Daft West

⊆ June 26th, 2008 by Jarrod | ˜ No Comments »

Now that don’t kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can’t wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I cant get much wronger
Man i’ve been waitin’ all night now
That’s how long i’ve been on ya

I need you right now
I need you right now

Lets get lost tonight
You could be my black kate moss tonight
Play secretary i’m the boss tonight
And you don’t give a f*ck what they all say right?
Awesome, the christian and and kristen dior
Damn they don’t make ‘em like this anymore
I ask, cause i’m not sure
Do anybody make real shit anymore?
Bow in the presence of greatness
Cause right now thou has forsaken us
You should be honored by my lateness
That I would even show up to this fake sh*t
So go ahead go nuts go ape sh*t
Specially on my best stand on my bape sh*t
Act like you can’t tell who made this
New gospel homey take six, and take this, haters

Now that don’t kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can’t wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I cant get much wronger
Man i’ve been waitin’ all night now
That’s how long i’ve been on ya

I need you right now
I need you right now

Me likey

I don’t know if you got a man or not,
If you made plans or not
God put me in the plans or not
I’m trippin’ this drink got me sayin’ a lot
But I know that god put you in front of me

So how the hell could you front on me
There’s a thousand you’s there’s only one of me
I’m trippin’ i’m caught up in the moment right?
This is louis vuitton dime night
So we gon’ do everything that kan like
Heard they’d do anything for a klondike
Well i’d do anything for a blonde-dike
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And she’ll do anything for the limelight
And we’ll do anything when the time’s right
Ugh, baby you’re makin’ it (harder, better, faster, stronger)

Now that don’t kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can’t wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I cant get much wronger
Man i’ve been waitin all night now
That’s how long i’ve been on ya

I need you right now
I need you right now

You know how long i’ve been on ya?
Since prince was on apollonia
Since OJ had isotoners
Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya
Don’t act like I never told ya

Baby you’re making it (harder, better, faster, stronger)

Now that don’t kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
Cause I can’t wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
Cause I cant get much wronger
Man i’ve been waitin all night now
That’s how long i’ve been on ya

I need you right now
I need you right now
I need you right now
I need you right now

You know how long i’ve been on ya?
Since prince was on apollonia
Since OJ had isotoners
Don’t act like I never told ya
Never told ya
Never told ya
Never told ya
Never told ya

Never over
Never over
Never over
Never over
Never over


Whatever

⊆ June 9th, 2008 by Jarrod | ˜ No Comments »

Dre just let it run
Ay yo turn the beat up a little bit
Ay yo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it just shut up and listen

Ay yo
I sit back with this pack of zigzags
And this bag of this weed
It gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest emcee on this - on this earth
Cause since birth I’ve been cursed with this curse to just cursed
And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in its self
To relieve all this tension dispensing me
Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently
All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone
When you freaks see me out in the streets when I’m eating or feedin’ my daughter
To not come and speak to me
I don’t know you and no I don’t owe you a motherfuckin thing
I’m not Mr. NSYNC and I’m not what your friends think
I’m not Mr. Friendly
I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty
No patience is in me and if you offend me I’m lifting you ten feet
In the air, I don’t care who was there and who saw me just jaw you
Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit
I’ll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I’m tired of arguing - I don’t mean to mean but it’s all I can be
It’s just me

And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam

Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am

Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense it’s constant
And “oh it’s just lyrical content!”
The song “Guilty Conscience” has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me
So I point one back at ‘em
But not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb
It’s the one you put up when you don’t give a fuck
When you won’t just put up with the bullshit they pull
Cause they full of shit too
When a dude’s gettin bullied and shoots up your school
And they blame it on Marilyn - and the heroin
Where were the parents at?
And look at where it’s at middle America
Now it’s a tragedy
Now it’s so sad to see
An upper class city having this happening
Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way
But I’m glad cause they feed me the fuel
That I need for the fire to burn and it’s burnin’ and I have returned

And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam

Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am

I’m so sick and tired of being admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And drop from my label and stop with the fables
I’m not gonna be able to top what my name is
And pigeon holdin’ to some poppy sensations
They cop me rotation at Rock ‘N’ Roll stations
And I just do not have the patience
To deal with this cocky Caucasians
Who think I’m some wigga who just tries to be black
Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls
So they always keep asking the same fucking questions
What school did I go to?
What hood I grew up in?
The why? The who, what?
When and where and the how?
Till I’m grabbing my hair and I’m tearing it out
You’ve been driving me crazy, I can’t take it
I’m racing, I’m pacing, I stand and I sit
And I’m thankful for every fan that I get
But I can’t take a shit in the bathroom
Without someone standing by it
No I won’t sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole
I’m glad cause

And I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
Radio won’t even play my jam

Cause I am
Whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am?
In the papers, the news, everyday I am
I don’t know it’s just the way I am


I Don’t Like Beans, but Whatever

⊆ June 3rd, 2008 by Jarrod | ˜ No Comments »

They say i need some rogaine to put in my hair
Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear
Okaley makes the shades to transform a tool
You’d hate for the kids to think that you’ve lost your cool

Imma do the things that i wanna do
I ain’t got a thing to prove to you
I’ll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if i make a scene
I ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like
I’m fine and dandy with the me inside
One look in the mirror and i’m tickled pink
I don’t give a hoot about what you think

everyone likes to dance to a happy song
with a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along
timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts
maybe if i work with him i can perfect the art

Imma do the things that i wanna do
I ain’t got a thing to prove to you
I’ll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if i make a scene
I ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like
I’m fine and dandy with the me inside
one look in the mirror and i’m tickled pink
I don’t give a hoot about what you think

no, i don’t care
i don’t care
i don’t care
i don’t care
i don’t care
i don’t care

Imma do the things that i wanna do
I ain’t got a thing to prove to you
I’ll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if i make a scene
I ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like
I’m fine and dandy with the me inside
one look in the mirror and i’m tickled pink
I don’t give a hoot about what you think


Weapons

⊆ May 19th, 2008 by Jarrod | ˜ No Comments »

<Insert Lyrics to Weapons of Mass Destruction by Crystal Method here>

Oh wait… there are none.

I’d just like to take this time to give a hearty “FUCK YOU” to the geniuses behind the Robbins Bros MSID naming and advertising campaign. You are quite possibly the most annoying bastards to be played on the radio right now. The D stands for diamond… so YOU DON’T NEED TO ADD THE WORD DIAMOND AFTER IT YOU GODDAMN ASSCLOWNS!

YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY SIR(S)!

thank you for playing

now back to your regular… actually, irregularly scheduled updates!

(oh, btw… a slightly smaller “fuck you” to the fox television ad people. If I see you, or that obnoxious bitch you have in your ads, I’m going to punch you right in the kidneys)