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Methods Of Mayhem
Methods Of Mayhem


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Nu Metal
Rap Metal
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Roadrunner Records
MCA Records
Associated acts Jane's Addiction
Rock Star Supernova
Mötley Crüe
Econoline Crush
The Panic Channel
Porno for Pyros
Banyan
Infectious Grooves
Members
Will Hunt
Tommy Lee
Kai Marcus
DJ Aero
Phil X
Marty O'Brien
Former members
TiLo
Marty O'Brien
Chris Chaney
Stephen Perkins
Mix Master Mike



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Methods Of Mayhem Album


Methods Of Mayhem (12/07/1999)
12/07/1999
1.
Who The Hell Cares (feat. Snoop Dogg)
2.
3.
4.
Get Naked (feat. Fred Durst, Lil' Kim, Mix Master Mike & George Clinton)
5.
New Skin (feat. Kid Rock - the single version features T-Lo instead of Kid Rock)
6.
Proposition Fuck You (feat. F.I.L.T.H.E.E. Immigrants)
7.
8.
9.
Narcotic (feat. Scott Kirkland)
10.
Mr. Onsomeothershits (feat. U-God)
11.
Spun (instrumental; feat. Scott Kirkland)
. . .


Tilo
Theory of relativity times spirutuality and drift back in my memory
searching for something sig-a-nificant deep with enemy I want travel
the world and the 7 seas adventure to the desert with some water
and plant a seed kick down some of my energy and now I can see
things that before I could never see a new dimension filled with
knowledge and harmony one brotha 2 anotha kick back and play a drum

Tommy Lee
Realize what lies deep within your mind between you and me look inside
and you'll find Realize what lies deep within your mind between you and
me let the blind lead the blind

Tommy Lee & Tilo - WHO THE HELL CARES, WHERE THE FUCK YOU COME FROM?

Snoop Dogg
Make your moves get your dibs nigga fuck them kids talking shit about
you dog, they dont how it is on the up yo you know what? mutha fuck
yo cause im the top dog big dog big ball on the block getting
money fucking ho's and rockin hip-hop methods of mayhem with
d-o-double-g-y and we RIDE, sliding to a whole different beat on the
street, bang-bang chitty-chitty, I'm a crazy nigga from the mad ass
Long Beach City! Im not your neighbor, Im a gangsta with the flava
and ill behavior.

Tommy Lee
Realize what lies deep within your mind between you and me look inside
and you'll find, Realize what lies deep within your mind between you and
me let the blind lead the blind

Tommy Lee & Tilo - WHO THE HELL CARES, WHERE THE FUCK YOU COME FROM?

Tommy Lee
Realize what lies deep within your mind between you and me look inside
and you'll find Realize what lies deep within your mind between you and
me let the blind lead the blind

Tommy Lee & Tilo - WHO THE HELL CARES, WHERE THE FUCK YOU COME FROM?

. . .


Tilo - Power to the positive people please push your panic buttons
stop the press its those hypocritical judge and condeming preached
with pens behind the desk

Tommy Lee - We protest against their negative stress, time time
time to get that shit off our chest. I know that violence
dont fix drama, if you wanna have that good karma go ask your
mama! Did you Uncover your third eye?

Tilo - Yeah! and utilized my mental telepathy to get them away
from T-Lee and the rest of the posse

Tommy Lee - Click click camera flash freeze frame a time
from the past or if i had a gat i probably would blast
but livin' life like that probably would not last

Tilo - cause somebody one day onto them leave you left
deep in the ground your last tour date in a casket
with quadro sound's

WHO SETS THE STANDARDS?
WHO SETS THE LINES?
WHO YOU? OR DO THEY RULE YER MINDS?

