Recipe For Hot Spiced Punch
11/2 pints water 1 pint grape juice 1 lemon slice 1 teaspoon whole cloves 1 stick cinnamon bark 1 teaspoon whole allspice and 1/4-1/2 cup sugar combine and boil together several minutes.serve steaming hot.serves 12-14
Juggalo�s Paradise lyrics"
I�m sweating again, I always do,
I should probably take another pill or two
In the mirror, I see the face of frankenstien,
And that face is mine
I go to work at subway, slicing ham (chop chop)
Cut my finger off again (arghhh damn!)
I walk home, tryin to dodge and hide from thugs,
They like to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time though, I call,
J, where the fuck you at?
The mall,
Did you get your ass stomped again?
No!....yes..ha ha....so?
Nobody sees what I see, do they?
They just cast me aside, put me away
No friends, no style, no place to go,
Til I went juggalo!
Its all in you (everybody!)
It�s all for you (hey hey!)
It�s all in you (come on!)
It�s all thats left to do,
Thats why it�s all in you (juggalos!)
It�s all for you
It�s all in you
It�s all thats left to do,
Thats why it�s all in you (juggalos!)
Look at me now man, brain dead,
I could de-rail a fucking train with my forehead
I now live by the carnival dominion,
So mother fuck your opinion
I�m a looney path,
I kill pedestrians, families, neighbors, best of friends, anybody
And if I don�t kill them, I keep them in my basement and drill �em dead
Just kiddin, all I really did is unlock the forbiden
I just let my fucking mind unwind,
I don�t care what you think, you don�t inner-twine
Fuck the world, fuck everybody in it,
Even the sneaker pimps girl, I�d fuck her in a minute
You can live to impress and dress fresh bitch,
I don�t care, fuck everybody out there!
Rydas, loonies, stalkers, fat mans, gangstas, nymphos, assholes,
Crackheads
I smoke peace pipes with indian war chiefs
I steal jewels with chinese ninja theives
I dress well like yuppies and crush walls
I throw giant ice bergs like snowballs
I surf tidal wave, drink molten rock
I�ll put a fucking tornado in a headlock
I�ll go to italy and straighten that tower
Whatever the fuck I want, with the juggalo�s power
It�s all in you (juggalos!)
It�s all for you (come on!)
It�s all in you (hey hey hey)
It�s all thats left to do,
Thats why it�s all in you (hey hey)
It�s all for you (come on!)
It�s all in you (hey)
It�s all thats left to do thats why it�s all in you
Psychos, ex-convicts, cleptos, whinos, (? ), lions, strangla�s (? )
Here I go again, another day, dealing with these mother fucking idiots
At subway. it�s ok, cause now I see behind it and I keep myself
Reminded. none of these 9 to 5 robet puppets that I see are any better
Than me, mother fucka! they just struggalin, in the world they choose.
I�m waitin on the wagons, with my juggalos.
We Belong
(crying)
ahhhh little baby bitch ass is crying again
whats the matter
feelin like you dont fit in anywhere
(yeh)
what about fittin that ass in with us
the mighty Deezy Cizzarn?
We`ll fuckin gladly take ya
We take all shape, colours, sizes and genders
We are the mighty, mystical, mythilogical, dark mother fuckin Carnival, Byaaatchh!
I see your feeling alone again, you's a mother fucker
Feeling like you dont belong, like you the only other?
But some of us scrubs got it worse then you,
No homies to call on, or crew to belong to,
Some us said fuck all that bullshit and dropped outl;
Some of us stood up to fight but got knocked out
Some of us like to cuss and dont like ya format,
We like the wicked shit we chose not to ignore that,
Some of us be comin out of more then a broken home,
Some of us be livin out of a cars and carry on
Some of us see the Budget Suits as a real appartment and
make you take off your shoes on the carpet
Some of us are on parol and cant leave the state,
And some are dead and gone my homie blaze can relate.
And some cant afford a free phone call
but some of us's equal us all,
think about that.
