Meth-Head vs. McNugget Lyrics
| Song | Meth-Head vs. McNugget |
| Artist | P.O.S. |
| Album | Ipecac Neat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Turbo Nemesis | |
| Ladies and Gentleman | |
| Alright, the crowd looks pissed | |
| There might be a problem here | |
| Who's the scrubby new jack | |
| Loud mouth little *******, up there? | |
| Hi,(HI!) | |
| My name is promise of stress, skill | |
| I rep the midwest still | |
| I run from the rest, like | |
| King little(?), who that? | |
| Who the ******* he think he is? | |
| I don't know him | |
| so I'll show him little more than nothing | |
| Nope, I will not have that in a song, flat | |
| This place will be about as stable as Iraq | |
| Wide tracks, similar to your girl's hair | |
| Rock socking these, but only got one pair | |
| Just stop mocking me | |
| Just trying to get this place stirred | |
| Just trying to keep it live | |
| Do it up in the Air Force One | |
| Like George Bush | |
| Get retarded | |
| Like George Bush | |
| Wether you're drinking, or bang ******* | |
| Like George Bush | |
| You've got no room for face (uh-uh) | |
| Who you think you are, George Bush? | |
| Stay the ******* outta my great lakes | |
| Wanna be known from the cities that quake | |
| To the cities that never put on my breaks | |
| Come on! | |
| Rock Kuwati, playing the bombs | |
| Raps and hand claps | |
| They're so long, it kinda worries my Mom! | |
| Till I'm gone, I'm rapping DoomTree | |
| etcetera and so on, and so long | |
| as I can still | |
| Hold a pen in my hand, I will | |
| And I'll write too | |
| spit some *******t to excite you | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Peace to the Uh-West | |
| DoomTree! | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don't stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| When you sick of they *******t | |
| Put up a fist | |
| Cause we the people who try to keep it | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Come on, who's world is it? | |
| The world is their's | |
| Too many of you think | |
| "It's fine, It's fine, It's fine" | |
| [Second Verse] | |
| So, how many of you | |
| Ladies and Dudes | |
| Check the news | |
| Say "It's ******* up" | |
| But do nothing but say "It's ******* up" | |
| I'm just like you, but to | |
| Tell you the truth | |
| I'm thinking about asking (oh no!) | |
| What he thinks of my nuts | |
| I'm like "tea-bag the government" | |
| But that don't fix our predicament, does it? | |
| *******t makes me sick to my stomach | |
| General populace numb | |
| and that's all folks | |
| How many of you realize you're the butt of the 9-1-1 joke? | |
| Blessed to death that you be better off for us | |
| I'm gonna lift up on your head | |
| So you can wake up | |
| And smell that herb and be cleansed | |
| And get get to get down | |
| It's like get up, and get get to get down | |
| [Spoken] | |
| Nah, I mean like really get really down | |
| Get low, get the ******* under something (Sims!) | |
| They throwing ******* fire-bombs at me | |
| Alright, Now wake up, stretch! | |
| I'm like *******, *******! | |
| It looks like a blue day outside | |
| Yea,blue | |
| [Chorus] | |
| P! to the O,S | |
| DoomTree | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don't stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| When you sick of the *******t | |
| Put up a fist | |
| Cause we the people who try to keep it | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Who's world is it? | |
| The world is their's | |
| Too many of you think | |
| "It's fine, It's fine, It's fine" | |
| P.O.S. (Live!, Live!) | |
| Wake up the kids and open eyes (Live!, Live!, Live!, Live!) | |
| I hope to see ya | |
| Too many blind (Right!) | |
| And not too bright (The Time!) | |
| To bring a fork and a knife to get their free meal, yea | |
| [Chorus Modified] | |
| Who's world is it? | |
| The world is their's | |
| Come on | |
| (Whose world is it?) | |
| The world is their's | |
| Come on | |
| The world is their's | |
| Too many of you think | |
| "It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine" | |
| DoomTree | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don't stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Peace to the Uh-West | |
| DoomTree! | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Who's world is it? | |
| The world is their's | |
| Too many of you think | |
| "It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine" | |
| (Alright!) | |
