Best Wedding Vows ever Sons Of Anarchy

Snake Of Eden / Sunset Triplets

Poison music

Tokio Hotel music


Snake Of Eden aka Sunset Triplets were all 25 years old and known as '84 (Calle "Kelii" Landeberg), '85 (Pelle "Rock" Landeberg), '86 (Nisse "Izzy" Landeberg) in VH1 's Daisy de la Hoya "Daisy Of Love" April 26, 2009. They were eliminated the same night after admitting they were just there for the free food and booze.



Snake Of Eden aka Sunset Triplets
The triplets were born 1984 in Sundsvall, Sweden.

VH1 's Daisy de la Hoya "Daisy Of Love" cast of 20 men
 on April 26, 2009

The Swedish blond triplets of glam metal band Snake Of Eden making out with Lady Gaga in her video "Paparazzi".

Snake of Eden - Back to life

Snake of Eden - Hollywood Blues & Rock n' roll (alt version)

SNAKE OF EDEN VIDEO BLOG

http://metalmark.blogspot.ca/2008/06/snake-of-eden-interview.html

http://carrie-almostfamous.blogspot.ca/2010/01/les-sunset-triplets.html

http://www.vh1.com/shows/daisy_of_love/cast.jhtml

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcTMMZZWS6Kde3pLc1F1SRw

Guns N' Roses MTV Rockumentary 1988/1989

Riskay - Smell Yo Dick

Riskay - Smell Yo Dick  (2008)

Riskay
Smell Yo Dick (lyrics)

(Opening)
Nigga this the fifth teeth muthafuckin time that I called and left yo ass messages
I dun text yo bitch ass and you aint responded to nothing
What the fuck is you doin who tha fuck you out there with you think I'm stupid my girls dun already put me up on yo ass tonight night nigga when you get home I got som news foe yo bitch ass

(Chorus 2times)
Why you coming home five in the mone
Somethings going on can I smell yo dick?
Don't play me like a fool cause dat ain't cool
So what you need to do is let me smell yo dick

(Hook 1)
It's four o'clock and I'm sleepin' and it's late night and you creeping you could've told me I'm leavin' now I know you out there cheatin' why you got to do me like dat when I call you don't call me back I'm texting you now nigga where you at that's fucked up why you do me like dat

(Verse 1)
I'm dead sleep and you trickin'
In the club wit dirty foot bitches
My gurl was there she witness
She had a camera phone she took pictures
You was on the dance flo grindin'
With a stripper hoe named Diamond
You was flossin' hard you was shinning
Everything she drink you buyin' it
Fuck nigga you need to stop lien' foe I get mad and pull out my nine
You want a new bitch to fuck that's fine but don't fuck hers and try to fuck mine
You keep tellin me you ain't touch her but some keep tellin me you dun fucked her and I ain't that bitch you want to play wit nigga drop them boxers let me smell yo dick

(Chours 2tyms)
Why you coming home five in the mone
Somethings going on can I smell yo dick?
Don't play me like a fool cause dat ain't cool
So what you need to do is let me smell yo dick

(Unknown)
Smell my dick wait a minute hold up see that's how a bitch get her eyes swoll up and I don't give a damn what yo homegurls seen when I was in the club what the fuck you mean they ain't got no business eyein' me like dat
You ain't got no business tryin' me like dat
I wun even feelin' Diamond like dat I was wildin' but I wasn't clowin' like dat
Dat's alright dat's okay gon head believe what yo homegurl say a nigga like me drink a lot of liquor meet a lot of bitchs take a lot of pictures
I might break bread wit one or two strippers but that don't mean you got to pull my zipper
Thinking I dick down the whole town even though I got dick to go around

(Chorus 2times)
Why you coming home five in the mone
Somethings going on can I smell yo dick?
Don't play me like a fool cause dat ain't cool
So what you need to do is let me smell yo dick.

