats,
There's plastic on the furniture,
By nature, he's a skeptic,
Unsure about the air outside so he seals of all the exits,
Lysol's life-long member,
He's always been so clean,
His food is specially packaged, sealed, and quarantined

N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47,
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47,
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47,
N-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47, baby, n-e-a-t-f-r-e-a-k47,

Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine,
There was never a wrench thrown into the gears
Perfectly clean, he was a well-oiled machine,
There was never a wrench thrown into the gears
(you should have seen the way he cleaned it all when he was dancing)

Get your hands up
The sky's falling, get your hands up
It's the apocalypse got a mouth full of lambs blood
The dam broke down,
The whole town flooded
Your man couldn't cut it got his fake ass gutted
He uttered something monotone under his breath
Now he's out first round with his hand on his chest
Must've been a cardiac
Now he's searchin' for his Pontiac
To get back to a ??
To brush up on his battle rap
We hit the hi-hats and make it clap
We wear plaid after Labor Day and still get ass
We're high-class, lowbrow, over-blown beats
Cloggin' my arteries in the drive-thru at Arby's

I love Rock 'N Roll,
So put another dime in the jukebox baby!
I love Rock 'N Roll,
Put another dime and dance with me!

Get your hands clappin'
The aliens have landed get your hands clappin'
Damn I'm dope
Been rockin' since a zygote
It wont stop the ?? opening for/with ??
'Cause everybody knows that I've been backin' the fans
My rhymes touch more kids than Michael Jackson's hands
I'm iller than thriller,
Stiffer than a zombie
Gagged with Abercrombie while your girl rides up on me
Then I'm callin' up your sister and we're cuddlin' to Amelie
(ohh!)
So you think you can rap?
So you walk 8 miles and you think you can rap?
That's cuter than the Olsens pre ?? crack
Or havin' a teddy bear tattooed up on your back!

I love Rock 'N Roll,
So put another dime in the jukebox baby!
I love Rock 'N Roll,
Put another dime and dance with me!

Tongue in cheek till a hole burns out her mouth,
And fingers crossed like the promise of cub scouts,
And we know that the picture in her heart shaped locket,
Is far from an inanimate object.
She’s as dark as the blood pulsing under her skin,
Still afraid of the boogey man under her bed,
And we know that the ashes in the urn was a person,
And we never should have burned him.

Shake it, shake it like you bouts to get paid,
Boom slaggaboom, like you gots a peg leg.

I’m game, you’re game; you’re the main attraction,
And the way you fit your jeans it makes me ready for action.
Break it down to a fraction,
I’m doing decimal subtraction to find a reaction.

This is for the C-O 3-O-3, my people,
We’ve got the music that you can’t stand still to,
And even if you don’t dance,
I’ve gotta get you out and take this chance,

I caught her cornering the pictures in her purse,
A white reflection of the window of his hearse,
And she knows not to be another wife in waiting,
So she’s just a widow that I’m dating.
Rolled up sleeves with a carton in it’s fold,
A rusted chain with a cross that once was gold,
And I look from a distance as the coffin closes,
And disappears below the roses.

Shake it, shake it like you bouts to get paid,
Boom slaggaboom, like you gots a peg leg.

This is for the C-O 3-0-3, my people,
We’ve got the music that you can’t stand still to,
And even if you don’t dance,
I’ve gotta get you out and take this chance.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, colorado, what?! mother fucker, 303, new shit,
what place, yeah, yeah, jacob leaver, 303, king the strong man,
ballerado bitch! yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, new shit,
uh, what play, uh, 303, uh, check it, uh,
he was born in a stable, different song same label, never bangin' the same hoe, iced out 'cause we able, motherfucka take that, motherfucka fake rat, my styles so gangster bitch,
and laid back, back, back, back, your pussy crew, will get smack,
you fuck with us, you get hit with bass back, motherfucka g'ed up,
straight from the feet up, roll around and get your 'cedes straight g'ed up,
d cups is what we bangin from these knees front, drive bys and we poppin' with the c dups,
(say'dem) say'dem up, say'dem up, (up) get 'em up, get 'em, up, (say'dem) say'dem up, say'dem up,
(up) when you get to the club, throw 'em up, throw 'em up, (say'dem) say'dem up, say'dem up, (up) get 'em up, get 'em up,
(say'dem) say'dem up, say'dem up, (up) when your in the club, throw 'em up, throw 'em up,
Say'dem up, Say'dem up
Say'dem up, Say'dem up
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Straight up, get your motherfuckin' girl made up, take her to the club, get her played up
say what, I stay thug, take you to the hoop, Im fuckin' laid up, stay prod,
big sluts, motherfucker, go get your girl trained up, chained up, bad dog,
I'm the only gangster that can play it thug, get it up, (what) keep it up,
what, get your pussy ass up in the club, shake your ass, (what) get cha spanked,
(what) it's great style up in the class, fuck the boy, (what) break the rules,
(what) I gotta go fuck the girls, so strongman, (what) leaver,
(what) makes that sound unbeated, (say'dem) say'dem up, say'dem up,
(up) get 'em up, get 'em up, (say'dem) say'dem up, say'dem up,
(up) when you get to the club, throw 'em up, throw 'em up,
Say'dem up, Say'dem up
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Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, what, 303, holla', holla', new shit, colorado, jacob leaver, yeah,
king the strong man, what, motherfucker, 303, 303, motherfucker, 303, yeah, yeah, motherfuckin' bitch, blah, blah, blah!

