Dead Celebrity Status Messiah

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

I’m the messiah, I’m anti-celebrity,

I’m anti-war like John Lennon in the seventies.

Dead celeb’s the movement, you’re the students.

It’s time to change the world kids.

Here’s the blueprint.

Something smells like teen spirit,

Like the ghost of Kurt Kobain wrote these lyrics,

And forced America to listen,

With a million angry misfits screaming “fuck the system! “.

I’m the pain in Axle Rose’s diary.

That’s why an Appetite for Destruction lives inside of me.

I’m not your typical lyricist.

Acting gangster and selling out appearances.

They need to take a musicology class,

So thank God the prince has finally come back.

To save us from the whack water down three sideshow.

I’m the anti-American teen Idol.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

I’m like the hands of Michael Jackson’s plastic surgeon,

Changing music into a different person.

I took it’s face and changed it, replaced it,

Surgically, verbally gave it a face-lift.

And what’s this new shit we callin’ Blood Music,

For Dead Celeb fans who can relate to it.

-And now.

So let the games begin.

You either turn with the world, or you watch it spin.

If your dreams were stolen by a liar,

Then steal it back, like your name was “Winona Ryder”.

Don’t be afraid, be stronger divide and conquer.

Come out swinging like “Ozzfest” concerts.

Time’s up, I’m calling you to rise up.

No more walking blind with eyes shut.

Find the message hidden in these chapters.

Like Black Sabbath records playing backwards.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

I fight for this like it’s a violent game.

I’m in between Grand Theft Auto and Max Payne.

I’m the magic in the hands of David Blaine.

Spit so much blood, I leave this microphone stained.

Along came a spider spinning webs of hated.

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment,

Where stars are born and celebrities tell lies.

The revolution will now be televised.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

Move out the way when I’m passing through.

I got heads to the front and the back of you.

I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

-Move.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

-Move.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

-Move.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at you.

-Move.

I got two middle fingers and they’re pointing at,

Fuck you.

Dead Celebrity Status Someone I Once Knew

She wasn’t born anorexic, but nowadays she suffers,

Staring at these half-naked stars on magazine covers.

Feeling pressured by the public.

She only weighs 90 pounds but still sucks in her stomach.

On the inside she’s dieing, lying to herself, thinking:

– 5 more pounds won’t jeopardize my health.

One day she might just collapse, she can’t avoid it.

Too many sleepless nights spent bent over a toilet.

Spewing vomit, like she was an alcoholic.

Praying to a God she never believed in to stop it.

Hasn’t eaten in weeks, drinks water by the heaps.

Now she looks like the skeleton she sees in her closet.

So close to death she can taste it, body looks wasted.

Hates life, hates you, hates the way she looks naked.

Now she’s feeling drowsy, lousy,

Thinking maybe this world’s better off without me

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

She’s staring at her belly, she’s so scared to touch it,

Imagining the feeling when it kicks inside her stomach.

Too late for safe sex, should have used a latex.

She can’t afford a baby on minimum wage paychecks.

Her waistline climbs by inches,

‘Cause she traded in the morning workouts for morning sickness.

Feeling nauseous, sleeps on her back cause she’s cautious.

Give life or take life, that’s her only options.

Only if she had a magic wand, she’d go back to that night

And put her clothes back on.

But she can’t change time, or what’s growing inside.

How could she love something that’s barely alive?

Her body’s aching, shaking, from sweaty palms, and cold sweat.

Mentally exhausting like phone sex.

No regrets, life or death, it’s high stakes.

‘Cause right or wrong, it’s only her choice to make.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

[Side]

– Help!

[Girl:] You smell like perfume. That’s NOT mine.

[Guy:] Your head’s going fucking crazy, Your head is going crazy.

Gotta get outta here and look after myself.

[Girl:] What? What’s so wrong with me that you can’t love me?

[Guy:] Look-

[Girl:] What is wrong with me? I do everything for you.

I, I, I make myself look good, I go to the gym.

I, I eat like a fucking rabbit.

I don’t, I don’t know what else to do.

Tell me.

[Guy:] Baby, you don’t understand because-

[Girl:] What it is I have to do to make you love me.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done,

I’m so sorry for what I’ve become.

I’m so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,

I can’t hold you back ’cause I’m losing my mind.

