Dark Lotus - Shock & Awe lyrics
[Dark Lotus - Shock & Awe lyrics]
Don't read it, time to shut 'em down
Turn another page
Put 'em in the Blender magazine crusade
Kill 'em all, burn 'em all
Take 'em to the streets
Another publicist dead, page one fifty-three
Only credit was a cover
Tag next months issue
Read all about fallen bears dissin' you
Here's a story for that ass
Lotus ready to brawl
Bringin' you blood, shock and awe
Bring it on
You can't make or break me, fuck MTV
I'm a underground killer huntin' VIP
And murderous me following Tom home
With a twelve inch shank about
To bloody the chrome
I cut his throat so deep
Nearly cut off his head
Thirteen wounds found in the
Chest of his kids
And his wife, I still got his wife
She be suckin' our dicks at
The Pod as we write
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
I pull up strappin' bombs
At your tailgate parties
Rush your gate with at least 45 of my homies
Dissin' out pile rings
Knockin' out sound man
Jump in your mosh pit with my Hatchet in hand
OzzFest, Blood Fest, snow corner, more
Showin' all these faggots all about hardcore
Tiein' hands with mic cords and
Burnin' down your stage
All this shit in all Juggalo's names
As soon as I walk in the door I set it off
I slap Fred Durst and the guy who plays Ross
So temptin' to rush the stage
And choke the shit outta Chris
Cornell for ruinin' Rage
Lights go out, mind doin' again
And when they come back on I
Got my dick in Lil' Kim
I pulled off the rubber and
Bitch slapped Danny Glover
Now I swing on Ashton Kutcher and
I bet I get the cover
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Fuck the radio and all the songs they play
Their playlists are wack and
Their DJ's are gay
I ain't payin' you shit to play my song
Five g's for rotatino
You know that's wrong
Got to come with more money
Just to add my shit
Gotta pay an A & R to straight suck your dick
Take you to lunch get you all drunk and shit
I'm like fuck nah, fuck
You and the mainstream, bitch
I bomb on all you block parties, what's that
Fuckin' radio friendly love songs
That shit is wack
All you candy coated rappers
And red cap wearers
I got seven slugs and eleven pallbearers
The only block I know is a block for my gat
When I cock the hammer and
Pull the trigger back
Erasing all the top ten spots
Cut out ya hearts and mak you number one on
The dead chart bitch
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Turn another page
Put 'em in the Blender magazine crusade
Kill 'em all, burn 'em all
Take 'em to the streets
Another publicist dead, page one fifty-three
Only credit was a cover
Tag next months issue
Read all about fallen bears dissin' you
Here's a story for that ass
Lotus ready to brawl
Bringin' you blood, shock and awe
Bring it on
You can't make or break me, fuck MTV
I'm a underground killer huntin' VIP
And murderous me following Tom home
With a twelve inch shank about
To bloody the chrome
I cut his throat so deep
Nearly cut off his head
Thirteen wounds found in the
Chest of his kids
And his wife, I still got his wife
She be suckin' our dicks at
The Pod as we write
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
I pull up strappin' bombs
At your tailgate parties
Rush your gate with at least 45 of my homies
Dissin' out pile rings
Knockin' out sound man
Jump in your mosh pit with my Hatchet in hand
OzzFest, Blood Fest, snow corner, more
Showin' all these faggots all about hardcore
Tiein' hands with mic cords and
Burnin' down your stage
All this shit in all Juggalo's names
As soon as I walk in the door I set it off
I slap Fred Durst and the guy who plays Ross
So temptin' to rush the stage
And choke the shit outta Chris
Cornell for ruinin' Rage
Lights go out, mind doin' again
And when they come back on I
Got my dick in Lil' Kim
I pulled off the rubber and
Bitch slapped Danny Glover
Now I swing on Ashton Kutcher and
I bet I get the cover
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Fuck the radio and all the songs they play
Their playlists are wack and
Their DJ's are gay
I ain't payin' you shit to play my song
Five g's for rotatino
You know that's wrong
Got to come with more money
Just to add my shit
Gotta pay an A & R to straight suck your dick
Take you to lunch get you all drunk and shit
I'm like fuck nah, fuck
You and the mainstream, bitch
I bomb on all you block parties, what's that
Fuckin' radio friendly love songs
That shit is wack
All you candy coated rappers
And red cap wearers
I got seven slugs and eleven pallbearers
The only block I know is a block for my gat
When I cock the hammer and
Pull the trigger back
Erasing all the top ten spots
Cut out ya hearts and mak you number one on
The dead chart bitch
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches
Shock, stab 'em up, and awe, watch 'em fall
And then back into the underworld we
Crawl so fuck y'all bitches