Mindless Self Indulgence Album

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a second

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
LyricsShut it up

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fucking minute

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a second

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

I don't find it funny right now (right now)
Just want my ma-ma-ma-money right now (now)
I'm on my way to the party right now (right now)

I don't find it funny right now (right now)
Just want my ma-ma-ma-money right now (now)
I'm on my way to the party right now (right now)

Because the break, the break, the break

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

I can't wait for you to shut me up
And make me hip like badass
I can't wait for you to shut me up
Shut it up

Goodbye 1989
I wanna be the one in control
Rock my white shoes, polo tie
The next big thing for five years running

It's not your turn
It's not your turn yet

Back off you little shits
Gnawing at my fists
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off you little whores
Get 'em on all fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

Goodbye 1989
I wanna be the one in control
LyricsRock my white shoes, polo tie
The next big thing for five years running

It's not your turn
It's not your turn yet

Back off you little shits
Gnawing at my fists
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off you little whores
Get 'em on all fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

Some babies wanna get down like this
We eat what we like
Some babies wanna get down like this
We eat what we like

Back off you little shits
Gnawing at my fists
I see they breed you by the boatload

Back off you little whores
Get 'em on all fours
And let me beat you to the fucking punch bowl

My body's not even cold
My act is just getting old

All aboard
Hit the road
All the bullshit
Can't be ignored

It's hard to place
In my face
No emotion

All the problems
Make me wanna go
Like a bad girl
Straight to video

Little darling
Welcome to the show
You're a failure
Played in stereo

Hiedi ho
Here we go
LyricsNo solution
Strong undertow

Quite unfair
Quite a pair
No box office

All the problems
Make me wanna go
Like a bad girl
Straight to video

Little darling
Welcome to the show
You're a failure
Played in stereo

I never noticed
No, never noticed
You're so amazing
So amazing

I never noticed
No, never noticed
You're so amazing
So amazing

All aboard
Hit the road
All aboard
Here we go

All the problems
Make me wanna go
Like a bad girl
Straight to video

Little darling
Welcome to the show
You're a failure
Played in stereo

I never noticed
No, never noticed
You're so amazing
So amazing

I never said it
No, never said
You're suffocating
Suffocating

I never noticed
No, never noticed
You're beauty's fading
Fading

The Modern with the warrior
The mean with the stride
The Tom with the sawyer
And the mean, mean, mean, mean pride.

And though his mind is not for rent,
Don't put him down as arrogant.
His reserve, a quiet defense,
Riding out the day's events.

The river

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society.
Catch the mist-mist, catch the myth-myth
Catch the myst-ery, catch the drift-drift.

The world is the world is,
Love and life are deep,
Maybe as his eyes are wide.

LyricsThe Tom with the sawyer
With the eye on the you,
the space he invades
He gets by by by by....

No his mind is not for rent
To any God or government.
Always hopeful, yet discontent,
He knows changes aren't permanent,

But change is.

And what you say about his company
Is what you say about society.
Catch the wit-ness, catch the wit-wit,
Catch the spi-rit, catch the spit-spit.

The world is the world is,
Love and life are deep,
Maybe as his skies are wide.

Exit the warrior,
The Tom with the sawyer,
The eye on the you,
Energy trade
Right on to,
The friction of the day.

You don't mean it

You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
And so you're accepted

It's time you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you bitchin and moanin
You think you could afford a fuckin bottle of asprin

Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit

You don't mean it

You need a uniform
So you won't be ignored
You are affected
LyricsAnd so you're accepted

It's time you invested in a bottle of poison
So we don't have to hear about you bitchin and moanin
You think you could afford a fuckin bottle of asprin

You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons

You don't mean it

Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit

You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons

Boo fuckin hoo you're not the only one whose live's a piece of shit
And yet miraculously somehow we all seem to deal with it
Did anybody think that you would really seriously slit your wrists
In fact I think that everybody thinks you're seriously full of shit

You think you're saying something relevant as you connect the dots
You never realized you have to get in line to suck a cock
You're telling me that fifty million screaming fans are never wrong
I'm telling you that fifty million screaming fans are fucking morons

You don't mean it

Beat me up
Beat me down
Mess me up
Beyond all recognition

For what it's worth
I'd do it again
With no consequence
I will do it again

Hard up, so hunt me down, down, down
Jump the gun bust a cap in your crown

yo yo yo, word
My tendency's never returned
Recieved like a big fat jerk
I been silly, but not absurd
Cuz you know that's what I heard
Tell ya thoughts that's mostly pure
So everything's splended, sure
I just there to in-jure
Lyrics
On the fence
The consequence
What do they know
About that

On the track
Ahead in the back
What do they know
About that

I'm quite depressed
I'm quite a mess

Beat me up
Beat me down
Mess me up
Beyond all recognition

For what it's worth
I'd do it again
With no consequence
I will do it again

Hard up, so hunt me down, down, down
Jump the gun bust a cap hit the ground

yo yo yo, word
My tendency's never returned
Recieved like a big fat jerk
I been silly, but not absurd
Cuz you know that's what I heard
Tell ya thoughts that's mostly pure
So everything's splended, sure
I just there to in-jure