| It ain't, ******! | |
| [Outro] | |
| Laser Beak's a ******* genuis, period |
| zuo qu : Turbo Nemesis | |
| Ladies and Gentleman | |
| Alright, the crowd looks pissed | |
| There might be a problem here | |
| Who' s the scrubby new jack | |
| Loud mouth little , up there? | |
| Hi, HI! | |
| My name is promise of stress, skill | |
| I rep the midwest still | |
| I run from the rest, like | |
| King little?, who that? | |
| Who the he think he is? | |
| I don' t know him | |
| so I' ll show him little more than nothing | |
| Nope, I will not have that in a song, flat | |
| This place will be about as stable as Iraq | |
| Wide tracks, similar to your girl' s hair | |
| Rock socking these, but only got one pair | |
| Just stop mocking me | |
| Just trying to get this place stirred | |
| Just trying to keep it live | |
| Do it up in the Air Force One | |
| Like George Bush | |
| Get retarded | |
| Like George Bush | |
| Wether you' re drinking, or bang | |
| Like George Bush | |
| You' ve got no room for face uhuh | |
| Who you think you are, George Bush? | |
| Stay the outta my great lakes | |
| Wanna be known from the cities that quake | |
| To the cities that never put on my breaks | |
| Come on! | |
| Rock Kuwati, playing the bombs | |
| Raps and hand claps | |
| They' re so long, it kinda worries my Mom! | |
| Till I' m gone, I' m rapping DoomTree | |
| etcetera and so on, and so long | |
| as I can still | |
| Hold a pen in my hand, I will | |
| And I' ll write too | |
| spit some t to excite you | |
| Chorus | |
| Peace to the UhWest | |
| DoomTree! | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don' t stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| When you sick of they t | |
| Put up a fist | |
| Cause we the people who try to keep it | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Come on, who' s world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Too many of you think | |
| " It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine" | |
| Second Verse | |
| So, how many of you | |
| Ladies and Dudes | |
| Check the news | |
| Say " It' s up" | |
| But do nothing but say " It' s up" | |
| I' m just like you, but to | |
| Tell you the truth | |
| I' m thinking about asking oh no! | |
| What he thinks of my nuts | |
| I' m like " teabag the government" | |
| But that don' t fix our predicament, does it? | |
| t makes me sick to my stomach | |
| General populace numb | |
| and that' s all folks | |
| How many of you realize you' re the butt of the 911 joke? | |
| Blessed to death that you be better off for us | |
| I' m gonna lift up on your head | |
| So you can wake up | |
| And smell that herb and be cleansed | |
| And get get to get down | |
| It' s like get up, and get get to get down | |
| Spoken | |
| Nah, I mean like really get really down | |
| Get low, get the under something Sims! | |
| They throwing firebombs at me | |
| Alright, Now wake up, stretch! | |
| I' m like , ! | |
| It looks like a blue day outside | |
| Yea, blue | |
| Chorus | |
| P! to the O, S | |
| DoomTree | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don' t stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| When you sick of the t | |
| Put up a fist | |
| Cause we the people who try to keep it | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Who' s world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Too many of you think | |
| " It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine" | |
| P. O. S. Live!, Live! | |
| Wake up the kids and open eyes Live!, Live!, Live!, Live! | |
| I hope to see ya | |
| Too many blind Right! | |
| And not too bright The Time! | |
| To bring a fork and a knife to get their free meal, yea | |
| Chorus Modified | |
| Who' s world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Come on | |
| Whose world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Come on | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Too many of you think | |
| " It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine" | |
| DoomTree | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don' t stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Peace to the UhWest | |
| DoomTree! | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Who' s world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Too many of you think | |
| " It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine" | |
| Alright! | |
| It ain' t, ! | |
| Outro | |
| Laser Beak' s a genuis, period |
| zuò qǔ : Turbo Nemesis | |