She can heal you
With the tip of her tongue
And she?s been eating children
Like the wolves eat their young

She can heal you
With the tip of her tongue
And she?s been eating children
Like the wolves eat their young

She's got a wolf t-shirt
A eagle sweatshirt
A bison handkerchief
A dragon backpack

She's got a wolf t-shirt
A eagle sweatshirt
A bison handkerchief
A dragon backpack

She can heal you
With the tip of her tongue
And she?s been eating children
Like the wolves eat their young

She can heal you
With the tip of her tongue
And she?s been eating children
Like the wolves eat their young

She's got a wolf t-shirt
A eagle sweatshirt
A bison handkerchief
A dragon backpack

She's got a wolf t-shirt
A eagle sweatshirt
A bison handkerchief
A dragon backpack

She's got a wolf t-shirt
A eagle sweatshirt
A bison handkerchief
A dragon backpack

She's got a wolf t-shirt
A eagle sweatshirt
A bison handkerchief
A dragon backpack

I'm hot, baby, you're hot,
Oh! So why not, baby, why not,
Uh uh uh, I'm hot, baby, you're hot,
No no, Oh! Why not, so baby, why not,
Oh yea, I'm hot, baby, you're hot,
Yea yea, Oh! Why not, so baby, why not,
Uh uh uh, I'm hot, baby, you're hot,
Oh! So why not, baby, why not?

Gazes meeting in the middle of a dance floor,
My lips anticipating,
Come here and move it, baby, show me what you're made for,
Oh, so long that I've been waiting,
I'm sweating bullets, baby, don't know what to do now,
So hot in here, I'm fainting,
Like little children, baby, waiting for the school bell,
My fingers finger-painting,

And I know you wanted me,
My picture in a magazine,
You know I was lookin' at you,
A table set just for two,
I know you wanted me,
My picture in a magazine,
You know I was lookin' at you,
A table set just for two,

And I know you wanted me,
My picture in a magazine,
You know I was lookin' at you,
A table set just for two,
I know you wanted me,
My picture in a magazine,
You know I was lookin' at you,
A table set just for two,
And I know you wanted me,
My picture in a magazine,
You know I was lookin' at you,
A table set just for two,
And I know you wanted me,
My picture in a magazine,
You know I was lookin' at you,
A table set just for two

I'm not coming to your party, girl.
No, no, girl.
I ain't gonna come to your party.
No I ain't, girl.
No, I'm not coming to your party, girl.
I'm not gonna make it over there, girl.
I ain't gonna make it your party.
Whooo, yeah.

Why would I show up?
Just to see what I cant have?
Why don't you grow up?
[Ohhh..] Dump your douche and get a man.
It's all the same,
[Ohhh..] Every time I see you there.
I've gone insane,
[Aww..] & Now I'm pulling out my hair.

[Ohh..] Now baby,
You're such a drag.
[Ohh..] You tie me up and kick me down,
[Ughh..] I'm getting mad
[Ohh..] Go find yourself another clown.
You poison me.
[Ughh..] Your rich venom in my veins.
You're boiling me..
[Aww..] & Now I'm penning in the pains.

I don't know if I told you yet' but, uhhh'
Yeah, I'm not coming to your party, girl.
Uh-uh, girl.
No, no, I'm not coming to your party.
I'm not gonna make it over there.
I'm not gonna make it your little get-together, baby.
No, no, no
I'm not gonna come to your fiesta, girl.
I'm not gonna make it, girl.

I wont be dancing with you, girl.
No I'll be dancing alone.
I wont be dancing with you, girl.
No I'll be dancing alone.
[Whooo, ughhh']
I wont be dancing with you, girl.
No I'll be dancing alone, alone, alone, alone.
I wont be dancing with you, girl.
'Cause I'll be dancing alone.
I wont be dancing with you, baby.
I'll be dancing on my own.
I wont be dancing with you, girl.
I'll be dancing alone.
I wont be dancing with you now, baby.
I'll be dancing on my own.

Three-Oh [x12]
I'm 'a hit you from the back
I'm not coming to your party
Shake it, shake it, shake it like you-
Get your hands up
Take-take that
Mother fucker fake rap
I'm 'a hit you from the back
Choke chain
I'm hot baby you're hot
Poisonous pill
P-p-p-p-p-punk bitch
Colorado

(Day One) A chapel and glistening
(Day Three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach
(Day Six) A train that isn't whistling
(Day Ten) and I don't want to see you off again

We know the most crunk
Indie city choking chimney-sweeper,
Turn up your radio
the song we play will blow the speakers
don't stop whistlin'
to let them know what they've been missing
turn the jukebox on
the song we play will blow the system

(Day One) A chapel and glistening
(Day Three) The sun is shining on a perfect beach
(Day Six) A train that isn't whistlin
(Day Ten) and I don't want to see you off again

We know the most crunk
Indie city choking chimney-sweeper,
Turn up your radio
the song we play will blow the speakers
don't stop whistlin'
to let them know what they've been missing
turn the jukebox on
the song we play will blow the system

We know the most crunk
Indie city choking chimney-sweeper,
Turn up your radio
the song we play will blow the speakers
don't stop whistlin'
to let them know what they've been missing
turn your jukebox up
the song we play will blow the system

no ones been, no ones been
the cherry in that eye
and it's burning under my skin
carrying, carrying
the lady back to work
but that should be the first thing
no ones been, no ones been
the carpenter that I've been
building you this cabinet
burying burying
those heroes as they're gasping
but that should be the last thing