Full Album Lyrics

Everything is Boring and Everyone is a Fucking Liar (2011)
by Spank Rock / Sept 27th 2011 / Bad Blood Records
Official Lyrics

Ta-da (Lyrics)

Let me shine a little light on your shelf
A man is not a man if he don’t speak for himself
A man is not a man if he don’t shoot for the stars
A man is not a man if he ain’t writing his bars
Just a mannequin for emperor’s new clothes
Just a little pawn playing his role
Now it’s my move, I’m wise and unashamed
I love to break rules
Ejected from the game
Protected by my team
Respected by my scene
Reflected as a king
As big mouth strikes again
Banging all his hip hop and R&B
Thinking he is who I aspire to be
Is really just another sucka nigger to me
So I’m gold and low and behold
Bitch niggers fall flat like a centerfold

Let me shine a little light on your shelf (ta-da, ta-da)

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Flex Lex Luger lethal ‘merican muscle
Run the 8 Mile in ‘bout sixteen flat
Let a Bmore nigger hold it you might never get it back
If every rapper sound the same and
Every ghetto is a trap and
All they chasing is the cheese then
Every nigger is a rat
Man up baby show a little bit of heart
Cause you will never find the light if you afraid of the dark

Let me shine a little light on your shelf (ta-da, ta-da)

Unprecedented
Temperament
Implemented
Infinite inventiveness
Excellent
You just getting into it?
My sound clash like a crash
You little accident
Fender bender
Tender is the dollar every minute on the hour
Let it shower you
I’m piling up that Doublemint
Blow Pop
Red Hot
Mike Ike
Spank Rock
Willy Wonk
Donks Dump
Call it what you want but
I don’t give a fuck back it up
Let me play with that little (whistle)
Like a Tonka truck

Nasty (Feat. Big Freedia) (Lyrics)

Fuck your rules (whore)
I’m smoking on the inside
Dance like you from Bmore
Pushing up on your backside
Pushing back on my dick right
Rubbing close to your insides
Like a kid on a donkey ride
Stockholm, Philly
Get your life (party!)
We ain’t gotta be rich, bitch
We ain’t trying to play God, dog
We ain’t gotta be stars y’all
As long as we stay smart
Legs up on the wall y’all
Hands down on the ground now
Bent over the woofer
Let the bass rub you down

(You nasty)
Dancing feels better this way
So much better this way

When I say halle-, you say -lujah
Halle(lujah)!
Jesus
Take it to church
Clocked in rocking
Putting in work
I be on my grind got my hands in the dirt
I’m an oddity pardon me
Going berserk
Mediocrity parting with his feelings hurt
That ain’t cool
And without cool I guess we just be (jerks!)
What’d I look like dying for God?
Get a clue you motherfuckers
Let’s get the crew together
Put these clues together (and figure it out!)
I have a new idea
I have a new idea
I have a new idea

Slap the wall, shake it like a dog
Slap the floor, make your booty go
Slap that ass, shake it real fast
Move it in motion
Pussy pop pussy pop pop pop pop
Let’s go
The pussy, the pussy pussy, the pussy pussy
The pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy don’t stop
Bend over girl, bust over girl, bend over now pussy pop
Slap the wall, shake it like a dog
Slap the floor, make your booty go
Slap that ass, shake it real fast
Move it in motion
Shake for me
Come drop for Freedia
Come dance for me
Pussy pop for me

Car Song (Feat. Santigold) (Lyrics)

Lets make this money like Olsons
Well, more like Big or Orson Welles
Real nigger with stories to tell
106 got souls for sale
Hasids on my kosher dill
I took New York like Cloverfield
Now I want to go west
(Like Kanye?)
I was thinking more Cornell
Groupies throw their goodies like
Pennies down the wishing well
Think they know me cause they saw me
With my dick out in the Sofitel
Bless my mic and hold it well
Bitch come be my Vicki Vale
The only PG thing ‘bout me is Tofer
Fuck the world for real
How hip hop dying
I ain’t lying stiff
Though I’ve been sick for years
These niggers just don’t wanna take it there
Stop for a few years just to make it fair
But why when I got ‘em up in the club
Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who’s got the keys to my car
I don’t know, I don’t know
I want to be where you are
I know, I know, I know

