The rise in Aussie vegans getting vasectomies proves the environmental movement has finally lost its humanity

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During the pandemic Down Under it has become fashionable for young male vegans to get sterilised in the name of saving the planet. This Malthusian instinct shows that increasingly babies are viewed not as a blessing, but a curse.

Australia has long been the country with the second highest rate of vasectomies in the world. Since the beginning of the pandemic, however, the rate of sterilisation has doubled!

According to Australian psychiatrist Dr Tanveer Ahmed, young male vegans are getting the snip because they believe it helps reduce population and consumption, which benefits the environment.

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The belief that newborn babies constitute a threat to the environment is not confined to Australia. Environmentalist lobby groups are busy condemning those who have large families, branding them “environmentally irresponsible.” Having children, especially lots of children, is treated as an eco-crime. Prince Harry, via the issue of Vogue edited by his wife Meghan, pushed this idea last September, with his promise to have only two children in the name of eco-sustainability.

Many young female environmentalists have also declared their decision to boycott motherhood. In the UK, they have formed the ‘BirthStrike’ movement. These activists have decided “not to bear children due to the severity of the ecological crisis and the current inaction of governing forces in the face of this existential threat.” The BirthStrike website features personal statements from individuals who think it is wrong to give birth. When you read these statements, you realise just how much this movement has become estranged from the experience of motherhood.

The idea that giving birth is some kind of crime against the environment is now even endorsed by celebrities. Miley Cyrus says millennials “don’t want to reproduce, because we know that the Earth can’t handle it.”

The BirthStrike movement is merely the most extreme and depressing manifestation of an anti-humanist culture of pessimism. As is the case with Australian male vegans opting to get the snip, what drives them is not simply a deep attachment to the environment, but also a sense of misanthropy that leads them to the conclusion that the world would be a better place if humans stopped having babies. Their view of babies as polluters of the planet seamlessly meshes with a sentiment that treats parenthood as an undesirable and ‘problematic’ goal.

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The dehumanisation of babies illustrates the sensibility of misanthropy driving sections of the environmentalist movements. The consequences of this sentiment were shockingly brought home to me when I read an article in the Australian Medical Journal by Barry Walters, a professor of obstetric medicine.

Walters wrote that “anthropogenic greenhouse gases constitute the largest source of pollution, with by far the greatest contribution from humans in the developed world” and that “every newborn baby in Australia represents a potent source of greenhouse gas emissions for an average of 80 years.”

He went on to ask: “What then should we do as environmentally responsible medical practitioners? We should point out the consequences to all who fail to see them, including, if necessary, the ministers for health. Far from showering financial booty on new mothers and thereby rewarding greenhouse-unfriendly behaviour, a ‘Baby Levy’ in the form of a carbon tax should apply, in line with the ‘polluter pays’ principle.”

Depicting new motherhood as “greenhouse-unfriendly behaviour,” Walters proposed a baby tax. From this perspective, the very act of giving birth is a form of pollution! 

The vegans who are getting snipped clearly got Walters’ message and are making absolutely certain they are avoiding any “greenhouse-unfriendly behaviour.” As potential polluters, babies cease to be those lovely cuddly things that bring so much joy to our lives. Robbing babies of their endearing innocence makes it easier to scare people off having them. 

In centuries past, babies were depicted as a blessing, but now some argue that not having one is a blessing – at least for the environment. This reversal in the way we regard human life is explicitly advocated by the environmentalist writer Kelpie Wilson, who presents abortion as not so much a necessary option to allow women to determine their life, but as a sacrifice well worth making in the interests of the planet. 

“To understand that a tiny embryo must sometimes be sacrificed for the greater good of the family or the human species as a whole is the moral high ground that we stand on today,” argues Wilson. Why? Because “we have to consider how we will live tomorrow on a resource-depleted and climate compromised planet.” 

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From Wilson’s perspective, abortion is morally justified as a resource-saving strategy. She believes that “most women who seek abortions do so in order to conserve resources for children they already have.” Scare stories about the “physical limits of the planet” are now being presented as “moral arguments about abortion.”

King Herod’s fear of newborns was confined to one baby. Today’s misanthropic fear merchants have a far more ambitious target – the act of human birth itself. It is difficult to avoid the conclusion that those who believe, far from being precious, a human life is a burden on the planet are deeply messed-up people.