Tilo - The snitches the bitches be takin advantages
of the chances that they be giving confidentiality
t-bone gave a brotha love and he turned that
shit into 10 g's

Tommy Lee - And now its he who sails the seven
seas left us in the studio trackin our tracks
and were getting freaky-o paparazzi got a
satellite 24-7 on my home-o, Uh-oh with a
direct line that goes directly live to the
tonight show. where they prep like chefs
cuttin and choppin with their fake ass voice-o's

Tilo - YEAH, and supporting a low life sucka who stole
a video tape of my brotha and his wife without they clothes

Tommy lee - Now they pack that shit in the publics nose but,
ironically my fellow peeps burn the trash up at our shows

WHO SETS THE STANDARDS?
WHO SETS THE LINES?
WHO KEEPS FEEDING US ETHNIC SEPERATION..TAX
LEVELS N LEVELS OF OCCUPATION WERE ALL
SIGNIFICANT PARTS IN THIS UNIVERSAL CREATION!!

WHO SETS THE STANDARDS?
WHO SETS THE LINES?
WHO YOU? OR DO THEY RULE YER MINDS?

Tilo - See we sick and tired of they tricks we use in voodoo on
the whole rag-mag click and that hardcopy. shit here were
gonna give-em a real topic for the new millenium REAL QUICK!

WHO SETS THE STANDARDS?
WHO SETS THE LINES?
WHO YOU? OR DO THEY RULE YER MINDS?

. . .


Tommy Lee - I dont deny im in the public eye seems like 24/7 being
watched by a spy makes me wonder why they dont live their
own livesTheir not news reporters-they're full of bullshit
and lies leave them alone their carma will be their demise
I can read between the lines they make up shit because
theres no shit to find, Im under a microscope directly going
to prison if i take a toke people ask me for answers
as if I was the pope im my own spiritual leader on this
emotional teetor totter my senses are getting hotter

Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME?
GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK
GET THE FUCK BACK BACK

Tommy Lee - Now I see whats on the real the public
craves drama like a pig that squeals they watched me in
court testifyin to a fucked up charge I was drowning myself
in my own tears, of my Boys growing up in their early years
without their father near ain't noway im gonna dissapear can
you hear? Freedom can be taken from you at anytime so you
better think twice before you pay the PRICE, pay the PRICE!

Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME?
GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK
GET THE FUCK BACK BACK

Chorus - No one can condem!

Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were
bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area,
gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem no one can condem!

Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME?
GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK
GET THE FUCK BACK BACK

Chorus - No one can condem!
Chorus - No one can condem!

Fitten to go rictor gonna get sicka thats for sure were
bumpin up the temperature were blowin up the area,
gonna scare ya, were the methods of mayhem!

Chorus - ARE YOU TESTING ME?
GET THE FUCK BACK PUNK
GET THE FUCK BACK BACK

. . .


{Tommy Lee} Seventy-seven million dollars made from watchin' me cum under the sun on my vacation
(after hours on spectravision) shootin' my jizzy jizzum.
The woody has rizzy rizen.
I ain't gettin' paid to entertain your bridal showers
rockin' my porno tape for hours 'n' hours.
Clitoris's are fearin me, it's bigger than Ron Jeremy.

{Fred Durst} Cause it's them ass cheeks that make my ass weak and I've been runnin' with the blueballs since last week, so if you ask me I'll be glad to speak after we get butt naked and break it down with NASTY

[Chorus] Get, get naked
come on baby make it hot.
Get, get naked
ride the cock till you hit the spot
get, get naked,
come on baby make it hot
get naked

Roof, roof, doin' it doggy style. Bow wow wow, yippie yo yippe ye, Bow wow, yippie yo yippie

{Tilo} The little geisha ho from Tokyo who said she could blow ten dollas
love me long time in a limo for really doh.
I'm just tryin' to fly with the flows, freak some ho's
blow up the shows, make a little dough-ho.
As if you didn't know back to the strip club freakin' up some ho-ho's,
swingin' my dingaling, it ain't no thing.
It's those intergalactic ho's who came down in those space probes, five green hienas representin' with no clothes.

{Mix master mike} Mix Master Mike makin' the pussy tight,
no jimmy, no gimme, no lust in the methods of mayhem we trust!
It's a must so rip off yer clothes and expose yer bust!