On the fence
The consequence
What do they know
About that

On the track
Ahead of the pack
What do they know
About that

I'm quite depressed
I'm quite a mess

Hey, someone to stab in the back
Hey, someone to fall through the crack
Hey, someone to punch in the face
Hey, someone to fall through the crack

Written all over my face [repeat]

yo yo yo, word
My tendency's never returned
Recieved like a big fat jerk
I been silly, but not absurd
Cuz you know that's what I heard
Tell ya thoughts that's mostly pure
So everything's splended, sure
I just there to in-jure

On the fence
The consequence
What do they know
About that

On the track
Ahead in the back
What do they know
About that

I'm quite depressed
I'm quite a mess

Is it simple enough for you?
Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Is it simple enough for you?
Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Is it simple enough for you?
Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Is it simple enough for you?
Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?

Should I talk slower like you're a retard
Should I talk slower like you're retarded

Yo they think you're dumb
I think you're smart
No, wait, I lied
I think you're dumb

They think you're dumb
I think you're smart
No, wait, I lied
I think you're dumb
Lyrics
Get it
Get it
Get it
You just dont get it
Get it
Get it
Get it

You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker

You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfuck

Is it simple enough for you?
Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Is it simple enough for you?
Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Is it simple enough for you?
Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?
Is it simple enough for you?
Does everybody understand? Are you all still following me?

Should I talk slower like you're a retard?
Should I talk slower like you're retarded?

Yo, they think you're dumb
I think you're smart
No, wait, I lied
I think you're dumb

They think you're dumb
I think you're smart
No, wait, I lied
I think you're dumb

Get it?
Get it?
Get it?
You just dont get it!!!
Get it?
Get it?
Get it?

You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker

You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfuck

It's under your nose
It's under your nose
It's under your nose
It's under your nose

It's over your head
It's over your head
It's over your head
It's over your head

It's out of your reach
It's out of your reach
It's out of your reach
It's out of your reach

You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker

You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfucker
You stupid motherfuck

Nana
Nana
Nana
Nanananana

Nana
Nana
Nana
Nanananana

Nana
Nana
Nana
Nanananana

Nana
Nana
Nana
Nanananana

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

I definitely give myself props
And that way I always get what I want
I always try to keep my edge
With two hookers and an eight ball

Nigga for all the stolen goods
As I rock that niggas and get freaky-deaky
With a front row ticket for all of my bitches
'Cause my mamma said to pick the very best one

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
It ain't that fuckin' hard

I'm standing up to all my abuse
LyricsInexperience is where I lose
I'm struggling to keep my edge

With two hookers and an eight ball
Baby, for all the fine ladies
Falling out of my mercedes and into the eighties
With a bad case of rabies and a hot coffee

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

I'm not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

I'm not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

I'm not that fucking wonderful
No no no
I thought I told you to go

Puppy dog
Puppy dog

Eight ball nigga's for all the stolen goods
I rock them bitches and get freekydeeky
With the front row tickets for all of my bitches
'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that I write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

Two hookers and an eight ball
Can you believe that i write this shit
Two hookers and an eight ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

Everyone in highschool will worship
The fucking ground I walk on
If it was up to me

I'll never be a target
I'll never be a fucking virgin
But it's not up to me

You make me hard
You make me hard
You make me hard
You make me hard

So now I'm (woooo)
We got the limo (woooo)
I'm nothing (woooo)

'Cause I'll be fucking at the
Best prom ever

So now I'm (woooo)
LyricsWe got the limo (woooo)
I'm nothing (woooo)

'Cause I'll be fucking at the
Best prom ever

Everyone in highschool will worship
The fucking ground I walk on
If it was up to me

I'll never be a target
I'll never be a fucking virgin
But it's not up to me

You make me hard
You make me hard
You make me hard
You make me hard

So now I'm (woooo)
We got the limo (woooo)
I'm nothing (woooo)

'Cause I'll be fucking at the
Best prom ever
Best prom ever

Guess what, girlfriend
You have got nothing on me, whore
You won't be missed
So get the whole fucking thing over with

Best prom ever

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

I'm so down underground
I'll be scalping all my tickets
Floating up like scouts can
Like ya'll can tell the difference

The mission fishin' for th
Missin' prissy little kids
We shoot 'em in a barrel
It's so easy when they're pissed

Under educated
Extra caffeinated
I just masturbated
Now I'm motivated

Can't live with us
LyricsYou can't live without us
I take it then I break it
Then you write my paycheck

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
And after all this the rest is all bullshit
And you love it, you love it
You love it, you love it

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

I'm bumping like a pimp on the stage to save face
I overcompensate with very bad taste
No offense, no romance, sick of your parents

I'm about to take a stance
And drop off my underpants
It's no accident
You will pay my rent

And I am free to download all the porno on the internet

Carried on a stick, stick
Not too fucking quick, quick
Now that I'm a prick, prick
Ya'll can jack my dick, dick

Say no to brains
It's a no-brainer
Lowest common
Denominator

It pays the bills
To be this sterile
Fuck me now
Rip me off later

And you love it
You love it
You love it
You love it

After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit
After this the rest is all bullshit

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can't live with us, you can't live without us

You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can call me little Miss Piss with a kiss
You can't live with us, you can't live without us

When I step to the mic I show no - MERCY!
When I throw back junk I show no - MERCY!
When I'm better than your life I show no - MERCY!
When I fall off the bike I show no - MERCY!