Other chicks with attitude

Lady - Yankin

AMERICAN BAD ASS

Kid Rock - American Bad Ass [Official Video]



KID ROCK  "American Bad Ass" LYRICS

Yeah
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this

Are you scared?

Devil Without A Cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs
Thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because Only God Knows Why
Why why why why

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!!
Fuck all y'all

I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh, uh, uh, Gat

Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker
You just can't fuck with
Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER
TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr

I'm an... American Bad Ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can Suck My Dick (undedited version) or Radio Edit (edited version)
I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place
Super fly, livin double wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big, Fuck You!
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin
Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin
Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where I'm at

Hahahaha

"American Bad Ass" is a heavy metal song from American musician Kid Rock, released from his 2000 album The History of Rock. "American Bad Ass" uses the instrumental structure of Metallica's "Sad but True" The song was a victory lap for Devil Without a Cause's success. He also gave nods to his musical heroes including: AC/DC, ZZ Top, Hank Williams, Jr., Beastie Boys, Run-DMC, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Bob Seger, Limp Bizkit, Korn, The Rolling Stones, David Allan Coe, George Jones, Johnny Cash, The Clash, and Grandmaster Flash. The music video for the single aired on MTV2 upon release, and reached #1 on Canada's MuchMusic Countdown. The song was performed on Saturday Night Live.

After the bombing of the USS Cole in October 2000, the song was played on the ship's PA system upon leaving the port of Yemen after the national anthem and other patriotic songs were played.

This song was the entrance theme for WWE wrestler The Undertaker for a short time in 2000 under his biker persona. The song's title, "American Bad Ass", eventually became the name of the gimmick.

Official website: http://www.kidrock.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/kidrock
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/kidrock
Subscribe: http://www.youtube.com/KidRockVideos

The other American Bad Ass

the fearsome and legit 6ft 7.5in (202 cm)

WWE pro wrestler The Undertaker

American Bad Ass/Big Evil (2000–2003)
The Undertaker took on a second persona during this portion of his WWF career. He abandoned the Gothic mortician-themed attire, his funeral dirge ring music, allusions to the supernatural, and the accompanying theatrics of his ring entrance. The Undertaker now took on the personality of a biker, riding to the ring on a motorcycle, and wearing sunglasses and bandanas to the ring. His ring music was now replaced with popular rock songs of the time, like Limp Bizkit's "Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)" and Kid Rock's "American Bad Ass" (from which the name of The Undertaker's new gimmick originated), though it was accompanied by the characteristic opening bell gong of The Undertaker's original theme.

Undertaker Return in 2000 as American Badass

Undertaker Judgment Day Theme(First American Bad Ass Theme)

Interesting article about Kid Rock: http://www.missingmiami.com/kid-rock-born-free-concert-review/

The Undertaker / American Bad Ass entrances:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XckrkaQ8LjE&list=PL4C988427E9E06ADA

Lady - Yankin

Lady - Yankin (Prod. by WMGI/BC)

Females can rap too. 
Hardcore hip hop females with attitude > Respect.

‘This Pussy Be Yankin, This Pussy Be Yankin, This Pussy Be Yankin’

Pussy be Yankin [official video] BANNED uncut version.
"This pussy be yankin,"

Lady – Yankin' (lyrics) 

I can’t even lie, I fuck better when I’m drankin,

Ride dick like a pro, throw the pussy like I’m famous,
Pussy feels so good, feels like the rubber off, ain’t it?
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this pussy be yankin.
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this pussy be yankin.

My pussy be yankin, got this nigga feelin’ hypnotized,
Close your eyes, hold my thighs, we gonna enjoy this ride,
I see that magnum wrapper, nigga that’s the perfect size,
And you can hit it whenever, ain’t gotta fantasize.

Look like you tired, I suggest you pop a pill or two,
You gotta keep up, when I make this thing do what it do.
You think you want it but you don’t really want none,
I ain’t come to play, I came to get this job done.