Take my picture
I make it rain till the soil gets richer
Till the seeds rupture and reach their
Bloom and flaunt their features
You ain’t no star
We don’t really care who you are
Just two tits out a bra
Just two lips on my balls
Boo bitch you stripped for a blog?
Everybody wants to get into
A scene to be seen
Don’t want to contribute
All for themselves
Won’t pay tribute
Me? I’m too strong
You need to dilute
I see you
You roll on through
Go save yourself
Can’t save me too
Repent at the gates but until I do
I’ma do me, you go and do you

I want to see how far
Go till the road gets dark
Chasing the lines on tar
Till I am where you are

Who’s got the keys to my car
I don’t know, I don’t know
I want to be where you are
I know, I know, I know

Birfday (Lyrics)

Riding in my limousine
Off to meet the Acid Queen
Sipping on some liquid luck
Living out my party dream
Jet Boy high like trampolines
I think it’s about time we celebrate
How the fuck these frank and bean niggers
Want shrimp and steak
Let them eat cake

Every day I wake up it feel like my fucking birfday

I wish you loved me unconditionally
Blow the damn candles out
Who the fuck want ice cream
I want ice and cream
Government don’t hand it out
So I’m working harder than
A clan of sandniggers from Iran
Looking for uranium
Understand that these days
Time move so fast that you gotta act twice your age

I’m a big boy now
I do big things now
I got big thoughts now
for my big life

The Dance (Lyrics)

I invented dance in 2006
Stomping out roaches on my bedroom floor
It felt something like a magic trick
That I never ever seen before
April 11th, I’m so dumb
It’s my daddy’s birthday
I’m his favorite son
So before I hit the door
I gave him call
He was glad I rung

And I said, “Dad!”
Look what I’ve done
I’m moving to the drum
Did you ever thought you’d see
In your wildest dreams
The dance

I, myself at the Chicken Hut
Crushing and snorting a philosopher’s stone
Sucking and drinking on dragon’s blood
Looking for someone to pluck and bone
I ain’t shit, dick shit
That no one knows
I ain’t mad, that’s how it goes
I wore all couture
Bent my knees in the middle of the floor

And they said, “Hey!”
Look what he’s done
He’s moving to the drum
Did you ever thought you’d see
In your wildest dreams
The dance

#1 Hit (Lyrics)

I can make you famous
He can buy you bottles but I can buy your billboard

I can make you famous
What them other ladies kill for
Get you out the hood
Raise your babies in the hills shorty
Broke bitches break dollars
Pop bottles still poor
Take you out the door and
Take you on a world tour
They hate us cause they ain’t us and
They ain’t us cause they ain’t shit
Shorty’s a grenade and her man ain’t paid shit
Everybody’s flashing new profile pics
I could get you paparazzi’ed
Put you into Page Six bitch

Have you ever seen your name in lights
Maybe that could change tonight
Have you ever seen a start so bright
Baby let me change your life

I can make you famous
He can buy you bottles but I can buy your billboard

The movies, TV, TMZ : basics
Face down shake them hips when the bass hits
Salt lime rocks make the shots feel painless
Your man make you sick, Ma?
I can make you famous

Turn It Off (Lyrics)

Live for something
Move for something
Work for something
Push for something
Fight for something
Stand for something

Turn that weak shit off
Turn that fake shit off

The good die young
I’ve been so good I’m so glad I made it
Didn’t sell out still ringing up the greatest
Bang for your buck
Holler for your dollar
Loop for your loot
Pussy niggers spit as soft as my shoe
Sammy Davis jew
Too black for BET, PackofRats
Conk: the hair slicked back
Post-black personality crisis
I might just Emmett Till these niggers
Till they keep it real nigger
Get the fuck off the moon

