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[Verse 1]
Late at night, all systems go, you’ve come to see the show
We do our best, you’re the rest, you make it real, you know
There’s a feeling deep inside that drives you fucking mad
A feeling of a hammerhead, you need it, oh, so bad

[Chorus]
Adrenaline starts to flow
You’re thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash!

[Verse 2]
Bang your head against the stage like you never did before
Make it ring, make it bleed, make it really sore
In a frenzied madness with your leathers and your spikes
Heads are bobbing around, it’s hot as hell tonight

[Chorus]
Adrenaline starts to flow
You’re thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash!

[Verse 3]
Here on stage, the Marshall noise is piercing through your ears
It kicks your ass, kicks your face, exploding feeling nears
Now’s the time to let it rip, to let it fucking loose
We’re gathered here to maim and kill, cause this is what we choose

[Chorus]
Adrenaline starts to flow
You’re thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac
Whiplash!

[Bridge]
Here we go!

[Verse 4]
The show is through, the metal’s gone, it’s time to hit the road
Another town, another gig, again we will explode
Hotel rooms and motorways, life out here is raw
But we’ll never stop, we’ll never quit, ’cause we’re Metallica

[Chorus]
Adrenaline starts to flow
You’re thrashing all around
Acting like a maniac

[Outro]
Wow-ow!

[Intro – Cardi B]
It’s DJ Snake, Ozuna
Selena G and Cardi B

[Verse 1 – Selena Gomez]
Get your hands off my man, Hayley Baldwin
It ain’t no wonder why he is balding
Talking to you is so time absorbing
I will fuck you up bitch, this is your last warning

[Pre-Chorus – Ozuna]
Loco, Loco
Tampoco, Barroco
Coco, Coco
Yoko, Yoko
Esta Noche
Oche, Noche
Esta Noche

[Interlude – Selena Gomez]
Haha Ozuna, I ain’t understand shit
But you can

[Chorus – Selena Gomez]
Talk to my pussy in Taki-Taki
It tastes sweet like Teriyaki
Talk to my pussy in Taki-Taki
It tastes sweet like Teriyaki
Fried Chicken, Kentucky
Sucking that cock got me acting cocky
Fried Chicken, Kentucky
Sucking that cock got me acting cocky

[Verse 2 – Cardi B]
Sniffing on that coco, coco
Got me acting loco, loco
And I ain’t talking bout Coco Chanel
I’m a skinny legend, fuck you, Adele
Just gave birth and my pussy still tight
Took a little break now I’m back in the fight
Bitches be scared cause I know how to fight
Got a second number one in a year, that’s right
Offset still licks my pussy every day
I make sure it is juicy when we play
Pussy so good, he wish I had a dick
But till I grow one I’m gon’ fuck him with a stick
Fuck him with a stick
Fuck him with a stick
Pussy so good, he wish I had a dick
But till I grow one I’m gon’ fuck him with a stick

[Chorus – Selena Gomez]
Talk to my pussy in Taki-Taki
It tastes sweet like Teriyaki
Talk to my pussy in Taki-Taki
It tastes sweet like Teriyaki
Fried Chicken, Kentucky
Sucking that cock got me acting cocky
Fried Chicken, Kentucky
Sucking that cock got me acting cocky

[Drop – Selena Gomez]
Taki-Taki, Teriyaki
Taki-Taki, Teriyaki
Taki-Taki, Teriyaki
Taki-Taki, Teriyaki

[Pre-Chorus – Ozuna]
Loco, Loco
Tampoco, Barroco
Coco, Coco
Yoko, Yoko
Esta Noche
Oche, Noche
Esta Noche

[Chorus – Selena Gomez]
Talk to my pussy in Taki-Taki
It tastes sweet like Teriyaki
Talk to my pussy in Taki-Taki
It tastes sweet like Teriyaki
Fried Chicken, Kentucky
Sucking that cock got me acting cocky
Fried Chicken, Kentucky
Sucking that cock got me acting cocky

Talk to my pussy in Taki-Taki
It tastes sweet like Teriyaki
Talk to my pussy in Taki-Taki
It tastes sweet like Teriyaki
Fried Chicken, Kentucky
Sucking that cock got me acting cocky
Fried Chicken, Kentucky
Sucking that cock got me acting cocky

[Drop – Selena Gomez]
Taki-Taki, Teriyaki
Taki-Taki, Teriyaki
Taki-Taki, Teriyaki
Taki-Taki, Teriyaki

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 1]
Ayy somebody grab him some clippers (Zzz)
His fucking beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper paying millions for security a year
“I think my dad’s gone crazy,” yeah Hailie you right
Dad’s always mad cooped up in the studio yelling at the mic
You’re sober and bored, huh (I know)
About to be 46 years old, dog
Talkin’ bout “I’ma call up Trick Trick”
Man you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (Ugh)
Mad about something I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you’re the greatest rapper alive
Fucking dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck Rap God, I’m the Rap Devil
Coming bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental
I’m saying