I can’t even lie, I fuck better when I’m drankin,
Ride dick like a pro, throw the pussy like I’m famous,
Pussy feels so good, feels like the rubber off, ain’t it?
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this pussy be yankin.
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this pussy be yankin.

He dropped his pants and he hollerin’ he “ready.”
We’ll throw his money, you can keep that confetti.
We switchin’ lanes, then we fuck in the Chevy,
Don’t need no room, so we bypassin’ the telly.

This nigga said it feel like that his rubber ain’t on,
He said “good pussy” and the feelin be strong,
Give me my drank so I can get in my zone,
Then you can give me whatever you want.

I can’t even lie, I fuck better when I’m drankin,
Ride dick like a pro, throw the pussy like I’m famous,
Pussy feels so good, feels like the rubber off, ain’t it?
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this pussy be yankin.
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this pussy be yankin.

I hope you strapped for this incredible ride,
Look at my hips, they got a hell of a grind,
I started slow so you can relax your mind,
Cause once I finish, you gonna be outta yo mind.

I’m throwin’ it back and you throwin’ a little change,
He thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ a tattoo of my name,
He just forgettin’ it, but I been in his game,
Didn’t have no teacher, but this pussy been trained.

I can’t even lie, I fuck better when I’m drankin,
Ride dick like a pro, throw the pussy like I’m famous,
Pussy feels so good, feels like the rubber off, ain’t it?
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this pussy be yankin.
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
This pussy be yankin, I know this pussy be yankin,
You ain’t gotta tell me, I know this pussy be yankin.

Other chicks with attitude

Riskay - Smell Yo Dick

GG Allin - Hated (entire documentary)

Special edition of the legendary documentary featuring the most detailed and intimate footage the world will ever see of GG.
About GG Allin, his 1 cm penis, and his bunch of freaks.

This special edition of the legendary documentary from filmmaker Todd Phillips consists of the most detailed and intimate footage the world will ever see of GG Allin. Both fans and critics alike have praised this film for its truthfully brutal portrait of an American Rock N Roll icon at the peak of his madness. By skillfully combining concert and interview footage of GG, Phillips "delves deeply into the bloodstained world of human abomination" and creates "a must-have for Allin fans and detractors alike", according to FILM THREAT. There may never be another GG Allin. This documentary brilliantly examines an artist whose life was his performance.

The GG Allin Manifesto 

GG Allin bio

GG Allin X-Factor Audition

GG Allin - Bite it You Scum

The GG Allin Manifesto

The GG Allin Manifesto
This is the GG Allin manifesto, written by GG himself while
in prison in 1990.

GG Allin Manifesto

If you believe in the real underground of Rock 'N' Roll, then now is the time to do something about it. The time is now to overthrow the current situations and declare war on the record companies, radio stations, publications, clubs, and anyone who promotes the whole so called "scene" as it now stands. We need to destroy it all and take it back from the corporate phonies and conformist. But action must be taken now and blood must be spilled.

First let me tell you who I am. I was born Jesus Christ Allin in 1956 in Lancaster, NH. The Jesus Christ they preach about in the Bible is a phony imposter - just a crutch for the cripples to lean on. Fuck that weak shit! I am the man to deal with. I created myself inside the womb from the fires of Hell. There are no separations between Jesus Christ, God and the Devil, because I am all of theme. I am here to take Rock 'N' Roll back & prove to the world that I am the real king through the powers I have acquired.

When I was born in 1956, Rock 'N' Roll first started taking off. Why do you think that was? Because I created it. I created Elvis. I made it all happen. Even before I was born I was plotting. But through the years everyone has let it all go. That's why I am ready to take it all back. Nobody has held on. Nobody has had the indurence to finish what they were set out to fucking do. They all let me down or I took their lives for a purpose. I was the one who was throwing all the monkey wrenches into the gears. But money and commercialism made them all sell out. Even Iggy let me down. The Sex Pistols let me down. Sid let me down when he fell in love (that's why they are all dead). And now we have the Ramones praising bands like Guns N' Roses, which runs against everything they were set out to destroy.