Live for something
Move for something
Work for something
Push for something
Fight for something
Stand for something

Turn that weak shit off
Turn that fake shit off

Hava Nagila nigger
Viva la vida
Extravaganza blow out your speakers
I’m a Stonewall nigger with an attitude
DIY til I die
That’s how a real nigger do
I hate my generation
Everybody always want something for nothing
You fags ain’t got no gumption
Rush for recognition ain’t got no function
The ship has sailed out nigger you late
Fail, get bailed out
Like the public school system
Automotive industry
iPad
Farrakhan
Tower Records
Pope Benedict XVI
Squidward
Jay Leno
Suck a dick!

Race Riot (Lyrics)

Shoot the lights out
Move in slide closer
Shake it till my dick turn racist
Strobe, breathe
Spank Rock, Rock, Rock

Quick, somebody tell Brazil that they looking for new niggers
I knife a motherfucker trying to steal my funk
How you gonna rip it like this son!
When Baltimore bass connect with hits the bricks jump
Draw guns upon your horn section like blast motherfucker
This is grown thought music
Beef with computer drums
I got bangers for them bitches and ain’t scared to use it
Like bang! bang! shot down
Bad bitches clap cheek to cheek
Tease when they freak
Press real close then drop down
Now they moving on up
To get throw down
Yup I threw down but hold up

Shoot the lights out
Move in slide closer
Shake it till my dick turn racist

All you white girls shake it till my dick turns racist
All you black girls shake it till my dick turns racist
Boricuas, shake it till my dick turns racist
Fillipino (ho!) shake it till my dick turns racist
British Columbian jawns!

Baby (Lyrics)

I got a paper heart
For my one sweet sweet baby
A heart you probably go and punch right through
Why do you always make me feel like I’m nothing
There must be something more than falling in love with you
You shock my brain and you wobble my leg
Catch my demons and release their souls to die
I try to tell you all my secrets, I shrug
I open my mouth and all that comes out is mud

You’re my sweet sweet baby

You never call me in the day time
You only want me when we’re fucked up at night
I try to tell myself it’s just an illusion
That all my letters run off with page fright
You shock my brain and you tickle my tongue
Catch my demons and release their souls to die
I try to tell you all my secrets I shrug
I open my mouth and all that comes out is mud

I’d sell my soul but the devil don’t want it, baby
I’d sell my soul but the devil don’t need it
I’d sell my soul but the devil don’t want it baby
I’d sell my soul but he don’t, he don’t…

Hot Potato (Lyrics)

Oh, she want it bad

One potato, two potato
Three potato, four
She a real fine micky fickly
Freaky freaky ho
Keep the pussy popping
Like the Veuve Clicquot
Oh oh, she want it like she never had it before
They call her nasty but she a candy bar
Pussy taste so good
It won a Michelin star
Now everybody gather round
This is how it’s going down
Take a little for yourself and then pass it all around

She a hot potato
Hot potato, go
Oh, she want it bad

Sugar water
Stick of butter
Cup of milk
Making bread
Foot in the batter do whatever
For a little head
Autistic pussy shaking acting all hyper
Try it on for size
Stretch the pussy like Lycra
Now don’t you want to be somebody
I ain’t breaking out the fine china
Just for anybody
Better ask somebody
Move that ass on your body
Filling up your potty mouth
In front of your momma’s house

Another night another freaky situation
Dance floor packed like Obama’s inauguration
(Oh she want it!)
So deep pussy need flotation
Girl gone wild like she on a vacation
Pass it all around
Put it into rotation
(Jump up on the one!)
House quake like a Haitian
Do the monkey
Do the chicken
Do the bird
Do the duck
Do the funky Watusi
If you just wanna fuck

Cool Shit/Cool S#@! (Lyrics)

