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Something awesome this way comes . . .
Something awesome this way comes . . .
Something awesome this way comes . . .
Something awesome this way comes . . .
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Let It Go
03:31
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There's not many like you, there's not many like you
And that's a very good thing
If there were more like you, if there were more like you
Then I would not be singing
That was the final straw, that was the very last straw
From a million miles away
Don't acknowledge the flaw, don't acknowledge the flaw
There's no need to say it
Let it go . . .
Gonna break it down, gonna break your face
Gonna splatter it all over the place
Gonna give it to you, and then I'll take it back
No heart, no chance of a heart attack
Reverse, rewind, let's go back in time
To when it seemed like things were fine
Delete, deceive, rotten to the core
That's how I want it, just like before
Let it go . . .
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Punk Rebel Renegade
04:13
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I'm a punk rebel renegade
Armed with a mothereffing hand grenade
And a bottle of lemon-lime Gatorade
The excitement doesn't fade
My libido has become zero
My libido has become zero
Hurts a little, hurts a lot
Just remember, remember what you got
It make take a super long time
But one day, oh yeah, it will be mine
My libido has become zero
My libido has become zero
Nothing is impossible
Nothing is original
Nothing is compatible
Nothing is casual
If it gets to the point where you don't care
Then put your middle finger in the air
Shove it in the faces of all those dumb guys
Punch them in their noses 'til the last one dies
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Tall, Dark, and Handsome
03:33
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I'm not tall, dark, and handsome
I'm just short, pale, and awesome
So sorry I can't help myself
And you can't get over yourself
We went over this before
Time and time again
I can't take it anymore
I give up, you win
Booze and smoke and drugs
They aren't my thing
French kisses and hugs
No, they aren't my thing
I'm not tall, dark, and handsome
I'm just short, pale, and awesome
Why would I look for a woman
When I can't even muster an erection?
So the stars have aligned, the world is going to end
Take a look and you'll find 30 million cuts that won't mend
As we say goodbye, the lights begin to dim
We try not to cry, and don't even mention him
Lets get things straight, nothing to do with fate
I wrote this song and a letter, I'm not bitter, I'm better
I'm not tall, dark, and handsome
I'm just short, pale, and awesome
So sorry I can't help myself
And you can't get over yourself
I'm not tall, dark, and handsome
I'm just short, pale, and awesome
Don't wanna be in a situation
And forever in an instigation
I'm not tall, dark, and handsome
I'm just short, pale, and awesome
Even gave up masturbation
'Cause I can never seem to please them
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XXX 666
04:25
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All you want is triple X
All I got is triple 6
All you want is lots of sex
All you'll get is lots of heck
Do you have a problem with it?
I don't care, not one little bit
Give me 15 minutes with you
Then you'll see what I can do
Burning crosses, taking no losses
Dismembered head, walk with the dead
I am the devil, and you're gonna die
You'll beat me when pigs will fly
Double cross me, and I'll get you back
Mothereffing heathens on the attack
Forgotten dreams, busting at the seams
Tears in your eyes, so many lies
XXX 666
XXX 666
XXX 666
Yeah!
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Pretty Little Ditty
03:24
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Now this is a pretty little ditty
Now this is a pretty little ditty
I don't care if you don't agree
I just came up with it one day
Back to the beginning, yeah
Back to the future
I wrote this song in the future
And now I'm back, recording it again
For the, for the third time
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That Effing Door
04:51
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There you go, here you come
Do you stay, or do you go?
I think you know what this is
Nothing but an effing game
If I've told you once before
I've told you a million times
I want you to walk out that effing door
I'm not gonna take it anymore
You asked a question I will not answer
But let me ask you a different question
How can anyone trust someone
Someone like you, huh?
Mark my words now
I'm coming to get you now
It's gonna be violent now
No going back now
No regrets now
No forgets now
No memories now
I am your god now
If I've told you once before
I've told you a million times
I want you to walk out that effing door
I'm not gonna take it anymore
If I've told you twice before
I've told you a billion times
I want you dead on that effing floor
I'm not gonna take it anymore
Suicide or homicide, either way, it's okay
You can't run or hide, there will always be a way
Finding a conclusion, amidst the solution
Entirely possible
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Fake
04:06
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You are so fake just like wrestling
You are so fake just like breast implants
You are so fake like potato flakes
You are so fake, that's why you are dumb
You are so fake just like these drums
You are so fake like the name of this song
You are so fake just like that smile
You are so fake, this song should go faster
If you looked up the word "fake" in the dictionary
Then you would see a picture of you
Even Webster agrees that you are so fake
And that is why you are there in the dictionary
This needs to go faster before you fall asleep
Because that would be really crappy
Then you would not get to hear the rest of this song
And the rest of this song is pretty effing awesome
Faster
God is fake . . .