Dead Celebrity Status Back To ’88

I could make a earth shake, I’m your worst mistake,

between skinny dipping and Camp Crystal Lake.

I feel like Rob Zombie, my thoughts are morbid,

like I slept in his house of a thousand corpses.

Put on a page, could shatter a giant’s ribcage,

crush you and anyone that listen’s to rage,

a vision of rage, it’s like swimming with great whites.

slain mics, step up and feel the break tight.

I always like to show some decency,

but music always brings out the beast in me.

It’s an animalistic misfit, so why risk it?

‘cuz this shit will leave a large imprint.

It’s an instant classic, if not then it’s close to it.

You disagree then you don’t know music.

Most emcees that garble when it’s time to write,

they got nothing to say, like a deaf man with writers block.

It’s an animalistic so fuck what your friends think.

I work wonders with the pen’s ink.

So what’s a quote from your favourite artist?

If it aint Dead Celeb then it’s probably garbage.

Long time coming, 15 years in the making,

it’s finally come, but my lungs are acheing.

Watch how I make the beat bleed,

strangle the music ’till it can’t breathe.

On it’s whole, words are the life support.

Without me the song dies. Without me then it’s lifeless.

Without me I’m just another fucking rapper with a crisis,

and a collection of songs about being rich.

Life’s a big chain, it pushed you in the only which it ### thought containment.

We call it entertainment and you could love it or hate it.

You could turn it up, or turn it off, or just embrace it.

There’s just too many stakes to regard it, all of them.

And they are starving and they feed off of music.

Walking zombies who choose to follow,

yeah some can spit, but most swallow.

I was always told that Rabbit seized the moment.

That’s why I write with emotion.

Sing ’til i spit blood, sing for the hopeless,

sing ’til my lungs give out, and my throat closes.

That’s just my ambition, to turn heads like a street magician.

David Blaine stopped paying attention.

It’s the main attraction, the world premier.

Dead Celeb I thought I made it perfectly clear,

that i would not back down or stumble.

I just pace, back and forth, like a lion inside of a jungle.

This is my domain me and a mic go together,

like Robert Downey Junior and cocaine.

I’m just an addict, I got a bad habit,

of making the best emcees seem below average.

I’m just savage. I’m more than you bargain for.

That’s why I hold the mic up into my arm and soar.

Lyrics are swarming I’m more than a hurricane,

and when I’m on it I’m more than a great white shark.

When I’m storming I’m ###.

And I don’t like any of these rappers causing me boredom.

I kick a hole in the speaker once I’m done recording.

And my voice cuts sooner, cuts a chainsaw in Texas.

I got a face and it’s fatal weapons.

Watch me rip the flesh from the beat

Skin it alive and hang a song from his feet.

‘cuz inside I’m dark and dingy,

like Donnie Darko was trapped within me.

I’m starving like the streets of Harlem.

and a quest that became with a ring like golem.

My precious, we need you, quick.

We need you like Dead Celebrity’s Blood Music.

And I’m a scriptling direct from hell.

I’m hungry like when cannabis first battled Darnel.

I’ve come to rock down, you rock as my pumps.

I take this to new heights like suicide jumps.

You only live once, ### hunts.

And I get bloody, like it’s the time of the month, bitch.

For those that can’t spell, it’s Y-A-S,

the most dangerous letters in the alphabet.

‘cuz facing me is like speaking English in Thailand,

there’s really no point, like blindfolding a blind man.

DCS are the initials, for kids who got issues,

for kids who fight back like pitbulls.

You wanna battle? Check my win column.

I got two middle fingers with your name written on them. What?!

Dead Celebrity Status Blood Music

Listen

My pen bleeds words all over empty pages.

It’s blood music, lick your thumbs and skim through it.

I’d bleed a thousand times if I had to.

Scratch and claw my way to the top.

It’s like every verse is worth a penny for my thought,

and I haven’t been paid yet, guess I’ll just stay in debt.

Baby, step my way through this bullshit business.

I’ll kick and scream until this world listens.

That’s why I write till my hand hurts.

Make music for the love of it, but always put my fans first.

Spill my guts, every time I write shit,

so you can lick my two nuts if you don’t like.

Some people hate it, some anticipate it.

Some think it’s so-so, others think it’s over-rated.

But Dead Celeb is something I hold sacred.