But now it's 1991. This is the decade for the final bloody mutilation. Time to get Rock 'N' Roll out of the hands of the masses and back to the people who will not accept comfort or conformity at any cost. Then I will commit suicide on stage and the blood of Rock 'N' Roll will become the poison of the Universe forever. Take a look around and see what's happening. Spineless record companies kissing the mainstreams ass, being pressured by the money media and politicians. So called cutting edge radio stations as fucking lame as the stations they oppose. Censorship publications kisssing the monkey suits asses, who in turn, are kissing someone else's ass. Even so called "underground" publications have no fucking desire to get blood on their hands. They are too busy crying about how we can make the world a more wonderful place and how politically correct they can be. Talk is fucking cheap.

It's time to fight. It's time for revenge. We need to overthrow Rock 'N' Roll as it now stands. We must bring down record companies by not buying their products. A boycot. If you have to have a record, steal it. That way they wont get your money. We've got to stop feeding them. Your support must now go to me - GG Allin, the commanding leader and terrorist of Rock 'N' Roll. Why do you think I am in prison right now? Because they know who I am and they fear my reality. Our society wants to stop my mission. They want to brain wash you and keep you locked into MTV, and their stagnating, safe worlds. It's a plot to kill Rock 'N' Roll. I am the savior. Thats why I am considered a threat to society.

This is what you should do:

Go to your record store and buy all the GG ALLIN recordings you can find. If they dont have any in stock, tell them to order some. If they refuse, then do what you have to do. Call radio stations and demand GG Allin. Spray paint "GG ALLIN" everywhere. Make them aware that the disease and the Scumfuc tradition is still spreading. Write "GG ALLIN" on all your dollar bills. Any bills you have. People do not throw money away, so it would be a free way to get the message out. You must do it every day of your life. We must live for the Rock 'N' Roll underground. It CAN be dark and dangerous again. It CAN be threatning to our society as it was meant to be. IT MUST BE UNCOMPROMISING. And with me as your leader, it will happen. I am ready to lead you, my allies, into the real Rock 'N' Roll underground. Let's get started.

Lynyrd Skynyrd-Free bird

At first I hated this band. It was a Pink Floyd case. Since I didn't understood why so many metalheads worship Lynyrd Skynyrd, and particulary the song Free Bird. I tried to understand but... All I found is that the song is fuckin' boring at the beginning and the band looks like crap. BUT with further listening, I've found that the guitar solo at the end is absolutely and positively out of this world AWESOME. The lyrics are somewhat... cool! I'm a fuckin' freebird too! And after all they are southern.





Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird (lyrics)

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
cause theres too many places Ive got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldnt be the same.
cause Im as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I cant change.

Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I cant change.
But please dont take it badly,
cause lord knows Im to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldnt be the same.
Cause Im as free as a bird now,
And this bird youll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I cant change.
Lord help me, I cant change



FUCKIN' AWESOME KICK ASS BOMBASTIC GUITAR SOLO)







This song reminds me of some of the coolest pro wrestlers ever,

The Faboulous Freebirds

50 Cent - I Get Money

Music video by 50 Cent performing I Get Money. (C) 2007 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records

50 CENT  "I Get Money" (lyrics)

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)

[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.  

Ice-T – Freedom of Speech Lyrics

The Iceberg/Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say!

The album was released after Ice-T had been encountering censorship problems on tour. In The Ice Opinion: Who Gives a Fuck?, the rapper states that "People had already told me what I could not say onstage in Columbus, Georgia. You couldn't say anything they called a 'swear' word. You couldn't touch yourself. They were using the same tactics they used on everyone from Elvis and Jim Morrison to 2 Live Crew".
The album's cover, featuring a B-boy with a shotgun shoved in his mouth, and two pistols pressed against each side of his head, reflected Ice-T's experiences with the concept of freedom of speech. "The concept of that picture is, 'Go ahead and say what you want. But here comes the government and here come the parents, and they are ready to destroy you when you open your mouth'".

