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Montage of images along with the classic song "Yesterday Once More" from The Carpenters R.I.P Karen Carpenter Lyrics: When I was young I'd listen to the radi...

VISIT THE BEST CHANNEL EVER HERE: www.youtube.com Best song ever!!!! LYRICS: How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Freedom fightin' machine, big-ass hatchet in hand Why'd you have to kill my bros? I'm-a slash your face, man I'm a very skilled assassin killin' dudes in ones and twos Blood flowin' like a river, need a box of tissues When I'm huntin', I be stuntin', you can never find me In the bushes, in the hay stacks, in your mother's laundry Watch me comin', free runnin', up the walls like a boss What you lookin' at, bitch? Taste my tomahawk chop! How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow From Boston to NY, always up to no good Don't know how I can see out this big-ass hood Walkin' through the crowds touchin' you on the back Using my hidden blade for a secret attack Jumpin' off of giant buildings like I was a super man Use your momma as a meat shield every time that I can Take a break from the war to hunt for some meat What? A man's gotta eat... How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Up first in the verse feel the clack of wooden teeth Bread and butter, lift the covers and you'll find the fu**in' heat Revolution I lead, with the world I got beef I dig my wigs ...

[Hook x2 -- Wiz Khalifa] Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Them fuck niggas don't understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man [Verse 1 - Problem] Knew I'd be the man one day Knew I'd be the, knew I'd be the man one day (booya) VIP with a flock of Kelly Bundys All callin' me daddy like my son say Wizzy, what the tweak be All mamas that KK got me sleepy NWA, I'm easy Got these bitches sayin' "Yeah" like Jeezy [Verse 2 -- Wiz Khalifa] My clique is heavy, my weed is smelly Big crib don't need a telly I ride with them real goons with machine guns, don't need a Kelly Talkin' shit but we turnt up too Drunk as hell, that's what turnt up do Talkin' pounds we done smoked them too Talkin' millions we earned a few Talkin' champagne they brought it through Hundred million they rep my gang [Verse 3 - Problem] Goin' fast when I'm in my lane Diamond, Taylor, that be my gang Smoked it up, you don't smoke enough Boy you sweet, you so coconut Weed is loud, get close enough Shit get sticky on purple stuff [Hook x2] [Verse 3 -- JR Donato (and Wiz)] Met a lil' chick on Melrose Hopped out in them shell-toes Need more room for my elbows I dropped the bomb and then hell rose These hoes be actin' up These niggas be lettin' 'em Shawty rollin' them veggies up That's RAW's at the courtyard Take it to the Marriott Watch a nigga paint, Basquiat (Bought my own crib, so I'm growin' pot Got my own water, so I bought a yacht) Y'all niggas complacent From ??? to ...

SMOSH - Assassins Creed 3 Song All credits to Smosh. Smosh Channel: www.youtube.com LYRICS How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Freedom fightin' machine, big-ass hatchet in hand Why'd you have to kill my bros? I'm-a slash your face, man I'm a very skilled assassin killin' dudes in ones and twos Blood flowin' like a river, need a box of tissues When I'm huntin', I be stuntin', you can never find me In the bushes, in the hay stacks, in your mother's laundry Watch me comin', free runnin', up the walls like a boss What you lookin' at, bitch? Taste my tomahawk chop! How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow From Boston to NY, always up to no good Don't know how I can see out this big-ass hood Walkin' through the crowds touchin' you on the back Using my hidden blade for a secret attack Jumpin' off of giant buildings like I was a super man Use your momma as a meat shield every time that I can Take a break from the war to hunt for some meat What? A man's gotta eat... How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Up first in the verse feel the clack of wooden teeth Bread and butter, lift the covers and you'll find the fu**in' heat Revolution I lead, with the world I got beef I ...

Greatest song of all time from K-Rino. Killuminati for life! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS MATERIAL. [K-Rino:] What's the plan? I'll reveal some of it to you what's the plan? To not let you consciously advances With mindless radio and television programs Doping you up with new grand's of illegal contraband Once again activated the hand of the son of man No regards for life no change for yours Lies and more techs that will finance in wars while you're partying ignoring the news they sign laws Deceptively form and methods to keep you behind bars Who rules the planet the people who's over dim? The president aint number one he got powers controlling him Long before 9/11's nationwide fraud America had been the master of the inside job Anytime there was a tragedy the face was in the picture (yeah) When the Rothschild family was breaking bread with Hitler And all they ever did was enslave you and pillage you Stop honoring and country that's responsible for killing you [Chorus: Sniper] Sound the alarm The Government is tryna do us harm Don't worry about the weather its the calm before the storm Pay attention to the mission cause these wools about to getcha Either do as they say or they'll take you out the picture [K-Rino:] What's the plan? The prophet off the poor man's habits pharmaceutical corps met a nation of drug addicts They don't wanna cure they want money while you a dope fiend I see the devil every time I look at most things It's hell in the ghetto but it's better in the ...