Waiting for the day I can say I finally made it.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing the same, somebody please take me away.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing the same, somebody please take me away.

My pen drips blood until the page is red.

That’s why I fill up on my thoughts until my brain is fed.

And all I need is to get get get ’em out.

So many thoughts, I need to spit spit spit ’em out.

‘Cuz music is blood, something I can’t live without.

‘Cuz it’s raised me, it’s changed me, it’s made me.

Until my last breath is wrung from my lungs,

I climb my way to the top until my dieing day comes.

And if it comes sooner than expected,

I’ll make a graceful exit and leave my last words on my own record.

And I been told life’s full of obstacles,

but I’ve encountered roadblocks that just seem impossible.

And I’m ‘a kick down this door if they don’t let me in.

Music is my medicine, these fans are my adrenaline.

My feet are dirty from all the shit I keep stepping in.

Music is blood, blood is oxygen, breathe it in.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.

When you can feel it in your skin, it’s blood music.

When you just can’t hold it in, it’s blood music.

When you just gotta let it out, it’s blood music.

When you wanna show the world what you’re about, it’s blood music.

That’s why I use it for therapeutic reasons.

Is it me talking or is the music bleeding?

It helps put me to sleep when I need it to.

You might not believe in it, but it believes in you.

When you can feel it in your gut, it’s blood music.

You feel like you’ve finally had enough, it’s blood music.

When you would rather die than give up, it’s blood music.

When you do it, and do it for the love, it’s blood music.

Music is my blood, lyrics are my skeleton.

My music is a drug ‘cuz I feed the beat heroine.

It’s just the vibe that I’m on.

Shoot up a lyric filled syringe and overdose to my own song.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.

So many try for this, some live some die for this.

so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.

[Scratching]

Dead Celebrity Status 5 Deadly Fingers

(Heavy mixing through-out)

Next to step up.

All the fuckers that know who’s the best, know me

Alotta liars are telling a lie cuz they know it’ll destroy or self destruct.

Allow me to introduce myself and my peeps. DCS.

Who bringing the records here doubt.

I know who you are, you’re Dopey

Dead Celebrity Status While I Was Asleep

Thought everything was perfect, but now I’m left deserted.

red handed, caught cheating, my hearts beating. Do I deserve this?

I used to love her, but now I wanna watch her suffer.

It makes me sick to my stomach thinking she sleeps with others.

I wanna break her pictures. I wanna burn her pictures.

Everything we had was wrong and now I’m glad it’s gone with her.

She was a liar, denying that things were alright.

but meanwhile, she was up fucking him all night.

And all the things that she said, are now stuck in my head.

I’m such an idiot, to let you crawl back in my bed.

Those phone numbers in your back pocket weren’t mine,

so fuck you both don’t act like it’s the first time.

[Female]

While you were sleeping, I was out creeping.

Said I went out with friends, but i was cheating.

When you were at home, I was at his home.

Slept in his bed, you slept alone.

We used to be together, thought it would be forever.

Until she turned around and ripped my heart right through my sweater.

How come you’re so ungrateful. How come this feels so painful.

You’re not so perfect, was it worth it to be so unfaithful

How could i be so naive? Sometimes I’m too trusting.

She sleeps with me and then she sleeps with him it’s so disgusting.

Touching other people’s property, obviously you’re down with O.P.P.

That makes your nature naughty.

Everything she ever told me was a fucking lie.

Everything she ever did was with some other guy.

We should have never hooked up, thought you were one of a kind.

You wanna act like a slut? Then do it on your own time.

[Female]

While you were sleeping, I was out creeping.

Said I went out with friends, but i was cheating.

When you were at home, I was at his home.

Slept in his bed, you slept alone.

I never knew it could hurt like this.

I dedicate this to you, you bitch.

I never knew it could hurt like this.

I dedicate this to you, you bitch.

Oh my God I never knew love was so fatal.

She makes Paris Hilton looks like a fucking angel

That backstabbing bitch, what happened made me sick.

It’s the same story, different author, man, the same old shit.

I want a perfect girl, it’s not a perfect world,

’cause she’s a superstar gold-digging type of girl.

my dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well.

And let me tell you that you make my life a, living hell.

I’m living well without you, I doubt you, will ever really see

the amount of trash you amount to.

She’s a partial lover, undercover, no class.

