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• red hot chili peppers: blood sugar sex magic
  
  blood sugar sucker fish
  in my dish
  how many pieces
  do you wish
  step into a heaven
  where i keep it on the soulside
  girl please me
  be my soul bride
  every woman
  has a piece of aphrodite
  copulate to create
  a state of sexual light
  kissing her virginity
  my affinity
  i mingle with the gods
  i mingle with devinity
  
  blood sugar baby
  she's magic
  sex magic sex magic
  blood sugar baby.........
  
  glorious euphoria
  is my must
  erotic shock
  is a function of lust
  temporarily blind
  dimensions to discover
  in time
  each into the other
  uncontrollable notes
  from her snowwhite throat
  fill a space
  in which two bodies float
  operatic by voice
  a fanatic by choice
  aromatic is the flower
  she must be moist
  
  blood sugar baby
  she's magic
  sex magic sex magic...
• red hot chili pepers
  sex rap
  
  time to swing a little melody
  to make you all feel something sexually
  and now we're gonna get it on in the groove
  the groove that makes those smooth hips move
  we are pumpin' that drivin' bad rythm
  to make those pretty little pussy lips schism
  kissum kissum kissum
  
  in the mind is one design
  to make you feel fine
  suckin' on mine with a 69
  i'm inclined to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck your brains out
  for the moment, come on now, make her shout
  pump that leman 'till it pouts
  
  open your legs to the sensual sound
  with the beauty of the beat on your pretty wet mound
  i can tell you're like a horny bloodhound
  feel the bass, hug the ground
  just drop your knees and come unbound
  and now you make your mouth to get on down
  
  our lust for notes will boil your blood
  when they slither and slide on under your hood
  makin' me shoot my power packed pud
  like a wild lady lovin' a viable stud
  because of what is know as a juicy wet pud
  gettin' it gettin' it gettin' it good
  
  in my head, as a hellified hum
  i take to rubbin' her on the bum
  adjust the lips some on the tongue
  with my thumb i strum her plum
  start to make her orgasm
  tastes a little bit like, ooh, how rum
  
  well i like to make her cum
  to the rythm of the drums
  make cum, make cum, cum
• dead kennedys: "i kill children"
  
  i kill children
  i love to see them die
  i kill children
  and make their mamas cry
  crush 'em under my car
  i wanna hear them scream
  feed 'em poison candy
  to spoil their halloween
  
  so your're in the kids' ward
  you're in there cos you're ill
  how about some pavulon
  so i can see you chill
  
  time to hit the scool bus
  i think i'll shoot the tires
  offer them a helping hand
  of open telephone wires
  
  ever wanted to die?
  of course you have
  but i won't till i get my revenge
  i don't wanna see people any more
  
  things i never ever saw before
  make me see them for the shit they are
  take as many as i can away with me
  anyone can be king for a day
  
  so i kill children
  i love to see them die
  i kill children
  and make their mamas cry
  i bang their heads in doors
  i kill children
  can hardly wait for yours