Steel Panther - Heavy Metal Rules (Lyrics) Couldnʼt make no money as a singer Didnʼt seem to get too far So I sell pot brownies and Vicodin From the back seat of my car Movinʼ back to Chicago Gonna rest my achinʼ head Spotify took my last 2 cents And the butter for my bread Gene Simmons said it Rock and roll is dead I never did it for the money I only did it to get laid But I canʼt buy shots for the ladies If thereʼs no way to get paid Now I canʼt get make money on my good looks Canʼt make it on applause So I sell nose beers to the kiddos And thumb my own nose at the laws But Iʼm never ever gonna stop playing Even though rock and roll ainʼt paying Cuz heavy metal rules Heavy metal rules Heavy metal rules And everybody else can suck my fucking dick Gonna make my money stealing hub caps And selling black tar on the streets Taking handbags from old ladies While they respond to Trumpyʼs Tweets Apple came to town a ringing A death knell for the band If I canʼt make money selling records Gonna make it any way I can And Iʼm gonna keep on rocking your ass As long as Iʼm on the right side of the grass Cuz Heavy Metal rules
Heavy Metal rules Heavy Metal rules! Madonna, she’s a dick! That punk shit belongs on Mars! Dokken, Van Halen, They all fucking Rule!!!! And everybody else can suck my fucking dick
(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.
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.
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)
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.
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.
Music video by Tesla performing Modern Day Cowboy. (C) 1986 UMG Recordings, Inc.
Kick ass song. A somewhat shitty video but not as shitty as the short mullet of the drummer. Grow your hair faggot! You're in a metal band!! The singer looks like... well, crap.
Tesla Modern Day Cowboy lyrics
Stormy night under jet black skies, Billy pulls into town
The thunder rolled and the lightning bolts come crashin' to the ground
Cold as ice, hard as stone, as he walks into the room
With another man who was feeling the same way, all hell's breakin' loose
Bang bang, shoot 'em up, bang bang, blow you away
[Chorus:]
It's a showdown in the no man's land, for the cowboy of the modern day
Come sundown, don't be hangin' round, 'cos the cowboy'll blow you away
Al Capone and the Bad Boy Jones, on the wrong side of the law
Johnny D and his company, always first to the draw,
Gangster lean, feelin' so mean, try to take more than their share
'Cos all they saw was ruling it all, the scent of blood was in the air
[Chorus]
[Solo]
So here we are and we've come this far, but it's only getting worse
Foreign lands with their terrorist demands, only cause the good to hurt
The U.S.A., the U.S.S.R., with their six-guns to their side
I see the message, written on the wall, too much anger deep inside
Twisted Sister - Burn In Hell (Official banned Music Video)
Excellent song, questionable video. Just to proove you that Twisted Sister is much more than metal pop songs and cheesy make-up.
Now let's talk about the video... This is the Official banned Music Video from "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure". For those who are fortunate enough to not knowing, Pee-Wee Herman is a stupid faggot, closet paedophile man-child. And the movie is about him running across the US to find his super, modified cheesy bicycle who was stolen at the beginning of this silly film. No wonder the video was banned, since "Burn In Hell" is such a dark, heavy song for a child comedy. In addition, at the time, Twisted Sister and Heavy Metal music were seen as the Mother of All Evil.
TWISTER SISTER - BURN IN HELL (lyrics)
Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say
As you go down, down, down
you gonna burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell
You can't believe all the things i've done wrong in my life
Without even trying i've lived on the edge of a knife
Well, i've played with fire, but i don't want to get myself burned
To thine own self be true, so i think that it's time for a turn
Before I burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell
Take a good look in your heart, tell me what do you see?
It's black and it's dark, now is that how you want it to be?
It's up to you, what you do will decide your own fate
Make your choice now for tomorrow may be far too late
And then you'll burn in hell
Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you
(Oh, burn in hell)
Lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you
(Oh, burn in hell)
Play with evil, 'cause i'm free
Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you
Lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you
Play with evil, 'cause i'm free
You're gonna burn in hell
Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you
Lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you
Play with evil, 'cause i'm free
You're gonna burn in hell
Hear no evil, don't you see no evil
(Oh, burn in hell)
don't you lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Speak no evil, don't you think no evil,
(Oh, burn in hell)
Don't you play with evil, 'cause i'm free
You're gonna burn in hell
Hear no evil, don't you see no evil
(oh, burn in hell)
Don't you lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Metal Church - Watch the Children Pray (Official Video)
Metal Church - Watch the children pray (lyrics)
Songwriters: CARNELL, DAVID WAYNE / WELLS, CRAIG STEPHEN / VANDERHOOF, KURDT YORK
In a darkened graveyard glows a light.