{Fred Durst}

[Chorus]

You only love me when you want punanny

{Lil Kim} Queen bitch, red lipstick, the all black harlot call me black barbie.
Fuck a blow job, it's a motherfuckin' hobbie, under 7 inches ahhh sorry.minute men.
I can't fuck wit them
I like to ride the cock till you hit the spot. uhhh come on baby make it hot.
Got a convertable, drop the top before we do a thing.
I want the diamonds and the rings, the furs, the minks, the jewels, the links.
You know, I'm freaky so ya go to eat me and uh, I know you hate it but uh, get naked.

{Tommy, Lil Kim} You ain't lickin' this, you ain't stickin' this, we don't want the dick, fuck the cunt games you girls that complain and I ain't leavin until you're sleepin on the cum stains.
repeat.

[Chorus]

. . .


Tommy Lee - Now im shedin my skin ya gotta listen to me ill tell ya what I
see never believe whatcha read the shit is spreadin like a disease
never feel withdrawn time to move on get your groove on say
goodbye everything must die solidify and fly to a new level a place where love
is unconditional physical and non-denomiational

Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where
i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed
don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel?
Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel?
Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel?

Kid Rock - See the kid rock bumpin up and down
your block with no cares long hair swingin middle
fingers in the air people stare n point I hit
the joint and laugh - kiss my ass, the past is
more than 10 years i've known from a complete
unknown to the hot zone, million dollar home
and a diamond ring never thougt i'd amount to
a damn thing, I'm the man sing like Curtis
May mack on ho's like Ruby Ray, its been a
long time comin' but you know whats happenin...
straight pimpin' im sitting five times platinum

Tommy Lee - Like a snake shed my skin leave my past where
i've been...can you feel what I feel to hold on must be killed
don't cry over whats been spilled, can you feel what I feel?
Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel?
Yeah Yeah, Yeah you! Can you feel what I feel? =2x

. . .


ANNOUNCER GUY - Are you tired of hanging out in your
car and getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired
of getting shot by your best friend and not recieving
any medical attention cause of lack of insurance?
If these are a few problems that plague you and
your friends, this november when you go up that
ballid box and you see the proposition marked
"fuck you", you know what to do..

Tommy Lee and Tilo - Tired of the boyz in blue, running up
on your crew, you know what to do...Tell em FUCK
YOU! Its a proposition, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, its a
proposition

Tilo - hangin' on back in the streets wit
your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, you ain't
got a clue, fuck you, Its a proposition,
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, its a proposition

Tommy Lee and Tilo - Step in to ballid box,
blowing up the mutha fuckin' spot, tired of
these cops, tired of these judges, tired of the rules,
waitin' til the day to tell em all FUCK YOU!
Playin' two, because it ain't enough, got the boyz in blue,
still roughin' me up, on the T.V. news still talking it up,
never thought Tommy Lee could be fuckin' it up
Methods of Mayhem, filthy and dutch, I walk up in your
party and im spikin' the punch, if you've had enough, you
know what to do, VOTE YES! On proposition fuck you!

Tommy Lee and Tilo - Tired of the boyz in blue, running up
on your crew, you know what to do...Tell em FUCK
YOU! Its proposition, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, its a
proposition

Tilo - hangin' on back in the streets wit
your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, you ain't
got a clue, FUCK YOU, its a proposition

FILTHEE IMMIGRANTS - Filthee, Tommy Lee, steppin' casually,
middle finger in the air for everybody to see, obviously
you havent read over my proposition, fuck you collectivly
be runnin' the opposition, opposition, proposition upon exposure,
our prediction, stop your bitchin' we takin' over, I told ya,
we more like pottery, stop the monopoly, we turn around
nigga's that burn learn to do it properly

Tommy Lee and Tilo - Tired of the boyz in blue, running up
on your crew, you know what to do...Tell em FUCK
YOU! Its a proposition, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, its a
proposition

