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Heavy & Horny

by Necktie Killer

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1.
B'Low Me 02:59
I see you sittin' there You turn your head every time I look your way I think you know I do the same You're so damn smitten, had no shot I've got a vice lock on your brain And if it weren't so far beneath me, you'd drive me completely fuckin' insane (Chorus) I feel like I'm a step above you But I love you If only I could tolerate you Eventually I know I'd hate you It's true, so why do I think I like to play this game? It's always the same It's not that I'm in love When you're out of sight you are truly out of mind But you're never hard to find And when I see you - every time - can't help but check out your behind And when you make it wiggle you make me wish I would fuckin' go blind Chorus Why do It take two Seconds to forget that I don't like you? 'Cause you got nothing cool to say Be with you everyday? That equals hell to pay for me and maybe That's where I oughta' be Because in hell, you see You don't have to worry About what's right or what's wrong That's why it's where I belong Cause if I had some moral fiber, I'd already be gone You know I feel like I'm a step above you But I loved you If only I could tolerate you Eventually I know I'd hate you Why do I like to play this game?
2.
F the P 06:24
Oh, when I wrote this song, god damn, it was 2008 You'd think we'd all be livin' fat today that we would have come to a golden age But no, we ain't Kids livin' in luxuries unprecedented before in the world Unsatisfied as they've ever been If great men could have foreseen how it would unfurl Would they have bothered at all? Would they have answered the call? Well, they might not have bothered at all when it had taken the balls to say (Chorus) "Fuck the power!" So many men have paid the ultimate price just to say those words "Fuck the power!" just to be heard Fuck the cowards It doesn't matter if they need it or not, they're gonna have their way But there's always that day When everybody says "fuck the power!" Before I can support the fam, I pay homage to Uncle Sam Who finances occupations of sand And sends thousands to die in a foreign land Just for his old man Economic complexities are designed to keep you confused Disguise two guys who've been compromised Call it freedom, but you need 'em to choose just between those two Well it's a hell of a ruse, but what are you gonna do? Well, you choose when they tell you to choose because you don't wanna' lose The game they coerce you to play Chorus The ability to follow and lead allows us to be civilized But it can't be denied that the other side Of that double edged sword takes lives We're talking our demise Now try that on for size It's happened hundreds of times When the king's got his eyes on the prize and he forgets to be wise He's in for one big surprise 'Cause the cries turn to thousands of guys; revolution on the rise! Chorus Let's start one more revolution! Come jump on board, revolution! Let's nix this shit institution! Revolution! Ska revolution! Let's start one more revolution! Come jump on board, revolution! There's too much hate and pollution! Revolution! Ska revolution!
3.
Whores 03:30
I know this girl And she is outta' sight Yeah she is outta this world And she's not too cool But it doesn't really matter Cuz she's got strong lips And she's always down to give me some squirrel Every now and then I get to thinkin' with my boner and I call her again She answers every time And it doesn't really matter That I don't really like her 'Cause she never tries to make me pretend But every time I leave without saying goodbye I see a tear fall from the corner of her eye (Chorus) Because whores Have feelings too Yes they do Whores have Feelings too A friend of mine He got a degree and a job The dude was doin' just fine He had a wife and a kid And it didn't really matter That he took care of them and gave 'em every spare second of time She still fucked around You know my friend's not dumb Eventually he found out He kicked that bitch to the curb And it didn't really matter That she said she was sorry 'Cause the truth ain't what she puts in her mouth Now I see her in the bar every week with a different guy, But she can't hide the regret, I see it right there in her eye Chorus x2 Now he who's without sin can cast the first stone Some chicks just love dick and hate bein' alone You got a problem with it? You've got problems of your own When it's her, you play the critic When it's you, you don't You won't admit it, hypocrite It's so peculiar, though That when it comes to other shit, you say "To each his own." I'm gonna teach you kids somethin' that your teachers don't It's not unlike some shit you could hear in a preacher's home It's that he who's without sin can cast the first stone Some chicks just love dick and hate bein' alone You got a problem with it? Shit, I've got problems of my own When it's her, you play the critic When it's you, you don't So why is it when she's sittin' in her boojey home That she bought just out of spite with all the alimony That she can't can't help but be unhappy and displeased Just thinkin' about the time that she's spent down on her knees, B! 'Cause natural consequences are a bitch on their own So just leave it at that, she's more sorry than she ever could let on Chorus
4.
Weed 05:35
