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DEMONS ON EARTH

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Show 62  Play What I Wanna

Lyrics: 

[Intro]

This one goes out to… 
The one and only… 
Quintessential… Eternal…
Artist and human being 

[Verse 1]

When I was diagnosed with diabetes at 14 years old 
On “HIStory”, it wrote
“Dedicated to the children of the world… The healthy, the sick, and the dying”
It’d hit home

I used to daydream you would visit my ward 
Like you did for many kids on a trip abroad
I was left with naught, bedridden, fraught
But you’d sing a song about every kid who sought

Solace in you. That solemnly helped through
That sullen tenure I’d fallen to endure
Yet they always ignored your humanitarian efforts
And deplored you for all the nefarious slanders

I’ve never once believed them
Never even doubted you, was relieved when 
You walked outta court, restored. That talked loudest 
You had taught: “They Don’t Care About Us” 

[Chorus]

Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
How I love you (Ooohhh)
How I love you (Love you, dear)

Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
How I love you (Oooooohhh)
How much I love you (Love you, AOUW)

[Verse 2]

Every single song of mine
Carries the many traces of your sublime style 
And I’m just like you
See, I write and compose my own songs all by myself, tied to

The legacy that I tried to 
Derive from your artistry and drive through, right? Oooh
But I just wish you were here to make music and I wasn’t 
‘Cause even when I’m buzzin’, it sure doesn’t

Feel the same! You appealed to strain
When seals were slain, keeled over and kneeled in pain
Concealed in vain! You’d squeal to deal with blame
You reeled at claims but yielded no field to shame

Your zeal would flame like it wielded shield from rain
You’d heal, sustain with a real ideal and aim *Hiccup*
So, this one is dedicated to the king of kings
Coming from Jennkins

[Chorus]

Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
How I love you (Ooohhh)
How I love you (Love you, dear)

Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
How I love you (Oooooohhh)
How much I love you (Love you, AOUW)

[Verse 3]

Hah! Hear the percussions? 
“Lovely is the feelin’ now!” They’re gushing  
Or I hope they are 
‘Cause I strove to play them dope and cope with the way things are

Now that you’re gone
And we’re left with generic pop singers and corny radio songs
And these wannabe gangsta rappers 
Mumbling dumb shit with their punk asses 

It ain’t like it used to be down here anymore
It’s all about power and lust
You’re not missing out on anything, for
I’m sure you would only be dour. It’s just… *Hiccup*

I don’t know, man… I’m tired of all this, I’m ready to leave
Would you talk to God for me please?
Tell Him to take me away beside you
I’m willing to pay for my vice, too, if I’ll find you

[Chorus]

Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
How I love you (Ooohhh)
How I love you (Love you, dear)

Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
Oh, Michael Jackson (Michael)
How I love you (Oooooohhh)
How much I love you (Love you, AOUW)

[Ad-libs]

Who’s the man? (You are the man)
Who’s the man? (You are the man)
Who’s the man? (Yeah, you are the man)
Who’s the man? (Yeah, you are the man)

Who’s the man? (Oh, you are the man)
Who’s the man? (Yeah, you are the man)
(You are the man, you are… You are the king) 
Yes! Yes! Yes (That’s right! AOUW)

You are the king (There’s never gonna be another Michael)
You are the king (There’s never gonna be another Michael)
You are the king (There’s never gonna be another Michael)
You are the king (There’s never gonna be another Michael)

You are the king (There’s never gonna be another Michael)
You are the king (There’s never gonna be another Michael)
You are the king (There’s never gonna be another Michael, ahhh, ever)
You are the king!

[Outro]

And I miss you…
I just wish you could have heard this song. 
I believe you do up there.
With all my love, Jennkins

Michael Jackson

Lyrics: 

[Intro]

Look! 
For your own good while bar-hopping… 
Listen up! 
Take heed! 

[Chorus (2×)]

She’s tempting men in a bar  
Pretending, bent on harm 
And branding ‘em as a target 
She’s with the organ mafia 

Sending her in there are
An impending band of sharks 
She’s tending to her part
She’s with the organ mafia 

[Verse 1]

You awaken in a haze
In a daze, say “Hey, where’s this place?”
Find yourself submerged below waist
In ice in a tub and a phone lays

On a base with a note that says: 
“Call on your own an ambulance”
“Or you’re gonna die!” The whole case
Is clear now, so crazed 

They snatch your kidneys through the ring
It’s that sick bitch who’d lure you in
The marauding broad is racketeering
As a pawn in organ trafficking

Girrrl gon’ slip you some meds 
Put you under, tie your hands 
Call her scrounger to come gouge you out
With a lancet

[Chorus (2×)]

She’s tempting men in a bar  
Pretending, bent on harm 
And branding ‘em as a target 
She’s with the organ mafia 

Sending her in there are
An impending band of sharks 
She’s tending to her part
She’s with the organ mafia 

[Verse 2]

She’s slender, tender at the bar 
A ten, her splendor spread afar
Her handlers plant her there and planned her
Standard banter set to charm

So that she can beguile any man 
Aiming at boys who’re pliant in advance
She runs her game while in a van 
Outside are the gangsters hidin’ again

