Alienating Our Audience

by Mindless Self Indulgence

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Live album recorded at shows in early 2002. Features exclusive songs "Like Shit," "Rip Off" and "Panty Shot" - Currently out of print

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released October 8, 2002

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Track Name: Thank God
in the twilight of my life
I don't need no Grammys
rock my gay acceptance speech
most of all I'd like to thank God
for programming my beats
for making me hard like I was from the streets
God wrote all my dopest rhymes
especially them ones about shooting niggaz and getting fucking high

Jesus H. Motherfucking Boom Boom Christ
I been doing this for money and sex all night
it's the song be getting you erect ai-ight
the scenario is scary yo it's fucking up your stereo

in the twilight of my life
I don't need no Grammys
rock my gay acceptance speech
most of all I'd like to thank God
for programming my beats
for making me hard like I was from the streets
God wrote all my dopest rhymes
especially them ones about dealing drugs and rolling with my thugs
Track Name: Like Shit
whoa surprise make mine a super size
fuck all this metal shit I'm bringing back the synthesize
y'all don't realize I'm what you criticize
I tried to compartmentalize but I didn't know what it meant
just like this
sipping Bacardi
just like this
la di da di
just like this
just like this
just like this
don't it make you feel like shit mothafucka
don't it make you feel like shit old man
once upon a compromise
I dressed up like a regular guy
and myself a very good time
ho surprise welcome to my enterprise
for all of y'all who just arrived
kiss my ass two times
y'all best recognize
I'm the shit guys
though I tried to compromise
it came out counterclockwise
all my freaking peeping toms
in my basements making bombs
I'm the most I suppose
you couldn't possibly butter my toast
all my goth chicks writing prose
with my fingers in your nose
I'm the most I suppose
you couldn't possibly butter my toast