We Belong
We Belong
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here
We Belong
We Belong
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
Some of us own dope cars that fail to exist
Some of us have profiles, nobody else fits
and some aint got time for the monks in Tibet
because my own kids are hungry and there looking at me for shit
Some of us own drug paraphernalia material, and some of us have incurable
sexual venereals and some of us have dreams of being a star
and most wont make it that far, but its all good
Some of us cant afford the coolest shoes
Some us gives a fuck about popularity choose
Some bitches tittie dance cause they babies are cryin,
others say there dancing for college and you know that they lyin,
Some us are in love with people who aint ours,
Some us dont give up until there behind bars,
and some us must of been born to take the fall.
But some us's equal us all, and I`m with you
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here!
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
well,
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Our Carnival Is Here!
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Right Here
We Belong
Find Us Everywhere
forever,
dont touch it its hot byatch,
hatchet rydin',
forever
DARK LOTUS LYRICS
"Juggalo Family"
[Violent J]
"And they wanted to know if I would trade 10 juggalos for a 100 main stream fans And I said I wouldn't trade 10 juggalos for a 100,000 mainstream fans 10 juggalos is priceless"
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
I gots love for my homies, members of the Lotus
United we stand, squashing all deadly forces
Been to hell, could of spent eternity there
All the bad shit I've done, I should still be there
Juggalos can ya feel me, feel me, worldwide, worldwide
Running with the hatchet straight out the Lotus Pod
Always got your back till end screaming juggalos
Dark lotus, psychopathic that's the way you go
[Monoxide Child]
So many people in the matrix die alone, hey
Not me, my soul belongs to juggalos, they
Keep me going when I'm down and out
I pick up the phone drop them a line and here them shout
Saying Twiztid is the shit, and I'm down with the clown
Dark Lotus for life until I'm dead in the ground!
I give a shout to all my homies and killas who keep me started
All my juggalos always representing for the departed
[Chorus]
Mass murder makes me happy!
Dead bodies make me happy!
Say what you will of me!
I'll always have juggalo family!
Mass murder makes me happy!
Dead bodies make me happy!
Say what you will of me!
I'll always have juggalo family!
[shaggy 2 dope]
6 individuals pedals fall from 1 stem
Who try to run away and not follow any trends, with no friends
Cause we ascend from the same dirt, filth, grit, and grime
Make your mind, juggalo minds to crush mainstream shines
Whats yours is mine it was mines is yours
Let the wagons of the Dark Carnival show you different worlds
Any hoes front a juggalos or the hatchet
Tell them to come suck on your dick, we psychopathic!
[Jamie Madrox]
All my life I've been living it all alone
I'm like a king with no people and no crown or a throne
And what I'm speaking on is what I'm feeling like
Do you know what it's like to feel the warmth of the sunlight
I'd really like to know cause I've been chilling in the dark
For so many years that I question love in my heart
And I hate everyone, and I hate everything
Except for all the juggalos and the love that they bring!
[Chorus]
[Anybody killa]
Let me get your ear
I'm gonna make myself clear
Its the L family
Juggalos right here
You can take away my mike
You can take away this life
But the love that we got
It ain't never gonna stop
Were eternal
Past the servant bullshit
Dogs on another level
Can you feel this
It's twizted blake and ICP
And if your fucking with my dogs
Boy you D I E.
[Violent J]
If it wasn't for Shaggy my shirt would still be baggy
I wouldn't be fat, I'd still be hungry and crabby
We used to buy our own records at the stores
So they would think it's a hot seller, and order more
But we built a team of same killers with the same dream
But we couldn't reach the top, we'd stay B level like Charlie Sheen
We finally realized we will always have the juggalos
I'll never give another second, to the mother hoes!
[Chorus x3]
Lotus!!!
Lotus!!! Lotus!!! Lotus!!! Lotus!!!
"And they wanted to know if I would trade 10 juggalos for a 100 main stream fans And i said I wouldn't trade 10 juggalos for a 100,000 mainstream fans 10 juggalos is priceless"
What is a Juggalo??
What is a juggalo?
Lemme think for a second. (well? )
Oh, he gets butt naked.
And then he walks through the street winkin at freaks,
Wit a two-liter stuck in his butt-cheeks!
What is a juggalo?
He just dont care.
He might try to put a weave in his nut hair.
