Hi
Im your video dj
I always talk like Im wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go

My job is to help destroy
Whats left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage

So dont create
Be sedate
Be a vegetable at home
And thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll

How far will you go
How low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill

Youve turned rock and roll rebellion
Into pat boone sedation
Making sure nothings left to the imagination

M.t.v. get off the
M.t.v. get off the
M.t.v. get off the air
Get off the air

See the latest rejects from the muppet show
Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on screen
Theres something I dont like
About a band who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesnt care

M.t.v. get off the air
And so it was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial tv has in 25
Its the new frontier, they say
Its wide open, anything can happen
But youve got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When youre too god-damn conservative
To take real chances.

Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now

The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
Thats the name of the game

But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records? !?

M.t.v.get off the air!
Now

http://www.6emeia.com

And wouldn't you like to know,
wouldn't you like to know
and you turn your head and go
turn your head and go
my words would have me laughing by the end of the day
and all I need to say is that
I hate mondays
i hate mondays
and here i go, i'm playing the same game again

http://www.6emeia.com

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,
Trash it, change it, mail upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,
Load it, check it, quick rewrite it,
Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag and drop it, zip unzip it,
Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,
View it, code it, jam unlock it,
Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,
Cross it, crack it, switch update it,
Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,
Scan it, send it, fax rename it,
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,
Turn it, leave it, start format it.
FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT.

So now you wait for a spark, you know it will turn you on.
He's gonna make you feel the way you want to feel.
When he starts to lie, when he makes you cry you'll know I'll be there.
My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one.

Call me selfish, call it what you'd like I think it's right.
To want someone for all your own and not to share their love.
But I'll have my way.
You don't stand a chance anyway.
Cause I got to you, you don't stand a chance.





http://www.6emeia.com

If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one


I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics they say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos
You'd be celebrating the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
I got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits i don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as,
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches niggas I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me