I see it shine there every night.
I know somewhere there's a hidden door.
There's an answer here we must explore.
No, I'll not submit to reason.
I'll sit and watch the seasons change.
We watch the children pray.
Save us God today,
Come whatever may.
We hold our fate and make the choice,
But we'll not listen to that still small voice.
Are we just crazy, out of our minds?
Wish this were someplace, another time.
We watch the children pray.
Save us God today,
Come whatever may.
And I know we're going
So far away from this wretched life we lead.
With open arms meet catastrophe,
In the valley of the damned we'll be.
And I know we're going
So far away from this wretched life we lead.
With open arms meet catastrophe,
In the valley of the damned we'll be.
We watch the children pray.
Save us God today,
Come whatever may.
And now to life we say goodbye.
I know the when but not the why.
Our nation's blood spills on the ground.
Our lives go out without a sound.
Dead Horse (Cheval Mort)
Cette chanson a été composée et écrite par Axl Rose. Il parle ici des problèmes qu'il a eu avec son ex (selon moi Erin Everly).
A noter que c'est l'une des rares chansons où Axl joue la guitare Rythmique (avec la chanson Shotgun Blues sur l'album Use Your Illusion II). Le riff de guitare est étrangement ressemblant à celui de la chanson très controversée One In A Million qui apparait sur l'album G N' R Lies.
Sick of this life J'en ai marre de cette vie Not that you'd care Celle à laquelle tu ne prête aucune attention pour le moment I'm not the only one with Je ne suis pas le seul Whom these feelings I share Qui ressent ces sentiments Nobody understands Il n'y a personne qui comprend vraiment pourquoi nous sommes ici Quite why we're here Nous sommes à la recherche de réponses We're searchin' for answers Qui n'apparaissent jamais That never appear Mais peut-être que si je regardais un peu mieux But maybe if I looked real hard I'd Je verrais que tu essai toi aussi I'd see your tryin' too De comprendre cette vie To understand this life, Cette vie que nous tous allons traverser That we're all goin' through (Ensuite quand elle m'a dit qu'elle se ferait un plaisir (Then when she said she was gonna like wreck my car... I didn't know what to do) De démolir ma bagnole... je ne savais plus quoi faire) Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse Parfois j'ai l'impression de battre un cheval mort An I don't know why you'd be bringin' me down Et je ne sais pas pourquoi tu voudrais m'en empêcher I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more J'aimerais penser que notre amour vaut beaucoup plus It may sound funny but you'd think by now Ça peut paraître drôle mais maintenant tu y pense I'd be smilin' Je serait souriant I guess some things never change Je crois que quelques choses ne changent jamais Never change Ne changent jamais I met an old cowboy J'ai rencontré un vieux cowboy I saw the look in his eyes J'ai vu le regard dans ses yeux Somethin' tells me he's been here before Quelque chose me dit qu'il a été ici auparavant 'Cause experience makes you wise Parce que l'expérience te rend intelligent I was only a small child Je n'était qu'un gamin When the thought first came to me Quand cette pensée vint d'abord à moi That I'm a son of a gun and the gun of a son Tel père tel fils et tel fils tel père That brought back the devil in me Cela ramenena le diable en moi Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse Mais parfois j'ai l'impression de battre un cheval mort And I don't know why you'd be bringin' me down Et je ne sais pas pourquoi tu voudrais m'en empêcher I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more J'aimerais penser que notre amour vaut beaucoup plus It may sound funny but you'd think by now Ça peut paraître marrant mais maintenant tu y pense I'd be smilin' Je serait souriant I guess some things never change Je crois que quelques choses ne changent jamais Never change Ne changent jamais I ain't quite what you'd call an old soul Je ne suis pas du tout ce que tu appelle une vieille âme Still wet behind the ears Encore mouillée derrière les oreilles I been around this track a couple o' times J'étais près de cette voie un bon nombre de fois But now the dust is startin' to clear Mais maintenant la poussière commence à s'envoler Oh yeah ! ! ! Oh Yeah ! ! ! Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse Mais parfois j'ai l'impression de battre un cheval mort And I don't know why you'd be bringin' me down Et je ne sais pas pourquoi tu voudrais m'en empêcher I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more J'aimerais penser que notre amour vaut beaucoup plus It may sound funny but you'd think by now Ça peut paraître amusant mais maintenant tu y pense I'd be smilin' Je serait souriant Ooh yeah, I'd be smilin' Je crois que quelques choses ne changent jamais No way I'd be smilin' Ne changent jamais Ooh smilin' Je serais souriant Oh Yeah, je serais souriant Pas question je serais souriant Ohh, souriant