(Chorus) Weed, weed, weed, you're a bittersweet mistress Why'd you have to turn me into such a lazy bitch? This shit's the shit. Oh, I fuckin' quit Weed, weed, weed, you know you make me forget About all of my troubles and my grocery list This shit's the shit. Oh, I fuckin' quit I used to hustle weed by the slew. It's true, I never grew But I made sure I always had a baggie bigger than you But it was a pain in the ass; it wasn't paying too fast Now keep the same size bag, but I ain't slangin' my stash, I fuckin' smoke it. But can't nobody smoke in my pad Got a three year old at home. Yeah, that's right, bitch, I'm a dad And you might think it's irresponsible for me to get high But he don't see that side of me; he gonna' be better than I was If I had a nickel for every dime bag I've scooped up, I'm pretty sure that by now I'd have at least a million bucks And if I did my friend, I tell you what I'd do right now I'd spend nine hundred, ninety nine thou on fuckin' weed and take out. I'll never get high, that's what I used to say Now I'm goin' broke 'cause I smoke like everyday It's getting harder to tell if it's the cause or it's the cure So maybe next week I'm fuckin' quittin' for sure Chorus For every time that I've used weed to pick me up There's two or three occasions when my habit's kicked me in the nuts If I had never toked, I'd probably have a college degree Now if that's not a tragedy, then you tell me what is, bitch I'm wishin' that I had stuck to the plan Instead of sittin' here with a blunt and beer in hand It's getting easy to see that it's the cause and not the cure So maybe next week, I'm fuckin' quittin' for sure And when I say it, yo, I gotta quit I'm smokin' what I've got and I got … I've got a lot of it The problem is that every time I finish up a bag My buddy comes by, see, and offers me a little shwag So what the fuck's a smoker supposed to say to that, "No?" I don't think so, "thank you, please pass the Indo!" Friends don't let friends drink and drive, But ain't nobody causin' crashes 'cause they got so crazy high So let's ride But we ain't got no place to go Because the more and more you smoke, you know you start to get slow And the more and more you smoke, you know you start to go broke Before you know it you're a chinky-eyed, broke-ass slow poke And I would know Shit man, I smoke a gang of weed It's hard to breathe now, feels like somebody strangled me Sometimes I get the feelin' it's time to make a little change Before I really fuck up, and my whole family is ashamed of me But every time I quit, feels like I'll always be the same Believe me, bitches, I try; It's just this weed is so insanely green So if you wanna fuck with the bittersweet mistress Just remember what I said, cuz after that you won't remember shit Chorus
5.
A$$hole 05:22
As nice as I was, as understanding as I could be As much as I let you walk all over me It wasn't enough You still had to play rough So, now you'll see what an asshole I can be I never wanted it to be like this I tried to be cool, and I tried to be reasonable But you were bent on bein' such a bitch You wanna play that game? It's a shame: To make life miserable for you's what I got to do I'm makin' your life miserable for you And you got no one to blame but yourself And all the fucked up shit you pulled, well, it's true Oi! When you first said to me that this was it, it hurt so fuckin bad It's the worst feelin' I ever had Couldn't believe that you would pull this shit But now I'm glad you're gone; been so long that I'd been puttin' up with you What I've got to do is make life fuckin' miserable for you. What you deserve's even worse than you'll get 'Cause you're a stupid fuckin' bitch, so get screwed Oh, I may not be able to sink as low as you I don't know how you can I don't know what you're goin' through But there's no excuse So now I'm showin' you What spoiled bitches get when they can't act like grownups I think I'll start by sayin' your dad's a douche bag He never really loved you, and I know you fuckin' knew that And maybe that's how you became a person so lame That you can't respect yourself Even your family feels the same You're gettin' anything you can for your booty That's probably why you fucked m when you hardly even knew me And we both know I wasn't the first By the time you got to me, you had that shit rehearsed I get so bored airing your dirty laundry That it blows my mind I mean, it really is beyond me That you'd rather keep on than move on When does the nightmare end? It's already been way too long It isn't that I want to be a prick You just pushed so damn hard, took your craziness way too far And I just let you get away with it It must have pissed you off when you saw I'm a better person and so You just sunk so low By actin' like a wicked crazy hoe Now maybe when I become the asshole You'll get the hint and fuckin' leave me alone Oi! The things you did were so complex and nuts, I can't put em in a song; I would have to make it way too long That's what you get for havin' sex with sluts You're scared of a disease, but VD is not the worst those hoes can do Oh my friend, it's true They'll make life fuckin' miserable for you And you've got no one to blame but yourself You fucked her even when you knew she's bad news Oi! Oi! Oi! Yo soy rude boy!
6.
LaHF 04:55
There's an army, it's assembling now Three blocks from downtown Round now's when they come around And right now I'm hangin' out with Larry Pull out a tarnished flask and pass it around Pound it down, it lasts. Magic Flask has enough for everyone Cops are on the way but we aren't really caring (Chorus) With all these d-bags drinkin' Pabst, Larry hands my ass a flask And he'll say "cheers" or "bottoms up" We let the hours pass hangin' with Larry and his flask And we don't need no stinkin cups Party's crowded and there's more on the way Well that's ok, 'cause we ain't really got a fuckin' fire code And tonight we burn it down on Black Butte Workin' tomorrow, but I'm drinkin' today Well this ain't the first time Larry's got me doin' stupid shit You don't like it? Well, nobody fuckin' asked you Chorus This little shindig was a BYOB But not for me, I drink for free whenever I'm with Larry Yeah, that flask of his has got me feelin' sloppy Right now I'm actin like an H-O-L-E Well that's me: the SOB that doesn't worry what you think Got your sister screamin' "get this bastard off me!" Chorus
