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Album: Devils Night

Revelation Lyrics

[Chorus]

 I don't wanna go to school.. I don't need no education

 I don't wanna be like you.. I don't wanna save the nation

 I just wanna live my life.. everyday a celebration

 One day I'ma leave this world.. I'm waitin for the revelation

 

 [Bizarre]

 I wanna kill myself! I'm still debatin

 In front of a baptist church, masturbatin

 Prayin to Satan - think I'm crazy cause I smoke crack

 live on (?) in a two-family flat? (Fuck it)

 Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broom

 My moms on her period, my dad's in my room (Daddy no!)

 I got ten rocks and I need to get out

 I sold them in five minutes, at my own damn hause (Moms smoke crack)

 My poor grandmother, God bless her soul

 The bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cold (hahaha)

 There's three things that keep me from bein a Nazi

 I'm black, a fag, and my dad's Liberace

 

 [Kon Artis]

 No matter how bad the beatin, I went to school cheatin

 My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin

 Skipping the school I had to have nuts just to do it

 Got bored and became truant

 When I had the gall to go I just couldn't do it

 I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shit

 How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel

 Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow

 Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparel

 like me, outcast, last in class

 First to leave, when the teacher called on me

 Best believe I had somethin up my sleeve

 

 [Eminem]

 I've been praised and labeled as crazed

 My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage

 An angry teenager, nothin can change me back

 Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac

 I was boostin, so influenced by music I used it

 as an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid

 No one can tell me nothin hip-hop overwhelmed me

 to the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm

 It was like isolatin myself was healthy

 It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy

 Compelled me to excel when school it failed me

 Expelled me and when the principal would tell me

 I was nothin, and I wouldn't amount to shit

 I made my first million and counted it

 Now look at, a fuckin drop-out that quits

 Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it

 That's why

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Swifty McVay]

 I was raised with a rifle and mask

 Steadily beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past

 (bitch) I was never on that punk shit; fuckin around

 can get yo' belove abducted, smothered in blood quick

 You couldn't pay Swift to give a fuck

 Was crazy like my father, it musta been poison in that nigga's nut

 Far as probation, fuck peein in cups

 I violate at any time, let 'em see the blunt

 I grew up steadily masturbatin inside of cells

 Young as hell, havin conversations with myself

 You could tell I wasn't lenient, a disobedient

 Lynched and slapped teachers, bitch I'm not readin it

 You don't know what dawgs go through, a little nigga

 Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do?

 I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that I'ma hurt you

 if you ever again mention a curfew

 

 [Kuniva]

 Look, my family ignored me and I don't like that

 They don't even listen when I tell them I'll be right back

 (Yeah whatever) This nice beautiful house ma, it don't mean shit

 Cause you know daddy's a drunk and he don't clean shit

 And yesterday he hit me like a grown fuckin man

 I couldn't stand up to him, I just ducked and ran

 I'm sick of this, I wish on Christmas

 that I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this

 (Fuck it) I got no friends and I can't get a bitch

 Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips

 Nothin to smile about, I'm about to lose my mind

 Got me an automatic nine, now I'm ballin out

 

 [Proof]

 Wait 'til school's over, pu-pil are people to shoot through

 Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two

 Since my fame is this new dude, in this high school

 Losin his noodle learn that people don't like you

 The football jocks is, spittin on him

 Popular kids in school is now pickin on him

 Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him

 And his teacher in his english class keep flippin on him

 And now he's grounded with no allowances

 for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors

 And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?

 Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoat

 All I ever seen is.. {violence, violence}

 Told me to keep silent, stepped back in my eyelids

 It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all

 That's why I blew out my brains and murdered you all

 

 [Chorus]
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