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Miley Cyrus – Cattitude Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: RuPaul]
Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you look like you done already done had yours
You better go take your country-ass indoors
And put some damn clothes on
‘Cause don’t nobody need to be seeing all of that
The library is officially open

[Verse 1: RuPaul]
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Verse 2: Miley Cyrus]
Ayy, go stupid, go dumb
Come and get it ’cause I know you want some
Nashville, Tennessee where I’m from
Since I was three, I’ve been banging on the drum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

[Refrain: Miley Cyrus]
Nasty, I’m so nasty, nasty
I’m nasty, I’m so motherfucking nasty

[Verse 3: RuPaul]
Ride, shine, clock said pussy time
Bust my pussy nut while I’m fingering your butt
Do I suck dick? You ain’t seen shit
Throw a C-note, watch you slide down my throat
Yeah, my pussy fine, I pop it ’cause it’s mine
I don’t give a fuck if they call me a slut
What I do with a dick, elect me president
Put tears in his eyes when I milk a brother dry

[Refrain: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
I’m so nasty, I’m nasty (Nasty)
I’m nasty, I’m nasty

[Verse 4: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
I’ma keep working from dawn to dusk
So I can keep buying cars off Elon Musk
The matte black spinners, now that’s a must
But I want the whole pie, so leave the crust
I’m the moon, I’m the stars, I’m a Maserati
I love you, Nicki, but I listen to Cardi
I got a new song on the radio, and it goes five
(Four, three, two, one)
That’s right, it’s a number one
And I can’t take you with me as a carry on
I already got my luggage, it’s Margiela
And for my 16th birthday, I got carried on
From the house of the queen
Queen, queen, that’s what you can call me
Queen, I’ma have you run to your mommy
Queen, I’m the life of the party
Don’t worry ’bout me, go and get yourself a hobby
(Sweet pussy of mine)
I’m so nasty
(Sweet pussy of mine)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash money) I’m so nasty
(Get it, get it, got it good)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Ru, turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?

[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash Money) I’m nasty
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash Money) I’m so motherfucking nasty

[Outro: Miley Cyrus]
You’re just mad ’cause your hair is flat
(I’m so motherfucking nasty)
You’re just mad ’cause your hair is flat
(I’m so motherfucking nasty)

88rising – Beam Lyrics

[Intro: Southside & Baka Not Nice]
Southside, Southside, Southside
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
My life off a beam
I just spilled a drink all on my jeans
I-I just spend like 15 on these jeans
Popped the Bentley then I spread my wings
Fucked a bitch named Brittany, she so mean
My bitch so leaned out, she on her knees
I pour up a that dirty on lean

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Bought a Bentley coupe
I fuckin’ bought like two (hold up)
Sunset in my key
Your bitch on her knee
Your bitch gave me key
Your bitch know the key
Your bitch on that white
Your hoe oversea
Molly be her beam
Molly be her beam
Miley Cyrus girl, (hold up)
Why these hoes on lean (hold up)
Why that boy on lean, yeah
Why that boy so clean
Hoe don’t talk to me
Hoe don’t talk to me

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
My life off a beam
I just spilled a drink all on my jeans
I-I just spend like 15 on these jeans
Popped the Bentley then I spread my wings
Fucked a bitch named Brittany, she so mean
My bitch so leaned out, she on her knees
I pour up a that dirty on lean

[Verse 2: Rich Brian & Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
Out of frequency (frequencies)
I just fucked a bitch named Wendy, she’s so mean (she’s so mean)
I just fucked a bitch, yes siamese (siamese)
P-pull up, make a scene, I collect my fee, uh
When I make a move, light is all always green, uh
I just hit it once, she became a fiend
Gri-grindin’ all up on me, juices on my jeans (on my jeans)
Laser beamin’ galaxy
That bitch flat, B.O.B
I’m on Neptunes, Pusha T
We got Murda on the beat (what?)
Ayy, my life off a beam (off a beam) (yeah)
Two bitches siamese, uh (siamese) (pss, pss, yeah)
Beam out the galaxy (galaxy) (yeah)
Yoshi City, Yung Lean (Yung Lean) (what?)

Playboi Carti – Mileage Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yea, let’s get it
Bitch, brr

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ohh, Miley Cyrus
Ohh Yeah, Miley, Miley
Ohh Yeah, Miley Cyrus
Ohh, Miley, Miley
Wings where
Ohh yea, Kylie, Kylie
Ohh yea, Calabasas
Ohh yea, Kendall, Kylie
Adidas deal
Ohh, shoutout Kanye
Crazy girls, every Friday

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Malibu, that’s casual
Got the Michael Duke
Fit you with grab the tool
I’m with them animals
It’s a real nigga, annual
Your hoe on automatic, put her on manual
She can’t handle me, handle me and Betty Boop
You’re lookin’ for me, I’m on Saks Fifth Avenue
I just went and bought me some flashbangs
You can disappear, disrespectin’ that gang
Choppa go, ratata
You talkin’ rarara
She got more mileage than a car-haha
And she just pull up to the spot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

Kanye West – Hold Tight lyrics

When I came up had to show my ass, yeah
Clothes tight, clothes tight, holds tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight
And I just figured out the whole time
Uh, I was actin’ like I’m white