All (ah ah)
I need (ah ah)
is ...
To rock this here beat so I defeat
All (ah ah)
I need (ah ah)
is a def beat
To bust it, fly baby

[backwards:]
masturbating, defecating,
Microphone commander
Never...hesitating
Deaf with a record
Here's the invitation
Accept no subsitute and no immitation
LyricsWe're the fuckers
We're the fuckees
and all that i know's that they don't give a fuck about me
Wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh
wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh

When I step to the mic I show no - MERCY!
When I throw back junk I show no - MERCY!
When I'm better than your life I show no - MERCY!
When I fall off the bike I show no - MERCY!

[backwards:]
these eyes, they look outside
you can never, ever, ever, win a battle with me
in little bitty pieces
that is what you get (ah) when you step to me - HUH!

All (ah ah)
I need (ah ah)
is ...
To rock this here beat so I defeat
All (ah ah)
I need (ah ah)
is a def beat
To bust it, fly baby

[backwards:]
masturbating, defecating,
Microphone commander
Never hesitating
Deaf with a record
Here's the invitation
Accept no subsitute and no imitation
We're the fuckers
We're the fuckees
and all that i know's that they don't give a fuck about me
Wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh
wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh

[backwards:]
masturbating, defecating,
Microphone commander
Never hesitating
Deaf with a record
Here's the invitation
Accept no subsitute and no immitation
We're the fuckers
We're the fuckees
and all that i know's that they don't give a fuck about me

Wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh
wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh weeee-ooh
Wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh

When I step to the mic I show no - MERCY!
When I throw back junk I show no - MERCY!
When I'm better than your life I show no - MERCY!
When I fall off the bike I show no - MERCY!

To all the stupid people and the rest
You are about to witness something you've never witnessed before this
but ladies and gentlemen Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two members of Little Jimmy
(impossible to hear this part)
in the place to be we're gonna show you how to do it for the year 2005
kicking it, and are you sick all the mothers like in their world
because we need to continue to rock stop his modem cold to minimize the scene
cutting out all the lyrical coherence because we know how to up-upload it
this is a Paul mix man we all wish underworld set this no good moment
and ya'll know us that's when we run into something like this

La-di-da-di da-di-da-di we likes to party-party
We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody
We are just just some men up on the mic
When-when we grab the pitch, YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT
F**k all-a-y'all who's going to Hell
Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself
'Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin'
That's what we create, because that be our mission
So listen close to what we say
Because (WHAT) this type of shit happens every day (WHAT)
this type of shit happens EVERY DAY (WHAT)
THIS TYPE OF SHIT HAPPENS EVERY DAY

I woke up AROUND two in the MORNIN'
Did a lot of COKE, strechin', YAWNIN'
Went into the BATHROOM to wash UP
Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch
Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all?
There was a rubble-rubble-dubble
Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said...

You are you conceited bastard!
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Change my clothes, spark my hair
I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear
And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have
The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million dolla's
I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla'
Stepped out the crib, stopped short
Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn
SHIT I FORGOT MY F**KING CANGO

Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley
Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley, (uhh-huhh)
God damn bitch played hard to get
So I said, what's up girl, you look like shit
Don't cry, dry your eye
Sally tells her momma, you all better hide tonight
Because her mom stepped up from behind
Hit her in the FACE, stabbed her in the EYE
Punched her in the BELLY, stepped on her FEET
Slammed the girl on the hard concrete
Oohhhh BITCH was STRONG, momma's GONE
Something seemed WRONG, now what is going on
I tried to bust it up, I said, stop it, leave her
She said, if I can't have you, she can't eitherrrrrrrrr

She grabbed me hard, grabbed my cock
I broke out like I had the chicken pox
Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly
She put her f**king finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said,
Why don't you give me some play
Stop avoiding me like you is gay
I wet my pants whenever you say
Oohhh bitches love me cause they know that I can (beat box)
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you're always getting laid
Oohh on and on and on and on and... (WORD) whatever (SHAKA-ZULU)

I said, (PLAYED OUT) I'm gonna give her a kiss
I said, you can't have me, I'm too young for you miss
She said, no you are not, then she starts crying
I said, I'm 18 and she says stop lying
Seriously, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
POW

Okay people, we're talking about Kenny Muhammad
The Human Orchestra, I'm not jokin' ya know
He's wicked, he's livin', he's vibin'
With the hardcore verbal beatery
Beatbox criminal, top of his category
That's a little something special for your Mindless CD