7.
Friends 05:29
All the girlies smile when you come around The dudes say they're down with you to try to fit in Everybody thinks you're funny when you're clownin' And they always hang around; you think you've got lotsa' friends You can be counted on to do right by your crew Inevitably, you'll get screwed Some cats will flip on you So many situations Where some chick or some dude that you thought was really close to you Thought they might get a leg up If they stabbed you in the back I guess you probably should have expected that You gotta' figure out who your friends are You need to figure out who your friends are You better figure out who your friends are You've got a buddy (Hey, buddy) You've known him for a year or two It's easy to forget the chips have never been down (Every day has been a good day) The two of you go to the bar to get a beer or two You get into some trouble; he's nowhere to be found (Nope. Where is he?) You hope he'll show up soon, 'cause things are lookin' grim (He was here a little bit ago) You realize just as you get hit that you can't count on him (That motherfucker) I guess seeing is believing When a so-called good friend that you though would be there 'til the end Thinks they might have it easier If they turn their back on you I guess it's probably smart to expect them to You gotta' figure out who your friends are You need to figure out who your friends are You better figure out who your friends are You need figure out who your friends are You better figure out who your friends are So fuckin' figure out who your friends are Now when you're sittin' on top everybody seems down That's why I don't mess around Because most people, I have found don't really like you They might act like they're by your side You won't believe how quick those bitches do some stupid shit to spite you That's right, dude, and I don't care where you're from 'Cause everybody needs somebody not to stick 'em in the bum But everybody's been a sucker Then you just feel dumb 'Cause you stuck your neck out And you trusted someone It's kinda fun - I think - to see if you can read 'em Find the dude who's gonna' flip Preempt them and defeat 'em But for freedom we all must trust a little bit So take an old friendship Make an effort to rekindle it But choose your buddies wisely Don't be a retard A real homie acts like a get out of jail free card He runs the extra mile, then he don't even breathe hard Some people got dough They ain't the lucky ones, we are Different from your friend in the bar You know how, 'mon? That dude's up in your grill Then it's that dude I'm gonna pound on Might do some ill shit mother fuckers might frown on But all my buddies know that I'm somebody they can count on You better figure out who your friends are Should probably figure out who your friends are You have to figure out who your friends are
8.
Garbage Bag 03:57
It gets extremely boring Lying awake at night just waiting for the morning And when it finally comes You can see it's nothing to look forward to Well it's true You're going through the motions As your convictions slowly wither into notions One day becomes ten And you can't climb out of the rut you're in You can't win (Chorus) You've got your Garbage bag full of clothes And you hope that nobody knows Just where you're goin' with 'em Say I'll talk to ya' later, and you don't look back You tell the guys that you're goin' home But you don't wanna' You just wanted to be left alone Now is that so much to ask? You may not be the first one On your list of enemies, but man, you are the worst one You can't get out of your way And when you do it's never where you stay But okay Got lots of friends, but damn You can't think of one of them that truly understands you But then you can't really tell If you can even understand yourself That might help, but instead … Chorus x2
9.
Well I walk right through your front door and I'm makin' lots of noise I'm all geared up for one more night of drinkin' with the boys And if it weren't for all the cocaine, vicodin and 'roids You'd probably be happy to see me (Chorus) 'Cause I buy drugs and steal drugs and use 'em all up And there's always some whiskey down here in my cup And I'll punch you and kiss you all in the same night I'm the life of the fuckin' party Well I've never really been one known for moderate rapport So if you offer me a shot, then I'll have that and several more When you learned of my arrival you should have known what was in store Your blood upon my shirt and lots of dirt upon your floor And I can't say I've ever said a single word I didn't shout! If that wall there in your hall needs a new hole, I'll help you out Another drink, another line, 'cause there's no time to fuck about Hey miss, you like fish? Then try this trouser trout Chorus

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released June 17, 2013

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Necktie Killer Bend, Oregon

Necktie Killer is an independent, grass roots, 7 piece rock band out of Bend, Oregon. The best cliche to describe this band is 'rugged, yet refined.' The often crass yet somehow eloquent lyrical content combines with exquisite musical arrangement, catchy melodies, and myriad stylistic influences to create a unique musical experience. ... more

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