| Ladies and Gentleman | |
| Alright, the crowd looks pissed | |
| There might be a problem here | |
| Who' s the scrubby new jack | |
| Loud mouth little , up there? | |
| Hi, HI! | |
| My name is promise of stress, skill | |
| I rep the midwest still | |
| I run from the rest, like | |
| King little?, who that? | |
| Who the he think he is? | |
| I don' t know him | |
| so I' ll show him little more than nothing | |
| Nope, I will not have that in a song, flat | |
| This place will be about as stable as Iraq | |
| Wide tracks, similar to your girl' s hair | |
| Rock socking these, but only got one pair | |
| Just stop mocking me | |
| Just trying to get this place stirred | |
| Just trying to keep it live | |
| Do it up in the Air Force One | |
| Like George Bush | |
| Get retarded | |
| Like George Bush | |
| Wether you' re drinking, or bang | |
| Like George Bush | |
| You' ve got no room for face uhuh | |
| Who you think you are, George Bush? | |
| Stay the outta my great lakes | |
| Wanna be known from the cities that quake | |
| To the cities that never put on my breaks | |
| Come on! | |
| Rock Kuwati, playing the bombs | |
| Raps and hand claps | |
| They' re so long, it kinda worries my Mom! | |
| Till I' m gone, I' m rapping DoomTree | |
| etcetera and so on, and so long | |
| as I can still | |
| Hold a pen in my hand, I will | |
| And I' ll write too | |
| spit some t to excite you | |
| Chorus | |
| Peace to the UhWest | |
| DoomTree! | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don' t stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| When you sick of they t | |
| Put up a fist | |
| Cause we the people who try to keep it | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Come on, who' s world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Too many of you think | |
| " It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine" | |
| Second Verse | |
| So, how many of you | |
| Ladies and Dudes | |
| Check the news | |
| Say " It' s up" | |
| But do nothing but say " It' s up" | |
| I' m just like you, but to | |
| Tell you the truth | |
| I' m thinking about asking oh no! | |
| What he thinks of my nuts | |
| I' m like " teabag the government" | |
| But that don' t fix our predicament, does it? | |
| t makes me sick to my stomach | |
| General populace numb | |
| and that' s all folks | |
| How many of you realize you' re the butt of the 911 joke? | |
| Blessed to death that you be better off for us | |
| I' m gonna lift up on your head | |
| So you can wake up | |
| And smell that herb and be cleansed | |
| And get get to get down | |
| It' s like get up, and get get to get down | |
| Spoken | |
| Nah, I mean like really get really down | |
| Get low, get the under something Sims! | |
| They throwing firebombs at me | |
| Alright, Now wake up, stretch! | |
| I' m like , ! | |
| It looks like a blue day outside | |
| Yea, blue | |
| Chorus | |
| P! to the O, S | |
| DoomTree | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don' t stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| When you sick of the t | |
| Put up a fist | |
| Cause we the people who try to keep it | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Who' s world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Too many of you think | |
| " It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine" | |
| P. O. S. Live!, Live! | |
| Wake up the kids and open eyes Live!, Live!, Live!, Live! | |
| I hope to see ya | |
| Too many blind Right! | |
| And not too bright The Time! | |
| To bring a fork and a knife to get their free meal, yea | |
| Chorus Modified | |
| Who' s world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Come on | |
| Whose world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Come on | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Too many of you think | |
| " It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine" | |
| DoomTree | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Don' t stop the body rocking | |
| And keep the head nods nodding all night | |
| Live, Live, Live | |
| Peace to the UhWest | |
| DoomTree! | |
| On this laser beat | |
| No, We keep it Live, Live, Live | |
| Who' s world is it? | |
| The world is their' s | |
| Too many of you think | |
| " It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine, It' s fine" | |
| Alright! | |
| It ain' t, ! | |
| Outro | |
| Laser Beak' s a genuis, period |
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