Artist: De La Soul f/ Justin Hawkins (The Darkness) Album: and the Anonymous Nobody... Song: Lord Intended Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Dave]: Here come the mic dude... wassup with his walk?? [mic guy]: Hey guys, I got your mics [Pos]: About time... What up, man? [mic guy]: Who's mic one? [Pos]: That's me [mic guy]: And mic two? [Dave]: Thanks... Let's go [mic guy]: Let me get this door for you... Good luck, guys! [Pos] One two, one two (Hey) Hey yo Mase, you ready? {*Maseo scratches*} Mase is ready! Yo y'all ready? Ha ha! Yeah, they ready [Dave]: We bout to burn this bitch down! [Dave] Yo, there's a fire in the kitchen, it's like nine cooks The Kool-Aid got spiked with porcupines, look Rode into Regal, this ain't a fast track Your tickets ain't straight, TSA yo' ass back! NASDAQ, IBM The big honcho on the block - bitch, I be him The rock Megadeth, we gon' +Kill the King+ Fuck everyone, BITCH, BRING EVERYTHIIIING~!!! Swing like a mandolin This ain't a sex toy, this ain't Spanish fly This hop shit push the dagger in the devil's eye Slick Rick yo, get the big dick yo Blow the dust covers, peep the age on it A noseful, sniff a Rose Bowl full New game, new players, new year The hardest rock shit you gon' hear [Chorus] You can save your soooul If we are no morrrre Suffer the consequences We are the way the Lord intended [Posdnuos] Her ass, she got it from her momma, tits from the doctor Fingers fiddlin the puss, it looks like an Octa Fresh off the pole, hangin from her hook I'm in her grassy knoll to hit Just to say that I cocked her (Click, click) My hardware is progressive My sex crime language is leanin on obsessive The Lord looketh down judgin, the room needs smudgin But I'm over your stars screamin the moon ain't budgin (nah!) Ain't from Hollis, don't need to tell you who is But who in here +Raising Hell+, they be like, ("YOU KID!") I'm ambidextrous, liken to Dexter Murderous lyrical blood splatter over the texture We live by that code, not to regret livin Electric guitar sparks and ignites gun powder Your +Sabbath+ ain't +Black+ enough to call my bluff, bitch! The killswitch just turns it louder [Chorus] [Justin Hawkins] Fuuuuck everyone... Burrrrn everything... Leavin an impression not just a dented legacy Fuck everyone, burn everything you see Not just clingin to the planet powerless to a void That the cataclysmic impact of a massive aster-OIIID!! (Fuck everyone, burn everything) Fuck everyone! Burn everything Never to surrender to the cosmic schadenfreude of only meetin your creator on the day you are destroyed (Fuck everyone, burn everything) Just as the Lord intennnn-DEEEEEEEEEEEED~!!!! (Fuck everyone, burn everything - ahh, ahhhhh) (Fuck everyone, burn everything - ahh, ahhhhh) (Fuck everyone, burn everything - ahh, ahhhhh) (Fuck everyone, burn everything - ...ahhhhh) Burn everything! (Fuck everyone, burn everything - ahhhhh) (...Ahhh) {*guitar solo until song ends*}