1.Danger： Wildman
Lyricist：James Baney, Jeremy Depoyster, Mike Hrancia, Christopher
Rubey, Andrew Trick, Larry Daniel Williams
I know a ghost
And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance
Vanity is a sepulcher
Do as you please, shame will follow
Do as you please and shame will follow
Languages rot and insects lose interest
Mountains of plastic, melting away
As long as these struggles are aimless
We will all be standing still, standing still
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
Collect the leaves, count them, name them
Study each and every single one of them
As long as these struggles are aimless
We will all be standing still, standing still
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
All mistakes can be marked by borders
All of love can be traced to a maker
It seems as if what is most important
Isn't noticed when forgotten
Do as you please, shame will follow
Do as you please and shame will follow
The sun and the moon
You'll always take them for granted
What's delicate is lost
As the selfish forget what is sacred
The humble forget themselves
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
2.Spongebob Grindpants
Artist Name：The Devil Wears Prada
Album Name：
Song Name：Spongebob Grindpants
are you ready kids
aye aye captain.
i can't hear you.
aye aye captain!
who lives in a pineapple under the sea？ (pig squeal)
spongebob squarepants! (scream)
absorbant and yellow and porous is he! (pig squeal)
spongebob squarepants! (scream)
if nautical nonsense be something you wish!
spongebob squarepants!
then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!
spongebob squarepants, spongebob squarepants,
spongebob squarepants!
3.Still Fly
Lyricist：Byron Thomas, Bryan Williams
Whats up, Fresh , it's our turn, baby
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent
But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly
Gotcha car, play gems on shine, said it's mine
Get a mink, baby girl, let's ride
You da numba 1 stunna, and we gonna glide
And go straight to the mall and turn out the inside
Prowler Gucci full length leather
Burbons cooler, Coogi sweater
Twenty inches pop my feather
The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so fly
Numba 1, don't tangle and twisle
When it come to these cars I am that nigga
The Gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers
We shine like paint daddy this our summer
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent
But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich da, dada, dada, da
Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck？
Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite ya butt
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma playa is where u can find me
Pushing through the parking lot on 24's
Cadillac Escalade with the chromed out nose
With the navigation arrow headed straight to your spot
Where your wife really love me 'cause the sex is so hot
Put the Caddy up, Start the 3 wheel Benz
Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens
Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat
TV where the horn go, boy can you top that？
I'ma show you some shit rookie press that button
The trunk went eh, eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didn't see no wire's
And then I heard boom from the amplifiers
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala Loud pipes, drinking that hen
It's the birdy, birdy man, I'll do it again
In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's
Looking at my Gucci it's about that time
6 bad broads flying in at 9
New Suburban truck with the porno showin'
Up and down and up they go and
Bodies on the Roadster Lexus
You know with that hard top beamer, mommy that's your truck
I'm coming up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up the bubbley
430 lex with convertible top
The rims keep spinning every time I stop
I got a superman Benz that I scored from shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money's spent
But thats okay, 'cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da
4.The Scorpion Deathlock
Lyricist：James Selleck Baney, Jeremy Robert Depoyster, Michael James
Hranica, Christopher Henry Rubey, Andrew Jerome Trick, Larry
Daniel Williams
Distance decreases
As if time is a dying cockroach
Plagues enclose
Plagues enclose
Sitting upon this wooden bench
I am helpless to billions of bullets
In this moment I am helpless
In this moment
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves？
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves？
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves？ Why？
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves？
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves？
No poem I've wrote nor song I have sung
Can halt the army of wrath
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
In this moment I am helpless, helpless
In this moment
Serpents will transform into mice
Only to drown in the deepest red
I've always expressed my thoughts in colors
But we remain blind
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
5.Goats On A Boat
Lyricist：James Selleck Baney, Jeremy Robert Depoyster, Michael James
Hranica, Christopher Henry Rubey, Andrew Jerome Trick, Larry
Daniel Williams
Whatever happened to the integrity
Found within a family？
I return your glare
And my bones are chilled
With some sort of sickening
Recipe of fear and anger
Day by day, time after time again
Time after time again
You distort chronology
You foster of terror
Bury your diamonds
Destroy your rubies
We are searching for
Security in tragedy
Take a look around
And notice the black
Drowning our simplicity
We are the constant decay
Each note will disintegrate
Perched upon, upon our towers
Motionless and miserable
Here's to a comfortable
How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation
(Casket)
How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation
(Casket)
I wish to write, I wish to write
I wish to write a conclusion
6.Nickels Is Money Too
Lyricist：James Selleck Baney, Jeremy Robert Depoyster, Michael James
Hranica, Christopher Henry Rubey, Andrew Jerome Trick, Larry