Cuz he could give a fuck less what a bitch thinks,
He tell her that her butt stinks, and all that,
What is a juggalo?
He drinks like a fish,
And then he starts huggin people like a drunk bitch,
Next thing hes pickin fights with his best friends,
Then he starts with the huggin again, fuck,
What is a juggalo?
A fuckin lunatic.
Somebody with a rope tied to his dick,
Then he jumps out a ten-story windowéééoh!
(chorus:)
What is a juggalo?
A juggalo? if thats what it is, well fuck if I know.
What is a juggalo?
I dont know, but Im down with the clown, and Im down for life, yo.
(end chorus)
(chorus)
(vocal breakdown)
What is a juggalo?
A dead body.
Well he aint really dead, but he aint like anybody
That youve ever met before.
Hell eat monopoly and shit out connect four.
What is a jug-
What the fuck? connec-man, that shits wack.
Dont worry bout my shit, just rap, mutha fucker.
What is a juggalo?
He aint a bitch boy.
Hell walk through to the hills and beat down a rich boy.
Walks right in the house where ya havin supper,
And dip his nuts in ya soupéébloop!
What is a juggalo?
Well he aint a phoney.
Hell walk up and bust a nut in your macaroni.
And watch you sit there and finish up the last bit,
Cuz youre a stupid-ass dumb fuckin idiot.
What is a juggalo?
Hes a graduate.
He graduated from......well
At least hes got a job, hes not a dumb putz,
He works for himself scratchin his nuts, ha!
What is a juggalo?
A hulkamaniac.
He powerbombs mutha fuckas into thumbtacks. (bwa!)
People like him till they find out hes unstable.
He sabued ya mama through a coffee table. (oh my god!)
(chorus)
(vocal breakdown)
(chorus)
(chorus)
(vocal breakdown)
What is a juggalo?
DON JUAN (PHANTOM - behind the curtain)
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .
(PASSARINO leaves. CHRISTINE (AMINTA) enters. She
takes off her cloak and sits down. Looks about her. No-
one. She starts on an apple. The PHANTOM, disguised as
DON JUAN pretending to
be PASSARINO, emerges. He now wears PASSARINO's
robe, the cowl of which hides his face. His first words
startle her)
DON JUAN (PHANTOM)
You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent . . .
I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defences
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at
an end . . .
Past all thought
of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before
us . . .?
Past the point
of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm,
unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . . .
I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we're one . . .?
When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume
us . . .?
BOTH
Past the point
of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . .
(By now the audience and the POLICE have realised
that SIGNOR PIANGI is dead behind the curtain, and it is
the PHANTOM who sings in his place. CHRISTINE
knows it too. As final confirmation, the PHANTOM
sings):
PHANTOM
Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me
from my solitude . . .
(He takes from his finger a ring and holds it out to her.
Slowly she takes it and puts it on her finger.)
Say you want me
with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go
let me go too -
Christine
that's all I ask of . . .
(We never reach the word 'you', for CHRISTINE quite
calmly reveals the PHANTOM'S face to the audience. As
the FORCES OF LAW close in on the horrifying skull,
the PHANTOM sweeps his cloak around her and
vanishes.
MEG pulls the curtain upstage, revealing PIANGI'S
body garotted, propped against the bed, his head
gruesomely tilted to one side. She screams.)
TRANSFORMATION TO:
REVERSE VIEW OF THE STAGE
(POLICE, STAGEHANDS, etc. rush onto the stage in
confusion. Also: ANDRE, FIRMIN, RAOUL, GIRY,
CARLOTTA and MEG)
CARLOTTA
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
ANDRE
Oh, my God . . . my God . . .
FIRMIN
We're ruined, Andre - ruined!
GIRY (to RAOUL)
Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!
CARLOTTA (rushing over to PIANGI's body)
Oh, my darling, my darling . . . who has done
this ...?
(hysterical, attacking ANDRE)
You! Why did you let this happen?
(She breaks down, as PIANGI's body is carried off on a
stretcher)
GIRY
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
RAOUL
But can I trust you?
GIRY
You must. But remember: your hand at the level of
your eyes!
RAOUL
But why . . .?
GIRY
Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet.
Now Piangi.
