just because ~ i'm sick on you ~ my best freind stash ~ iconorgasm ~ be my groupie





All day long you sit around and think
About the things they impress on your brain
You never bother to realize it,
So freind just let me tell you: you are already insane.

Just because, just because you think you're smart,
Doesn't mean, Doesn't mean it will get hard,
When you're joining belly buttons.

We are the rebels,
stryving to get things changed.
We know it won't happen,
but we're too deranged.

Just because, Just because we understand,
Doesn't mean, Doesn't mean we are more wise
Than the TV bred sheep.
We are our own demise...

Then there are those
In White, Blue and Red,
All the Tommy Boys and Girls,
The colors go to their head.

Just because, Just because your daddy's rich,
Doesn't mean, Doesn't mean you need to bitch,
At those who have less money.

Some are the dreamers
Hoping to fly.
Their dreams are infinite,
But the limit's not the sky.

Just because, Just because you are right,
Doesn't mean, Doesn't mean that your true flight,
Won't be without consequence.

So here we are,
All together, in different groups.
Some try to fix them,
Some try to mix them,
It won't matter we'll all stay the same.

All alone, All together.
Each one fighting for his rights,
Each one seeing their own sights.
The sights that they want to see.
No one promised democracy,
In here.







I'm sick on you.

I'm sick on you girl
And you are my cure,
Without you I'm pointless
Alone and unsure.

I start to vomit if I don't see your face.
I suppose this ain't romantic,
But you know I'm a disgrace.


(Chorus, beat slows way down)
I don't know,
I don't know what I should do.
And I wonder,
I wonder why it was you...

There is no reason,
No reason to this song.
And I don't think,
I don't think I have a bong...


I always cry when I see you,
When I don't see you I cry more.
I don't know where I'm going with this,
I don't know what I'm here for.

It doesn't matter what we are,
Ok it does- I won't lie.
But even if it's not what I want,
I must have something or I will die.

.Chorus.

The doctors can't help me on this one,
I have to do it alone.
Withdrawal is gonna kill me.
I'm gonna rot down to my bone.

You are my drug,
I need you now,
I need you 24/7
I'll come to you,
You can come to me,
Or we can meet at the 7-11.

.Chorus.







My best freind Stash,
You're the only thing I've got,
Even if they say you're not,
You're still my best freind Stash,

Sometimes when I go insane,
I'd be in a lot of pain,
If it wasn't for you,
My best freind Stash.

All I have to do,
Is take some of you,
I roll you up, light you up and kiss you!
My best freind Stash!

You take me where I never was,
You take me where I'll never be,
And you do it just because,
You're my best freind Stash!

Oh the joy you brought me is,
An un-explainable bliss,
I feel so radical,
Like an ecstacy during a root canal,
And it's all due to you, my best freind Stash!

Oh sometimes I'm all alone,
No chance of getting laid,
But then you pop-up in my nose,
And I am screwing a maid!

Thanks to my best freind Stash!
I just wish you didn't cost so much cash!

When I'm with you it's always a trip,
There's never a dull moment,
As long as I don't flip,
And start rolling in my vomit!








While channel surfing,
I wind up on MTV,
See some moron smirking.

Thinking he's so cool,
Busting every homie line
He learned while skipping school.

At the Newstand on a magaZine,
I see the same moron,
Inside a limoZine.

So hey guess what peeps,
Let's praise all them all,
'Cuz they think they're so insane.
Think they're out of control.

Hey dickhead,
How many asses
did you have to kiss,
To get inside
this corporate bliss,
How many reporters'
dicks got sucked,
Just so they wouldn't
say that you're fucked.

Or maybe the reporters are
of a new generation,
That thinks it's taking over
this god damned nation.

Brainwashed,
by the guys in the suits.
Not the MIB, CIA or FBI.
The pig execs from their luxury sty.
Control your sorry ass,
Make you what you are,
But it's easier to do that,
If you think you're a star.

So go ahead,
Smoke your bong,
It's fine with them,
Just wear your tho-tho-thong.

Enjoy the illusion
while you still can,
Just remember-
you work for the man.

The same man
Who you lOve to diss,
Is the guy who makes you
drink his piss.

Then you spit it out,
Bustin' a phat rhyme,
But we still see
the thick yellow slime.

We must stop your shit,
Then stop them,
Help those
who we still can.

There is no light
for you to see,
And the answer does not
lie inside me.

Iconorgasm,
Everything's perverted,
And all you dopes
unknowingly converted.

To the religion of the hottest lowest denominator.






Will you be my groupie?
Will you say I'm cool?
Will you get all your freinds to drool
over me?
As I come out of my jet will you scream "He's sexy!"?

Will you come to my concerts?
Will you party all night?
And in my cliche lyrics will you see the light?

And when I sell my soul to MTV,
Will you still believe in the lie that I'm free?

Be my groupie,
Please girl be my groupie,
'Cuz I've got nobody else.
If you party with me
It will ring my bells,
'Cuz a soulless guy is lonely.

I've been around everywhere,
Some places I won't even mention.
But the lack of chicas wanting me
Was always a big frustration.

Be my groupie,
Please girl be my groupie,
'Cuz I've got nobody else.
If you party with me
It will ring my bells,
'Cuz a soulless guy is lonely.

I never thought being a star
Means you have to work to get laid.
And with some laws
You can't get Ho's
So I'll be lonely after I'm paid.

Be my groupie,
Please girl be my groupie,
'Cuz I've got nobody else.
If you party with me
It will ring my bells,
'Cuz a soulless guy is lonely.