Tilo - hangin' on back in the streets wit
your peeps smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, you ain't
got a clue, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, its a proposition

FILTHEE IMMIGRANTS - Go on take away wellfare, medicare, start riots
everywhere, my style she could need some healthcare
Well prepared, proposition fuck you, ammunition fuck you,
gotta bud a crew, who da farmers? house senate takin' over congress,
show em how to keep it on this passive judgement, passin' on
the government, no paper-greencard, by law we rock hard,
HIP HOP rock stars, collauge, i borrow street, hoods and guns,
take em goods and run, gettin' naked for fun, give ya food to bluff,
so spark another blunt, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, Its a PROPOSITION!

Tommy Lee and Tilo - Tired of the boyz in blue, running up
on your crew, you know what to do...Tell em FUCK
YOU! Its a proposition, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, its a
proposition

Tommy Lee - I've had it up to here with rules, face
plastered prime time, headline, on T.V. news, FUCK YOU!
Its proposition, FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, its a proposition

. . .


Tommy Lee - Heres some music to crash your car to,
aint no use its to fast to undo CRASH....CRASH, 60 shots
of Jack and I feel you, equillibriums off and its
pure pandemonium

Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this
is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna
crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect

Cockeyed joyride swervin between the lines,
rearview mirror makin me loose my mind,
all liquored up and hes back behind the wheel again,
got no idea where hes goin' or where hes been

Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this
is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna
crash I'd push my luck so what, I just dont give a fuck

GOING TOO FAST, GOING TOO FAST..

The suns coming up as you start to feel your coming down,
god damn give me hope, so i can kiss the ground!

Were going too fast, were going too fast, aint no way this
is ever gonna last, were going too fast, were gonna
crash I'm just a wreck so what the hell did you expect

GOING TOO FAST, GOING TOO FAST..

. . .


Tommy Lee - A seed become a flower, a cocoon becomes
a butterfly winter becomes spring time, and love
becomes a child the clowds become the rain the sad
becomes the pain inside cryin' becomes a game,
yeah, yeah, and smoke becomes the flame, Im a
father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my
father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof
of metamorphosis

Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it
doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all
possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate
seed becomes a flower! x2

Tommy Lee - A bot becomes a man, a song becomes a memory
of a time in your life, a river becomes an ocean, and
life becomes undone. Feelings become emotion, a marriage
becomes a devotion for the rest of your life, the bordem
becomes the same, and guilt turns into pain..Im a father
to my son, yeah, Im a son to my father you cannot
dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis

Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it
doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all
possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate
seed becomes a flower! x2

Tommy Lee - Im a father to my son, yeah, Im a son to my
father you cannot dismiss I'm living proof of metamorphosis

Tilo - Times are changin' minds are re-arrangin it
doesn't matter if your black budohist or asian we all
possess the power, concrete like a tower so delicate
seed becomes a flower! x2

. . .


Its a mother fucking method..
Are you ready for the tweekend?
Come on baby..
It dont stop..
Come on baby..
FORGET ABOUT REHAB!
Gimme More
The drugs are so advanced
"Why get involved with a rockstar
with a troubles history"
Are you ready for the tweekend?
Come on baby..
"Tommy seemed to know the difference,
he just didnt care"
FORGET ABOUT REHAB!
Wow, this is amazing
Give me another one,
Gimme more
The drugs are so advanced

. . .


U-GOD - The blade is much colder
slaughter house lava shit boiling
Point molten rocky mountain cocky guitar
string four star ninja claw to the jaw of course
you know the force the War I bring cut sting
before I snub nose em cement toes em to death
the core scuff em some more then I hose em some
more the braveheart slave whirlwind all in the all
I might trip, slip or stagger yo but I wont fall
Iron body be my hobby, bringin' you bastards
bio rhythm fly so now blowin' a gasket shelltoe
elbow slow gun ho pro methods of mayhem mantis
bury your face in the canvas quick, THE I VANISH

. . .

Spun

[No lyrics]

. . .


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