"Shut Up, Be Happy" consists of a spoken word performance by Jello Biafra laid over a sample of the low, heavy, distorted guitar from Black Sabbath's "Black Sabbath".  "The Iceberg" alternates between typical violent metaphor, outlandish boasts, and comical sexual situations involving other members of Ice's Rhyme Syndicate. "Lethal Weapon" tells listeners that the mind is the most powerful weapon:

“

"The Weapon power has been witnessed upon my page/From Martin Luther's dream, to Hitler's psycho rage."

”

"You Played Yourself" advises listeners to be smart and not let themselves "be played". "Peel Their Caps Back" is about committing a drive-by to avenge a slain friend. Unlike other songs where violence is a metaphor for the rapper's ability to defeat other rappers lyrically, this song is a stark depiction of what could lead to such an event. However, it contains two surprising elements: in the end, the main character is killed, and the whole event is written off by the media as just another gang killing.
In "The Girl Tried to Kill Me", Ice-T raps about an encounter with a dominatrix:

“

"Said she wanted to take me home to make love / Now that's the kind of rap that brothers dream of / I said, "Fast, slow, hard or soft, baby?" / She said, "All the above!"

”

"Black and Decker" starts off with Rhyme Syndicate members complaining about the media's portrayal of their work as meaningless violence. Ice wonders aloud what it would sound like if you drilled into someone's head with a powerdrill. After some gory sound effects, Ice says "Probably sound like that." "Hit the Deck" offers sincere advice to wannabe-MCs:

“

"But if it's in your heart, get a pen / Don't stop writing til the inkflow ends / Work and work and don't halfstep / Dog the mic every chance you get."

”

"This One's for Me" offers Ice's take on the rap scene and music industry. "The Hunted Child" is a first-person account of a scared young gang-banger on the run. The busy, multi-layered composition, with its scratched sirens and staccato drums, samples Public Enemy's "Bring the Noise".
"What Ya Wanna Do" is a 9-minute party song featuring several members of the Syndicate, including a young Everlast, who became famous as a member of House of Pain. "Freedom of Speech" was one of the first raps to focus on the First Amendment and in particular attacked Tipper Gore's PMRC with unmistakable venom:

“

"Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes / The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold / Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots / The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get."

”

The album ends with in "My Word is Bond", featuring Syndicate members telling one exaggerated story after another against a looped sample of Slick Rick saying "Stop lying" from his song "La Di Da Di".

Ice-T – Freedom of Speech Lyrics

Artist: Ice-T
Album: The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech
Song: Freedom of Speech

Intro

A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college. What's the
First Amendment?

Verse 1

Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get

Verse 2

[You have the right to remain silent]
Fuck that right! I want the right to talk
I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk
Where I wanna, yell and I'm gonna
Tell and rebel every time I'm on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children
You can't hide the fact, Jack
There's violence in the streets every day, any fool can recognise that
But you try to lie and lie
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos once you take away my right to speak
Everybody in the world's up shit creek

Verse 3

Let me tell you about down south
Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth
Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up
If I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"
So I thought for a minute and said "No
I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"
Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine
But I vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'
Homeboys, and there's no runnin'
I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick
You ain't nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit on the damned map

Verse 4

Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me
Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?
Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art
PMRC, this is where the witch hunt starts
You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
The books will burn
You better think it out
We should be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shout
Say what we feel, yell out what's real
Even though it may not bring mass appeal
Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine
But don't close it, always keep an open mind
A man who fails to listen is blind
We only got one right left in the world today
Let me have it or throw The Constitution away

Outro (Jello Biafra)

What they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarran-Walter Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're protecting the public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or whatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down what they're really trying to do is shut off our access to information itself.

If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Iceberg/Freedom_Of_Speech..._Just_Watch_What_You_Say!