MEG (holding up her hand)
Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
GIRY
No, Meg! No, you stay here!
(to RAOUL)
Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too
late . . .
(The set of the final scene of 'Don Juan TRIUMPHANT' A huge hall with an arch. Behind the arch, which has curtains, is a bed. A fine table, laid for two. PASSARINO, DON JUAN'S servant, is directing the STAFF as they make the room ready. They are a crowd of sixteenth century ruffians and hoydens, proud of their master's reputation as a libertine)
CHORUS
Here the sire may serve the dam,
here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb
utters one despairing bleat!
CARLOTTA AND CHORUS
Poor young maiden! For the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill -
tangled in the winding sheets!
Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when
tables, plans and maids are laid,
Don Juan triumphs once again!
(SIGNOR PIANGI, as Don Juan, emerges from behind the arch. MEG, a gypsy dancer pirouettes coquettishly for him.He throws her a purse. She catches it and leaves)
DON JUAN
Passarino, faithful friend,
once again recite the plan.
PASSARINO
Your young guest believes I'm you -
I, the master, you, the man.
DON JUAN
When you met you wore my cloak,
with my scarf you hid your face.
She believes she dines with me,
in her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff,
stealing what, in truth, is mine.
When it's late and modesty
starts to mellow, with the wine . . .
PASSARINO
You come home! I use your voice -
slam the door like crack of doom!
DON JUAN
I shall say: 'come - hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!'
PASSARINO
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!
DON JUAN
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured,
if I do not forget myself and laugh . . .
(DON JUAN puts on PASSARINO's cloak and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. Although we do not yet know it, the Punjab Lasso has done its work, and SIGNOR PIANGI is no more. When next we see DON JUAN, it will be the PHANTOM. Meanwhile, we hear AMINTA (CHRISTINE) singing happily in the distance)
AMINTA (CHRISTINE - offstage, entering)
'. . . no thoughts
within her head,
but thoughts of joy!
No dreams
within her heart
but dreams of love!'
PASSARINO (onstage)
Master?
DON JUAN (PHANTOM - behind the curtain)
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .
(PASSARINO leaves. CHRISTINE (AMINTA) enters. She takes off her cloak and sits down. Looks about her. No one. She starts on an apple. The PHANTOM, disguised as DON JUAN pretending to be PASSARINO, emerges. He now wears PASSARINO's robe, the cowl of which hides his face. His first words startle her)
DON JUAN (PHANTOM)
You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent . . .
I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defences
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at
an end . . .
Past all thought
of 'if' or 'when' -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before
us . . .?
Past the point
of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm,
unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . . .
I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we're one . . .?
When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume
us . . .?
BOTH
Past the point
of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . .
(By now the audience and the POLICE have realised that SIGNOR PIANGI is dead behind the curtain, and it is the PHANTOM who sings in his place. CHRISTINE knows it too. As final confirmation, the PHANTOM sings)
PHANTOM
Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me
from my solitude . . .
(He takes from his finger a ring and holds it out to her. Slowly she takes it and puts it on her finger.)
Say you want me
with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go
let me go too -
Christine
that's all I ask of . . .
(We never reach the word 'you', for CHRISTINE quite calmly reveals the PHANTOM'S face to the audience. As the FORCES OF LAW close in on the horrifying skull, the PHANTOM sweeps his cloak around her and vanishes.
MEG pulls the curtain upstage, revealing PIANGI'S body garotted, propped against the bed, his head gruesomely tilted to one side. She screams.)
TRANSFORMATION TO:
REVERSE VIEW OF THE STAGE
(POLICE, STAGEHANDS, etc. rush onto the stage in confusion. Also: ANDRE, FIRMIN, RAOUL, GIRY, CARLOTTA and MEG)
CARLOTTA
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
ANDRE
Oh, my God . . . my God . . .
FIRMIN
We're ruined, Andre - ruined!
GIRY (to RAOUL)
Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!
CARLOTTA (rushing over to PIANGI's body)
Oh, my darling, my darling . . . who has done
this ...?
(Hysterical, attacking ANDRE)
You! Why did you let this happen?
