There is a naked person in my flat!

Elvis never meant shit to me.

Watch out! The world’s behind you.

Elvis never meant shit to me.

Elvis never meant shit to me.

Elvis never meant shit to me.

Respect

I'm lord of all darkness, I'm queen of the night I've got the power.

Watch out! The world’s behind you.

Elvis never meant shit to me.

Elvis never meant shit to me.

Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones?

Elvis never meant shit to me.

Satan laughing spreads his wings.

There is a naked person in my flat!

Lord, have mercy The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me.

Work it out somehow.

Electric angel rock and roller, I hear what you're playin.

Oh, God of Progress Have you degraded or forgot us?

Your god is dead and no one cares.

You're standing on my memories.

Love me ‘till I’m limbless Aching and sore Enough to stop a freight train Or start the third world war

But if you open your mouth Then I can't be responsible For quite what goes in Or to care what comes out

I don't have a purpose omission, I'm empty by definition.

But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday.

Perhaps they’ll die.

It's so easy to get acid, you can get it anywhere.

Thank you for your wine, California.

Get a drink, have a good time now. Welcome to paradise.

Some gypsies’ blood flowing through her feet.

When they said I should feed my head, that to me is just a day in bed.

I hate myself for my weakness My past sickens me.

I’m an alligator, I’m a momma-poppa coming for you. I’m the space invader,I’ll be a rock n rollin’ bitch for you.

Dave is floating.

I don’t even miss you But that’s ‘cause I’m fucked up.

Fuck the police.

I hope you know this will go down on your permanent record.

Eat the salted peanuts out of the can.

This whole goddamned town is ready to blow.

Let me die with a hammer in my hand.

You can peel away my skin.

I’m so messed up I want you here.

2.4

Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was Someone else, someone good.

Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap. 3.5

I don’t want to dance, I want to go home.

Sometimes everything is wrong.

Bodies being found on Greenleaf With their fuckin’ heads cut off, motherfucker, I’m Dre.

I died, I died & you just stood there. I died & you watched. I died & you said no. I'm dead. Just a monster of an album.

You know the preacher locked the door He knows I’m gonna stay. 3.5

I danced myself out of the womb Is it strange to dance so soon

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood.

All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage 3.5

You say there's peace in sleep But you dream of love instead Oh, the heartache you'll find

Anybody on the street Has murder in his eyes You feel no pain

Ever since that first Saturday date I showed up 13 hours late.

Just a collection of nothing songs.

She looks so good that he gets down and begs 3.5

2.5

Leave Britney alone.

Look at this, what a pair She won't let me touch her there She's so discriminating This is weird, it's time to blow I just heard the rooster crow I guess I'll have to spank my monkey I got this on cassette for my tenth birthday, my first album ever.

Where the fuck did Monday go? Four Black Stars.

The only band that matters.

It’s like that y’all.

Cool DeLa Soul sample found !

What are you doing Alabama? You got the rest of the union to help you along What's going wrong?

Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

Almost a 4.

I don’t really like the blues but dammit I like this album for some reason.

Some of the music is great, the vocals take some getting used to but it grows on you.

You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds and you watch it go It tastes like death, but it looks like fun

Still can’t stand this kind of music. This guy sounds like a problem.

Feeling, sweet feeling, drops from my Fender’s fingers.

You have nothing to worry about Mr. Adamson.

He just sounds so cool.

This sounds super modern. I was really surprised to see it was from 1974.

Very impressive.

Classic

Sometimes it felt like a 4, other times it seemed that it was only a 2. In the end, however, it was just another 3.

Man, the last 3 songs could’ve been left off this album and it would be even better. Still enough for a 5. Even the skits are good.

You’re a glitter-gaunt gangster, John Lennon knows your name.

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes.

This is a top ten album of all time for me.

One of them’s got eyes as big as jolly ranchers. 3.5 rounded up.

Nope

It’s fine.

Let EVERYBODY know.

Not a huge fan of southern rock but this album is incredible.