God is fake . . .
God is fake . . .
God is fake . . .
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Angry
03:20
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Burnt, cut
Scraped, killed
Dead, gone
Left, dropped
Angry at everything, you are
Confused by everything, you are
Jealous of everything, you are
Beat down by everything, you are
Denied by everything, you are
Attacked by everything, you are
Put down by everything, you are
Ignored by everything, you are
Punched, kicked
Whacked, pinched
Pulled, pushed
Squeezed, lynched
Hung, flung
Drained, blown
Sucked, effed
Poked, slowed
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Mediocrity
01:42
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Blood and guts, results disastrous
Inside of all of us (get it out, get it out)
Then there is good, then there is bad
Then there's in between (get away, get away)
You can't deny the existence
But why accept it? (you love it, you love it)
Mediocrity seeping in, into you clogged pores
You need it to live (you drink it, you drink it)
Can't you see the world and all the cool things there
If you look hard enough (it's so good, it's so good)
It will blow your mind, it will rock your world
If you just thought for once (use your brain, use your brain)
Social Darwinism, it's coming true
At least in a dream (unlikely, unlikely)
Yes, it's too bad stupidity isn't painful
If that was the case (you would die, you would die)
Mediocrity seeping in, into your clogged pores
You need it to live (you drink it, you drink it)
Can't you see the world and all the cool things there
If you look hard enough (it's so good, it's so good)
Blood and guts, results disastrous
Inside of all of us (get it out, get it out)
Then there is good, then there is bad
Then there's in between (get away, get away)
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Devilballs
04:42
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He's back, but he's not the same
Returned to play a different game
It's kind of dumb, it's kind of lame
A newfound find with a burning flame
Like a hot rod race or a final battle
Rushing to the finish like wild cattle
Finding comfort on a horse sans a saddle
Trying to row upstream without a paddle
Devilballs
Hungry and sleep-deprived
Little demons need to be exorcised
You're gonna wanna to be euthanized
Prepare for the effing grand prize
Avert thine eyes to what lies within
Or you'll be done before it can begin
So many slaves too afraid to sin
Those kinds of people will never win
Devilballs
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Banging My Head
03:58
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Banging my head on a brick wall
Banging my head, finding the gall
Banging my head on a brick wall
Banging my head, finding the gall
Keep on banging 'til I fall down
You know you're impressed by that sound
If you care at all you better stop me now
'Cause I'm taking it as far as my brain will allow
No hope left in the place that I made
I'm surely not saying this to get paid
Straight from the head and the heart
After the end you return to the start
Not good enough for you
Not fast enough for you
Not loud enough for you
Not hard enough for you
Suicidal tendencies show their faces
Signs of intelligence trip on their laces
Evolution has come to a standstill
All the good ideas end up in the landfill
Stupid mothereffers are praying to God
50,000 reasons why that is flawed
It's the 21st century, holy crap
Brace your face, you need a good slap
Not bright enough for you
Not smart enough for you
Not long enough for you
Not soon enough for you
Keep on swimming until I drown
You know you get off seeing me frown
If you care at all you better stop me now
'Cause I'm taking it as far as my brain will allow
Perversions have begun to fade
I'm surely not saying this to get laid
My wang is soft, but my music is hard
Call me what you will, Punk Rebel Retard
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3:00 AM
02:29
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It's 3:00 AM, and I'm singing my ego and libido
Well, the lack thereof, yeah, the lack thereof, the lack thereof
It's 100 effing degrees in this place, and I'm sweating my balls off
It's hot, and I'm hungry, and I'm thirsty, but only for good reasons
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Gonna Kill You
03:29
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In the beginning and in the end
Everyone is nothing, not even a friend
In the beginning and in the end
Mistakes are made and done over again
Die, die, die, die . . .
At the top and at the bottom of the hill
You'll still be hungry after your fill
At the top and at the bottom of the hill
You'll wish that you didn't swallow that pill
Die, die, die, die . . .
I'm gonna kill you, oh yes I am
I'm gonna kill you as fast as I can
Gonna kill you mothereffer, better watch out now
'Cause I got a gun, I got a gun
It's gonna be fun, mothereffer, gonna shoot you in your face
Gonna shoot you in your face, mothereffer
There's gonna be blood, it's gonna be awesome
Better watch out, yeah, mothereffer
Come on, gonna kill you
Gonna kill you
Gonna kill you
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
Oh yeah
Die, die, die, die . . .
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Robby Suavé Illinois
I'm Robby Suavé, solo artist extraordinaire. Or maybe I'm just a guy who makes music for fun. Take your pick. Since 2001, I've been recording music on my own, doing my thing. Since birth, I knew I wanted to make music to express myself forever. So far, I'm succeeding. ... more
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