(She breaks down, as PIANGI's body is carried off on a stretcher)
GIRY
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
RAOUL
But can I trust you?
GIRY
You must. But remember: your hand at the level of
your eyes!
RAOUL
But why . . .?
GIRY
Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet. Now Piangi.
MEG (holding up her hand)
Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
GIRY
No, Meg! No, you stay here!
(To RAOUL)
Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too
late . .
Chamillionaire
They see me rollin';
They hatin'.
Patrollin'
And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin'.
They hopin'
That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin'
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Police think they can see me lean;
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen.
For me to see me ride by, they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen.
Ride with a new chick, she like "Hold up."
Next to the Playstation controller
There's a full clip in my pistola;
Turn a jacker into a coma.
Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone;
Just tryin' to bone, ain't tryin' to have no babies.
Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies.
Law's on patrol; you know they hate me.
Music turned all the way up and to the maximum;
I can speak for some niggas tryin' to jack for some.
But we packin' somethin' that we have
And, um, will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell. I'm grippin' oak.
Music loud and I'm tippin' slow.
Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough;
Pull up from behind and it's in his throat.
Windows down, gotta stop pollution.
CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin'?"
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston
But I still ain't losin'.
They see me rollin';
They hatin'.
Patrollin'
And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin'.
They hopin'
That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
I been drinkin' and smokin'; holdin' shit
'Cause a brother can't focus.
I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's scope
This big ol Excursion
Swervin',
All up in the curve, man.
Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey
And the gin again
Is in again;
We in the wind.
Doin' a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin another one up;
We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck.
I got a revolver in my right hand;
40 oz on my lap, freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all.
Comin' up pretty deep, me and my do-jo.
I gotta get to backstreets;
Wanted by the six-pounds
And I got heat.
Glock glock shots to the block;
We creep-creep. Pop-pop.
Hope cops don't see me;
On a low key.
With no regard for the law,
We dodge 'em like fuck-'em-all.
But I won't get caught up
And brought up
On charges for none of y'all.
Keep a gun in car
And a blunt to spark,
But, well, if you want,
Nigga,poppin'y
Ready or not, we gon' bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
They see me rollin';
They hatin'.
Patrollin'
And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin'.
They hopin'
That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Do what you thinkin' so,
I tried to let you go.
Turn on my blinker light
And then I swang it slow.
And they upset for sure
'Cause they think they know
That they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin' drough.
So they get behind me,
Tryin' to check my tags.
Look at my rearview and they smilin',
Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong; keep tryin'
'Cause they denyin' it's racial profilin'.
Houston, TX, you can check my tags;
Pull me over, try to check my slab.
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
'Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast.
And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them,
Givin' a damn 'bout not feeling my attitude.
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood.
I'ma laugh at you
And then I have to cruise.
You're a number two
On some old DJ Screw.
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue.
This a message to the law; tells 'em "We hate you."
I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known.
Tippin' down; I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome.
Bookin' my phone; findin' a chick I wanna bone.
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home
And it's on.
They see me rollin';
They hatin'.
Patrollin'
And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin'.
They hopin'
That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
They see me rollin';
They hatin'.
Patrollin'
And tryin. to catch me ridin. dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
My music so loud;
I'm swangin'.
They hopin'
That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty.
Night-time Sharpens,
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination
Slowly the senses
abandon thier defenses...
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour...
Grasp it, sense it--
tremulous and tender...
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light--
and listen to the music of the night...
Close your eyes
and surrender to your
Darkest dreams!
Purge you thoughts
of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let you spirit
start to soar!
And you'll
live as you've never
lived...
...before ...
Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you ...
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night ...
Let your mind start a journey
through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you
long to be !
Only then can you belong to me ...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night ...
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night . . .
The Phantom Of The Opera
he is a genius whos rapturous music fills the opera populaire of 1870 paris- and a solitary soul hiding his disfigurment behind a mask and dewelling in the catacombs below.but he can no longer hide his love for young saprano christine.and the phantom may emerge from the shadows past the point of no return.
the stage musical sensation magiclly and hauntingly comes to the screen in director Joel Schumacher's lavish production sweeping audiences aloft to new cinematic heights of sight-sound grandeur.Gerar