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it

[Verse 2]
Let’s talk about the fact you actually blacked balled a rapper that’s twice as young as you (Let’s talk about it)
Let’s call Sway, ask why I can’t go on Shade 45 because of you (Brr)
Let’s ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg trying to shelf me (Huh?)
Still can’t cover up the fact your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you can’t stand yourself (No)
Trying to be the old you so bad you Stan yourself (Ha)
Let’s leave all the beefing to 50 (Please)
Em you’re pushing 50
Why you claiming that I’ma call Puff?
When you the one that called Diddy (Facts)
Then you went and called Jimmy (Facts)
They conference called me in the morning (What?)
They told me you mad about a tweet
You wanted me to say sorry (What?)
I swear to God I ain’t believed him (Nah)
Please say it ain’t so (No)
The big bad bully of the rap game can’t take a fucking joke
Oh you want some fucking smoke (What?)
But not literally, you’ll choke
Yeah I’ll acknowledge you’re the GOAT
But I’m the Gunner bit’ch, I got you in the scope (Brra)
Don’t have a heart attack now (No)
Somebody help your mans up (Help)
Knees weak of old age
The real Slim Shady can’t stand up

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it

[Verse 3]
Hello Marshall, my name’s Colson
You should go back to Recovery
I know your ego is hurting just knowing that all of your fans discovered me (Hi)
He like “Damn, he a younger me
Except he dresses better and I’m ugly
Always making fun of me”
Stop all the thuggery Marshall, you living in luxury (Damn)
Look what you done to me, dropped an album just because of me
Damn, you in love with me
You got money but I’m hungry
I like the diss but you won’t say those lyrics out in front of me
Shout out to every rapper that’s up under me
Know that I’ll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone loves you
Pull that wedgie out your dungarees (Hey)
I gotta respect the OGs and I know most of ’em personally (Aye)
But you’re just a bully acting like a baby so I gotta read you a nursery (Nursery)
I’m the ghost of the future and you’re just Ebenezer Scrooge (Facts)
I said on Flex, anyone could get it
I ain’t know it would be you

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it

[Bridge]
Riding shotty cause I gotta roll this dope
It’s a fast road when your idols become your rivals
Never hesitate to say it to your face, I’m an asshole
Bitch ass motherfucker
Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 4]
We know you get nervous, Rabbit
I see momma’s spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the record that you made a decade ago, they were better
According to them you’re a national treasure
To me you’re as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number, just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
“I’m not afraid,” okay Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (Fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn can anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you’re in everybody’s top ten
You’re not getting better with time
It’s fine Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology about the simple fact you had to write a diss to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you
You ain’t as tall as me
5’8″ and I’m 6’4″
Seven punches hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)
And don’t be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf’s album, thank you (Thank you)
I just wanna feed my daughter
You tried to stop the money to support her
You the one always talk about the action
Text me the addy, I’m pulling up scrappy
And I’m by fucking myself, what’s happenin’?
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That’s what he’s gonna have to do to me when he realizes there ain’t shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn’t anything new to me
Yeah there’s a difference between us, I got all of my shit without Dre producing me (Aye)
I know you’re not used to me
Usually one of your disses should ruin me
But bitch I’m from Cleveland, everybody quiet this evening, I’m reading the eulogy (Shh)
Dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means it killed him
Already fucked one rapper’s girl this week, don’t make me call Kim

[Chorus]
I’m sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let’s talk about it
I’m sick of you being rich and you still mad, let’s talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully I’ll size up your body and put some white chalk around it

[Intro]
Cause I, ooh oh

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I can tell there’s something wrong witchu
Tell me do you wanna talk about it, talk about it?
You say you got a lot on your mind
Sit down, let’s talk about it, talk about it
I hate to see you feel this way
So tell me what can I do to make
It better for you, make it better for you, baby, hey

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Baby, tell me what I gotta do
To get you to talk about it, talk about it
Cause we’ve been together a little too long
For you not to talk about it
So tell me what you would like me to do
To help you, help me, help you
Cause I don’t really want to tell without you

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
Can’t you talk to me?
Let’s talk about it, talk about it
Tell me what you need
Just tell me baby, tell me baby
I’ll be there
Said I’d help your life
So I’ma gon’ talk to ya
Sometimes you are, all alone
But there’s no doubt
No doubt about it
So don’t just shut me out
Cause that’s not what love’s about
Tell me why

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Break]
Came too far to give up, gotta try
Cause I can’t do it on my own

[Outro]
Can’t you talk to me?
Tell me what you need
Can’t you talk to me?
Tell me what you need
Can’t you talk to me?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need

[Intro]
Candyman
(Candyman, Candyman, Candyman)
Sweet, sugar, candyman
(Candyman, Candyman, Candyman)
Sweet, sugar, candyman

[Intro]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)

[Verse 1]
I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really had me workin’ up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There’s nothin’ more dangerous than a boy with charm

[Chorus]
He’s a one-stop shop, makes the [trombone sound]
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman

[Verse 2]
He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)
The gossip tonight will be tomorrow’s headline

[Chorus]
He’s a one-stop shop, makes my [trombone noise]
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Oh, yeah, shoop do ba di ba shu ba da
Shoop do ba di ba shu ba da
He’s a one-stop shop, makes my [trombone sound]
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
A sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman

[Verse 3]
Well, by now I’m getting all bothered and hot
When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot
He had lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait

[Interlude]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Candyman, Candyman)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Candyman, Candyman)

[Bridge]
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, gotcha hot, makin’ all the [whistling] drop
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, got me hot, making my (uh) pop
(Sweet sugar, Candyman)
He’s a one-stop, get it while it’s hot, baby, don’t stop
(Sweet sugar)

[Chorus]
He got those lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait
He’s a one-stop shop with a real big (uh)
He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman (say what?)
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman (say)
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman, Candyman
Candyman

[Outro]
Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine)
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine)
Jane lost her grip and a-down she fell
(Jane lost her grip and a-down she fell)
Squared herself away as she let out a yell
(Squared herself away as she let out a yell)
Sweet, sugar, Candyman