So take in these three minutes and and shove them up your stupid ass.

I hope you’re smart enough to learn from your dumb mistakes.

’cause if not, you’ll learn the hard way when the condom breaks.

I never knew it could hurt like this.

I dedicate this to you, you bitch

I never knew it could hurt like this

I dedicate this to you, you bitch.

Dead Celebrity Status Intro

I remember the stories they used to tell me,

About how beautiful and powerful she was.

She was a goddess amongst mortal men.

Every slight sound she made was a pure as an angel resting on her shoulder.

Every whisper she spoke, brought passion and clarity

To all those fortunate enough to hear her voice.

But that is no longer. Those are just stories from the past.

I see the way they treat her now, the way the disrespect and take advantage of her.

They used her for their own personal gain, success and fame.

They tricked her into thinking it was all done for love,

But really, it was done for money.

They say money is the root of all evil, but I know it’s people.

It’s people who have carried out these treacherous crimes against her.

It is people who have tried to suck, and nearly drained the blood of her soul.

Her name is Music. She was once innocent, perfect.

But now I fear for the worst.

The day they drained her of all her blood, will be the day Music dies.

Dead Celebrity Status Dancing On The Sun

These veins are empty

Cuz they came and took it all away

It’s my redemption

But I couldn’t fit the mold

I walked a stray, I walk away

From the blood of yesterday

I’m not afraid…

They call me sand nigga, towel head, terror from the east

So I scream allahu akbar, praying for peace

When I speak Arabic, you think Terrorist

9-11, Jihad, Anti-American

Bombs over Baghdad, kill a million Muslims!

Bush is a racist! Obama ain’t change shit!

Brainwashed a nation, turn a confederate patron

To an Anti-Islam, skull and bone mason

Sublime, killer by design

The american dream is a rock we can’t climb

We tore down the wall of Berlin in ’89

Then Israel built it back up in Palestine

But when I speak my mind and address it

You label me as an Anti-Semitic

I label me as an anti-war machine

It’s time to make them scream…

Together we will come

No longer will we run

We’ll dance on the sun

But still it’s not okay

We fight for the struggle

We crawl through the rubble

No longer will it be

The blood of yesterday

Political pirate, papa-razzi, Nazi

Celebrity rehab, oxymoron

Osama and Obama

Which 1 drops more bombs?

And gets rich when wars on

White collar’d that Bill O’Reilly

Miley Cyrus, H1, N1, man made virus

Reality’s a botox, Megan Fox, newscast

So fuck Palestine, JLO’s got a new ass

And Britney’s fucking Hugh Grant

Charlie loves Cocaine

Lindsey caught naked with a few grams

Beyonce got a new dance

Keep em entertained girl

Keep em entertained

While the news stands

Spin lies and deceptions

Like Saddam’s hiding nuclear weapons

Like Vietnam and 9-11 intentions

It’s like we’re all big brother contestants

Together we will come

No longer will we run

We’ll dance on the sun

But still it’s not okay

We fight for the struggle

We crawl through the rubble

No longer will it be

The blood of yesterday

[Speech:]

We’ll not be silenced

Whether your a Christian

Whether your a Muslim

Whether your a atheist

You will demand your god damn rights

And you will have your rights

1 way or the other

You will never be silenced

This is why I’m not, this is why I’m not

Hugh newton slained, malcolm X shot

American planes dropping bombs in Iraq

While billion dollar ads keep telling us to shop

Banks bailed out while the board just rock

And the rich go to war to boost the price of a stock

But Harper don’t shoot, Sarkozy don’t shoot

Their just cowards hiding behind troops!

C’mon!

Together we will come

No longer will we run

We’ll dance on the sun

But still it’s not okay

We fight for the struggle

We crawl through the rubble

No longer will it be

The blood of yesterday

Together we will come

No longer will we run

We’ll dance on the sun

But still it’s not okay

We fight for the struggle

We crawl through the rubble

No longer will it be

The blood of yesterday

Dead Celebrity Status Somebody Turn The Lights Off

(Click Click Click, sshh)

Somebody turn the lights off.

Sometimes my eyes are hollow and sleepy

Somebody turn the lights down.

Sometimes my skin wishes I was somewhere else

Somebody turn the lights off.

Sometimes the only way out is back in.

Somebody turn the lights down.