Heard you had a little get together
I didn’t want to come like, whatever
I was at the cool shit doing cool shit
And you know I do it better
Was it fun? Was it clever?
I was at the cool shit doing cool shit

Shake like the leaf
Move like the truck
Rock like the boat
Drop like the bomb
Ain’t gonna quit like niggers ain’t shit
Spank Rock motherfucker, yeah I’m just getting warm
I got bad blood and my brain long gone
Doc said the heart beat sound like a LinnDrum
Pants off dance off when they play my song
Coop got the whole list of the shit that we on
Crying ‘bout your lady, heartbroken
You Hoboken, we D.C. in the ‘80s
Get in the water do the Butt baby
My people make the party go crazy

Heard you had a little get together
I didn’t want to come like, whatever
I was at the cool shit doing cool shit
And you know I do it better
Was it fun? Was it clever?
I was at the cool shit doing cool shit

Insane I been creating my lane
Ain’t no other nigger like me nigger simple and plain
You ain’t getting what I’m sipping no it ain’t champagne
The bigger picture don’t fit in your frame
Disorder
I got reporters picking my brain
Your daughter on my D
Your boy doing the same
I’m more than a star, I’m a solar eclipse
On the dance floor baby shaking my dick
I want my margarata with a cocaine rim
You knocking on my door but you ain’t getting in

Heard you had a little get together
I didn’t want to come like, whatever
I was at the cool shit doing cool shit
And you know I do it better
Was it fun? Was it clever?
I was at the cool shit doing cool shit

My door has a lock
My lock has a key
My key’s been hanging out with my nose
My nose been getting down with my key

DTF DADT (Lyrics)

Midnight, 1am, 2am, 3am
4am, 5am, 6am, 7
8am, 9am, 10
Let’s do it again

Shapes get with shapes to make patterns
Letters find more letters to make words
In other words let’s get together and be
Something greater for you and me
If we get to the bottom of it
We can bring down the people on top

Midnight, 1am, 2am, 3am
4am, 5am, 6am, 7
8am, 9am, 10
Let’s do it again

You say you have it all
But I’ve had enough

So you wanted a hit, motherfucker?
(Bop!) This is how we do hits, nigger
DTF DADT
Thoughts crack skulls like DDT
Don’t get confused, misconstrued
You want real shit nigger
I’m the dude
Jeff Bridges, bitches
Let’s hear it, bitches
Mogilevich flow leave niggers in ditches
Sugar Ray lyrics leave niggers in stitches
Lacerations and verbal incisions
No time for you assholes
I’m so Beau Velasco
Hip hop’s a hassle
Classic to classical
Been on sabbatical to keep the magic magical
All terrain, Saint-Germain to North Avenue
Positive attitude is how I feed the hunger
Came back to the war, it takes more to keep me under
I could make it rain but I’d rather make it thunder
No wonder, I run up in the club like cowabunga

Energy (Lyrics)

The heat is running out
The lights are burning cold
How long will they sleep
My hands are getting older
Teenagers with their thin hips swinging out the door
I lick my thinning lips
I get the hunger for…

I need new energy
Oh la ah e-i-e-i-e-i-e-i oh

Don’t drink the water running
Don’t swim old corpse shore
Don’t get the wrong idea
They’re all lying whores
Sunshine shines intelligently gently fills my pores
I light the fire
I spill the oil, I spill the oil…

Please, charge my battery
Energy’s down to my last cc
Remove the interface replace the 9V
Electricity like AC/DC
I need a jolt I want to see revolt
I want to be the current current running up your pole
So you can shoot the signal all around the globe
I bet you never felt a shock like this though
Look these niggers don’t know what to do
If I push it to the limit I’ma push it through
Cause if we in a box
I’m the sharpest tool
Keep it clean that’s the only rule
Fuel efficient ignition emission remains cool
From an infrared photovoltaic module
Don’t be a fool, no man’s powerful
Nature is mother don’t make her remind you

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