Daniel Williams
Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful
We're burying earth in earth
White hands, soft hands carefully
This makes no sense
What's that sound I hear？
I'm lost in a state of confusion
Oh ground
I despise you, but rejoice in your essence
Envy will cease my sky, greed will cease my sky
'Here's a farmer that hung himself
On the expectation of plenty'
At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Endless gore becomes reality
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced
7.Swords, Dragons ＆ Diet Coke
Lyricist：James Selleck Baney, Jeremy Robert Depoyster, Michael James
Hranica, Christopher Henry Rubey, Andrew Jerome Trick, Larry
Daniel Williams
Be gone with you, you articles of nothingness
I don't know what I have to do to prove myself
This audience is stern
Gray is what has risen from the pits
Choose a new medicine to control it
You though you had me fooled
The gray is what has risen from the pits
My lady, let us Waltz, we can ignore the firearms
Guns manufactured by fear
I will never be forgotten, I will never forget you
With dead tongues and lonely hearts
We cough the poison out
And yet I sing a song of hope
Your final days approach
This will be our final confrontation
This will be our last
8.Texas Is South
Lyricist：James Selleck Baney, Jeremy Robert Depoyster, Michael James
Hranica, Christopher Henry Rubey, Andrew Jerome Trick, Larry
Daniel Williams
Good evening, miss
All I ever do is wish things were different
This envy is destroying me and it is obvious
I'm looking to put a bullet into the tile floor
Mark this, I want to say something
We were blessed but now I wet my lips
And wait for them to dry
The lust of the dress
The thought of her lips reverent smile
These letters I've wrote are shackled to my chest
Her tantalization
She is misconception
Good evening, miss
9.Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over
Lyricist：James Selleck Baney, Jeremy Robert Depoyster, Michael James
Hranica, Christopher Henry Rubey, Andrew Jerome Trick, Larry
Daniel Williams
Welcome to the war; a martyr's challenge
Chainsaw brutality tornado strength
King of the diamond, king of the grave
Lawlessness stains black on whitewashed tombs
We're too strong to compromise
Don't be ashamed of your faith
Dear Lord, deliver me from hypocrisy
And surcease the scarlet desire
He wears a slick jacket and gold watch
Her dishonesty has scarred hands
10.Still Fly (Big Tymers Cover)
Lyricist：Byron Thomas, Bryan Williams
What's up, Fresh？ It's our turn, baby
Gator Boots, with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly
Gotcha car play gems on shine
Said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl, let's ride
You da Numba 1 stunna and we gonna glide
And go straight to the mall and turn out the inside
Prowler Gucci full length leather
Bourbons cooler, Coogi sweater
Twenty inches pop my feather
The Birdman daddy, I fly in any weather
Alligator seats with the head in the inside
Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly
Numba 1, don't tangle and twist
When it come to these cars, I am that fella
The Gucci with the matching interior
3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle
It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers
We shine like paint daddy, this our summer
Gator Boots with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But thats okay 'cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da
Have you ever seen the crocodile seats in the truck？
Turn around and sit it down and let em' bite yo' butt
See, the steering wheel is Fendi, dashboard Armani
With your baby momma, playa is where you can find me
Pushing through the parking lot on 24's Cadillac
Escalate with the chromed out nose
With the navigation arrow headed straight to I-hop
Aunt Jamima really loves me 'cause my syrup is so hot
Put the Caddy up, start the 3 wheel Benz
Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens
Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat
TV where the horn go, boy, can you top that？
I'm a show you some, rookie press that button
The trunk went, eh, eh and all of a sudden
4 15's didn't see no wire's and then I heard boom from the
amplifiers
Breakdown
Let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins
Impala loud pipes, drinking that Hen
It's the birdy, birdy man I'll do it again
In the Cadillac truck 24's with 10's
Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
6 bad broads flying in at 9
New suburban truck with the paint job showing
Up and down and up they go
And bodies on the Roadster Lexus
You know with that hardtop beamer
Mommy, that's your truck
I'm coming up the hood been lovely
New shoes on the whip and I wake up the bubbly
430 lex with convertible top
The rims keep spinning every time I stop
I got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq
With a old school Caddy with a diamond in the back
Gator Boots with the pimped out Gucci suit
Ain't got no job but I stay sharp
Can't pay my rent 'cause all my money's spent
But that's okay 'cause I'm still fly
Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class
But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride
Got everything in my moma's name
But I'm hood rich, da, dada, dada, da
11.Hey John, What's Your Name Again？
Lyricist：Dan Mccafferty, Darrell Sweet, Manuel Charlton, Pete Agnew
The concept of fashion
Is the one to blame
Painting the portrait of
Conviction-less existence
Well, it must be difficult
Being so gorgeous
Well it must be difficult
Claiming to be
The kings and queens
But it's all
But it's all
But it's all
But it's all
For nothing
This shall pass, megalomania
This shall pass, megalomania
Congratulations on mutilation
For a life, for a life
Life, life, life
Life, life, life
I'm going to hope for you
I'm going to pray for you
For you amongst
The reckless and the black
Salvation lies within
I'm going to hope for you
I'm going to pray for you
For you amongst the reckless and the black
My time is your's my friend
We all find ourselves so horribly weak
(Oh, God)
Here's an offering
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