Clutch - Burning Beard Lyrics Thanks to www.kovideo.net Every day I wake up we drink a lot of coffee and watch the CNN Every day I wake up to a bowl of clover honey and let the locusts fly in. Lobsterbacks attack the town again Wrap all my things in aluminum Beams of darkness streak across the sky Pink rays from the ancient satellite Every time I look out my window same three dogs looking back at me. Every time I open my windows cranes fly in to terrorize me. The power of the Holy Ghost The power of the Holy Ghost Shadow of the New Praetorian Tipping cows in fields Elysian Saturnalia for all you have The seven habits of the highly infected calve Swan diving off the tongues of crippled giants International Business Machine Choking on bits of barley bread crumbs Oh this burning beard I have come undone. It's just as I've feared. I have, I have come undone. Bugger dumb the last of academe. Okkamas razor makes the cutting clean. Shaven like a banker, lilac vegetal. Break the glass ceiling and golden parachute on down. The power of the Holy Ghost comes to town. Shadow of the New Praetorian Tipping cows in fields Elysian Saturnalia for all you have The seven habits of the highly infected calf I do not own any of this music

Smosh - Ultimate Assassin's Creed 3 Song I DO NOT OWN THIS NO COPYRIGHT Enjoy Lyrics: How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Freedom fightin' machine, big-ass hatchet in hand Why'd you have to kill my bros? I'm-a slash your face, man I'm a very skilled assassin killin' dudes in ones and twos Blood flowin' like a river, need a box of tissues When I'm huntin', I be stuntin', you can never find me In the bushes, in the hay stacks, in your mother's laundry Watch me comin', free runnin', up the walls like a boss What you lookin' at, bitch? Taste my tomahawk chop! How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow Tomahawk Tomahawk To-To-Tomahawk Tomahawk Tomahawk Tomahawk Tomahawk Tomahawk From Boston to NY, always up to no good Don't know how I can see out this big-ass hood Walkin' through the crowds touchin' you on the back Using my hidden blade for a secret attack Jumpin' off of giant buildings like I was a super man Use your momma as a meat shield every time that I can Take a break from the war to hunt for some meat What? A man's gotta eat... How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the throat with my bow Tomahawk chop is my death blow How many fools can I kill today? Too many to count, don't get in my way I shoot a mofo in the ...

Verse 1 Sometimes I feel like I'm in this thing by myself/ cause I can't even turn around and ask you for your help/ without you trying to say that I'm just digging on your wealth/ boy if that was the case I would've been had better nails/ cause all this cooking and cleaning/ you got me washing machine-ing/ and I ain't never been the type of bitch to be on this scene/ I'm used to diamonds and rings, I'm used to drowning in drinks/ I'm used to beauty shops, crooked cops, and fraudulent things/ boy I was harboring dreams, I was plotting and scheming/ I was bout to make a way for us to all live our dreams/ I'm talking mountains and skis, I'm talking all of them things/ but you too busy trying to keep up out in them streets/ while I'm steady to trying to pull you out of them streets/ boy you turn around debating and you battle with me/ boy I'm just trying to tell you who them tattlers be ( and who them tattlers be, and who them tattlers be)/ I'm trying to act like its me, I'm trying to act like a team/ I'm trying to be the ride or die bitch you asked me to be/ boy are you joking with me, nigga you broke as can be/ unless you doing magic, boy you hocus pocus-ing me/ cause you ain't you fucking with me, I'm the one that you need/ I'm the bread making, dinner baking, raiser of seeds, who does it greater than me/ there ain't no hater in me, and the more I think about it boy its plainer to see/ boy you ain't sheltering me, nah you ain't bettering me/ you just bring your doubt and ...

[Intro] Man one day I'mma get there I'mma be counting up all these bank rolls, nigga (Right, damn, we gon' be getting all the dank dro, rollin' up) Man, I'mma be fuck with a model bitch, no stank hoes (For sure man, we gon' be countin' all the bank rolls) Hodgy Beats, Left Brain MellowHype, huh, Odd Future, huh [Verse 1: Hodgy] First one up, yup, good mornin' I'm already out the door by the time you were yawnin' Head start for the green mow lawnin' Prolongin' in the game sing-a-longin' Bounce if you like, come on bob your head Obey every single word that Simon said Blood Diamond flow, it's shinin' red What's up with your hip hop? Mine is dead Wolf Gang bred, cookin' bread If they ain't associated, I don't shake they hand Pretty-ass nigga with a girl from Japan She don't speak any English but she understand So in demand, I'm him the man The music plants the cash in-hand I can't be concentrated on what the press might hear I buzz unless in the light then how did I arrive [Hook: Left Brain] What the fuck you thank, yo? I be smokin' dank dro You be fuckin' stank hoes, I be countin' bank rolls I be countin' bank rolls, I be countin' bank rolls Fuck you nigga, I be countin' bank rolls To the bank every week Y'all already know, I fuck with the freaks I be countin' bank rolls, I be countin' bank rolls Fuck you nigga, I be countin' bank rolls [Verse 2: Hodgy] You know it's odd when I come through your area Cause you scared of a monster, tell your uncle I'm scaring ya Workin' on my ...