Click click click in the night.

Sometimes I turn the lights off and close the curtains,

‘cuz I like the dark, I’m a lonely person.

And it’s seems like my only friends are the TV, Maxim and FHM.

That’s why I drink ’till I pass out think ’till I black out.

or watch Jay Leno ’till I crash out.

It’s like this whole world’s consumed on some Pink Floyd shit,

dark side of the moon, singing:

– We don’t need no education. –

‘cuz my life’s like poltregeist,

it sucks me in and I can’t change the station.

– We don’t need no thought control. –

And I try to really sleep as my life repeats,

like I’m trapped in a rerun of my own show.

So somebody turn off the lights. Turn these lights off.

So somebody show me you’re there, and turn these lights on.

Do you mind if I flick this light switch?

‘cuz I don’t want you to see me like this.

I’m not normal I’m a different creature.

You don’t like me, I don’t like me either.

I keep seeing things that I can’t resist.

Got a girlfriend that barely knows I exist.

Or maybe it’s the Lithium I’m on,

while I punch through crunch like Nirvana’s song, saying:

– I feel stupid, and contagious. –

‘cuz everytime I shut my eyes, I see angels with dirty faces.

– Here we are now, entertain us. –

Now my life’s got me seeing death,

like I’m back with the three witches of Macbeth.

So somebody turn off the lights. Turn these lights off.

So somebody show me you’re there, and turn these lights on.

Where do you go when the lights go out?

Do you toss and turn and scream and shout?

I know.

– Why would you keep laughing?

I know.

Where do you hide when the sun goes down,

and darkness falls and no one’s around?

I know.

– Why is love such a bad word?

Click click click in the night.

I know all bad things happen in threes.

And hearts skip beats like scratched cds.

When darkness falls, when strangers call,

like finding phone numbers, in bathroom stalls.

My back is against these walls of hatred.

I feel like I’m trapped between Freddy Vs Jason.

No escape from this blue lagoon.

That’s why I shout like I’m Ozzy, and I bark at the moon.

So somebody turn off the lights.

– Somebody turn these lights off.

So somebody show me you’re there and turn these lights on.

– So somebody show me you’re there.

So somebody turn off the lights.

– Somebody turn these lights off.

So somebody show me you’re there and turn these lights on.

– So somebody show me you’re there.

Click click click in the night.

Dead Celebrity Status What Have We Become

Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight,

Must have been something you said,

I just died in your arms tonight…

I just died in your arms [x4]

What have we become?

She says she will always love me, never criticize or judge me,

Oh she’s so beautiful but sometimes she can act ugly,

Like when she says she hates me, but that just turns me on,

So the more we yell and cuss, the closer we become,

Its like we crave pain, I slap you, you slap me,

Its nasty, but somehow the anger makes us happy,

She swings to cut, So I call her a slut,

But I’m a mutt, I guess we’re both evil and equally fucked,

Its like one minute we’re up, but than we’re back in a rut,

You walk away, I say ok, and than we slam the door shut,

And than we kiss and make up, like it was nothing,

You call it discussion; I call it dysfunction, somethin’

Its like we’re addicts with habits that we just cant kick,

We know its savage, but average is not romantic,

Cause when she cuts I bleed, but I love the taste of blood,

And when we fuck we scream, now that’s what I call love.

Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight,

Must have been something you said,

I just died in your arms tonight…

I just died in your arms [x4]

She wants the upper hand and I want the advantage,

Which leaves permanent scars, too many wounds to bandage,

But somehow we manage to reverse the damage,

We know its toxic, but falling out of love is not an option,

So often, we swallow that dangerous concoction,

Of pain mixed with fun, in hopes that we become,

Numb, to the vicious attitudes and panic moods,

But what abuses us, amuses us we call it gratitude,

So push me, shove me, tell me that I’m ugly,

Scratch me, now bite me, showing me that you love me,

Hug me or reject me like insanity is sexy,

You can kiss me like you miss me or keep acting like you never met me,

Cause either way we like it edgy, Cause normal is to formal,

And sketchy is the opposite of cordial,

Young, dumb and licking blood,

Ups and downs, stuck in mud,

Knowing that we drive each other crazy but we still in love..

Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight,

Must have been something you said,

I just died in your arms tonight…

What have become [x3]

I just died in your arms [x4]