Linkin Park - Android lyrics

(Intro: Linkin Park) Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey It goes one, two, three (Verse 1: Linkin Park) I was born with the hunger of a lion The strength of a sun I don't need to sweat it when the competition come Original style like an 808 drum So I don't run the track, no I make the track run My Momma taught me words, my Daddy built rockets I hold them both together now, tell me what I got It's a pretty smart weapon I can shoot it, I can drop it But learn to respect it, because you clearly can't stop it like that (Verse 2: Linkin Park) It ain't over because the shark's on the left side the snake's on the right And everything you do, they want to get a little bite But it really doesn't matter if your wrong or if your right Because once they get there teeth in nothing really fights And as for me I do it like I got nothing to lose And you can run your mouth like your trying to fill my shoes But steady little soldier I ain't standing next to you I'll be laying on the ground before you're even in my view, Like that (Chorus: linkin Park) Give me the strength of the rising sun Give me the truth of the words unsung When the last bells ring, the poor man sings Bring me to Kingdom come (Verse 3: Eminem) I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down Anyone who comes up must go down Might as well go for the gusto now Better not let up, better not let them breath Last shot, give it all you got Try to turn me down b**h, get f**ed with the volume knob f** all you snobs Hoes I hope all you rot Two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms, is that all you brought And you wanna menage a trois you twats f** that i'd rather turn this club into a bar room brawl Get as rowdy as Roethlisberger in a bathroom stall Like a leech in a vacuum y'all, ain't nothing but a whole lot of s**ing going on in rap Yeah, but i'm home Bad to the bone Back in the zone Let him alone You don't want to go egging him on It'll never be my chair that you're on Crown so tight it cuts off circulation to the brain, no oxygen Other words there's no heir to the thrown When I die, so does Hip-Hop Hitchco*k, better sh** b**h a** got a zip locked in a bag You f*gs ain't been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high top Keep blogging while I'm mind boggling my zone like I'm in the twilight Talking of my bone this is my mic dog I like hogging it Flow so wet I'mma take this beat tobogganing I'm water logging it, I'm sogging it Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it Suplex it on cement like I'm on some straight out of Compton sh** Take this dick and chomp on it I'm so bad I can b**h slap a back handed compliment Jack a** eat a donkey dick The game I just about conquered it, like Donkey Kong I'm bonkers b**h, I'm the king of this honkey sh**! I reign supreme in this honkey sh** No sense screaming, and arguing Makes no difference whether a Benz or Bentley or a Beamers the car you in (Chorus: Linkin Park) Give me the strength of the rising sun Give me the truth of the words unsung When the last bells ring, the poor man sings Bring me to Kingdom come