She’ll fire your libido kick  
Then inquire into your medical checks
In a crowd, she gets typically ticked 
Tryna dip, cower in a nook very little lit

If you don’t sense this monstrous biz
From signals wanton sends
Numbness sets on limbs as
Rum drink strips consciousness away

[Chorus (2×)]

She’s tempting men in a bar  
Pretending, bent on harm 
And branding ‘em as a target 
She’s with the organ mafia 

Sending her in there are
An impending band of sharks 
She’s tending to her part
She’s with the organ mafia 

[Verse 3] 

She’ll do “Blood On The Dance Floor” 
Up on the stands, pour wine she laced before
While you watch her in a trance, you’re 
Sippin’ at length, corkin’ off and henceforth

She’ll immediately remove her belts and 
Tie with ‘em fitly your hands and feet
Then will send a word of the loot by texting 
“It’s time” to the men in the van across street

Their docs enter and take whatever 
Put your organs away together 
Ship ‘em out to who’ll pay the cheddar 
On the black market where they deliver

While she tiptoes right out the door
Watch out, kiddos, whom you hit on
Or you’ll just get shit on 
By such whores *Hiccup*

[Chorus (2×)]

She’s tempting men in a bar  
Pretending, bent on harm 
And branding ‘em as a target 
She’s with the organ mafia 

Sending her in there are
An impending band of sharks 
She’s tending to her part
She’s with the organ mafia 

[Outro]

At your place or her place… 
She’ll have you butchered for money! 
Watch out for the signs! 
Don’t fall victim to lust.

Organ Mafia

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1]

Yeahhh, whore, I know
You’ll do the only thing that you’re good for
It’s okay! Your friends score even more 
Everywhere they explore ‘til they get sore 

Your sis tryin’ it, too! Just go pryin’ 
Mom did it also back in her prime 
And you hardly hear anybody fry ‘em
For their crime! Instead, it’s like a triumph (Ahhh)

[Bridge 1]

Open the cam! I don’t give a damn, if you’re 
From Kazakhstan or Kyrgyzstan (Ahhh)
I’ll invite and pamper you with dranks and tan, girl  
Istanbul’s sicker than Amsterdam (Ahhh)

Bring over your frand or any fam, girl
‘Cause right away, *BAM*! Men will cram (Ahhh)
Your holes and slam ‘em when you give up the clam, girl
You’ll get 50% that’s cash in hand (Ahhh)

[Chorus]

Move it! Yeahhh! Work it, bitch! Do it
Do it like you’re supposed to do 
Prove it! Show what a whore you are, you stupid 
Do it like you’re supposed to do 

The shoe fits… On you… The shoe of a ‘tute 
Do it like you’re supposed to do 
Pursue it as a career, get used to it
Do it like you’re supposed to do 

[Ad-libs 1]

Get over here!
Take off my socks!
Pour me some whiskey!

[Verse 2]

Rule # 1 is to wear fun 
Stockings up in this bitch 
Rule # 2 is solely to 
Say “Yes, sir” with a low pitch  

Rule # 3: “Work sets you free”
Ain’t no customers you can ditch 
Rule # 4: Always acknowledge you’re just a whore 
With a bored itch (Ahhh)

[Bridge 2]

I’m a dom, know what you’re on to 
This ain’t your prom or beauty salon (Ahhh)
You’ll bask in pythons, pass the baton to
Whomever you come with from the slum (Ahhh)

Bring over your mom, too ‘cause I’m lewd 
I’ll have her lip balm splatter, sip rom (Ahhh)
Then I’ll fuck her numb, nude in front of you 
You’ll watch, rub your pussy and cum a ton (Ahhh)

[Chorus]

Move it! Yeahhh! Work it, bitch! Do it
Do it like you’re supposed to do
Prove it! Show what a whore you are, you stupid 
Do it like you’re supposed to do

The shoe fits… On you… The shoe of a ‘tute 
Do it like you’re supposed to do
Pursue it as a career, get used to it
Do it like you’re supposed to do

[Ad-libs 2]

Lean over to me!
Show me that cleavage!
Light up my cigarillo!

[Verse 3]

I accommodate new girls at my apartments here
Every 3 to 6 months, dear 
So, you gotta gear up and veer off 
When you hear “It’s time! Get the place cleared”

‘Til then you’ll steer the atmosphere for another peer 
And go out in your sheers 
Men will leer at your rear ends, get near 
You’ll fetch beers to lower the barriers (Ahhh)

[Bridge 3]

Assume your role, seduce ‘em all! Cross your legs 
Snooze a call? You’ll lose your haul (Ahhh)
Use ‘thol-infused clove cigarettes 
I muse all the “do”s and “don’t”s (Ahhh) 

You’s in thrall to who’s in control of your ass 
Shoes sprawl, taboos fall (Ahhh)
Bruised, you’ll crawl; abused, you’ll roll on your ass 
Oozing all the goos outta balls (Ahhh)

[Chorus]

Move it! Yeahhh! Work it, bitch! Do it
Do it like you’re supposed to do
Prove it! Show what a whore you are, you stupid 
Do it like you’re supposed to do

The shoe fits… On you… The shoe of a ‘tute 
Do it like you’re supposed to do
Pursue it as a career, get used to it
Do it like you’re supposed to do

Куда-то не туда

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