[Verse 1: Quavo & Kanye West]
When I came up, had to show my ass, yeah, that’s the black side
I was trappin’ out the bando, nosy ass neighbors uptight
When I come around, when I come around, niggas don’t act right
I’m yellin’ out, “Please don’t come with that fake shit,” screamin’ it all night
What the fuck did you say? What the fuck did you say? (ayy, uh)
I’m on my Wraith shit, I’m on my, I’m on my Wraith shit (race, yep, woo)
Get the fuck out my face, get out of my way (move, fuck did you say?)
I’m on my Wraith shit, I fell in love with all races (race, yep)
When you’re aiming for something I tell ’em
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
When you’re aiming for something I tell ’em
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
When you’re aiming for something I tell ’em
Hold tight, see that melody right there? That’s why I’m me
When you’re aiming for something I tell ’em

[Verse 2: Kanye West & (Quavo)]
I be actin’ like I’m white (white)
Fuckin’ white bitches, black and white dick (oh, ayy)
[?] like we don’t tiki talk shit, bossed up
100 bump, I do that shit all night
Sniff a line
I be sniffing Miley Cyrus with Miley Cyrus
In a bathroom with my thumb in her ass
Now I’m actin’ like I’m white

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[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & Quavo]
You stayed 3 exes up and you never came to see me in my own room
You the only good enough for the mountain
Only good as the people you got around you
This is all associations around you
I only got [?] but never doubt you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Please forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Please forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you
Please forgive me if I ever doubted you
Forgive me if I ever doubted you

[Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, ’cause I’m actin’ like I’m white
Don’t make me show my ass, that’s the black side
Yeah, I’m actin’ like I’m white
Don’t make me show my ass, that’s the black side
‘Cause I’m actin’ like I’m white
Don’t make me show my ass, that’s the black side
Yeah, I’m actin’ like I’m white
Don’t make me show my ass, that’s the black side

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I’m chillin’, pourin’ up until I can’t feel my anger
Blessed my nigga Yeezy with a banger
I was sharin’ all my thoughts with a stranger
Wrestle this bitch like Kurt, no Angle
I can see them diamonds drippin’ off me like a sink
Act inside a pineapple mango
She been in the [?] with no angle
Whoop, I’m adios, as-salamu alaykum (nigga, that that)
I just want a round house, we gon’ have ’em bleedin’
Nah, I ain’t green, sharin’ is carin’, bae, I be just feedin’
Coca Cola shape, I don’t want to fuck it bae, I just want see it
Lil nigga late, I been done did but you just ain’t see it
Wait, lil’ nigga, I can afford it
I just was broke with no shawty
I just found out it’s important
To take all them factors and put on some Forgies
I got six rings, I’m just lordin’
I used to be broke and so boring (broke, borin’, yeah)
I came out that swamp, can’t ignore it (yeah)
Now all my pockets is on Norbit

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
They mad ’cause we grinded up from the top
I was on the block, no guap, runnin’ from cops
They talk about me, they wanted to see the album flop
And we will never stop, the game on Buscemi lock
I do wrong and do right, forgive me for not livin’ right
Sippin’ on Bud, like givin’ you advice I’m actin’ white
Mansion on acres, my white friends I only invite
Even when I’m wrong, it feel like a nigga right

[Verse 5: Quavo]
Dr. King sacrificed his life (King)
Because they didn’t treat us right (no)
Don’t call a young nigga racist because my best friend white (white)
Yeah, my best friend’s white (ayy), white (uh)

[Verse 6: Offset]
I was actin’ like I’m white (white)
Diamonds shinin’ off the lights (shine)
Pain came with the limelight (pain)
Feds put me in the spotlight (feds)
Mama told me that these bitches ain’t never gon’ count (these bitches don’t count)
‘Cut you off, don’t wanna talk, I’ma see you around (I see you around)
This is the way that we kick it (we kick it)
200 thou’ in my kitchen (200 racks)
Bad bitches in the facility (bad bitches)
I put my hoe on a mission (ayy)
Y’all niggas better hold tight (hold tight)
I gave 200 to Jews, told ’em make it right (make it right)
They mad, we blew up like dynamite (mad)
I can see everythin’ like a satellite (I can see)

From First To Last – I Don’t Wanna Live In The Real World lyrics

[Verse 1]
I wake up, turn on my TV,
Never thought my shampoo could kill me.
I walk outside, look up to the sky,
So many chem-trails are passing by.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

[Verse 2]
Friday cruising on the freeway,
Glen beck says Jesus can save me.
Well shit, that’d be pretty nice cause this feels like hell,
Hey, Matt, I hear Guantanamo has pretty comfy cells
I wish I could get taken by an alien race,
But I don’t think that I could get through TSA.
I just wanna watch porno,
Without the NSA flagging me.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Fluoride water, foreign drone strikes,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, fuck Monsanto.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Mainstream media, praise and worship,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Fox news channel

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.)

Migos – So Sick Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
So sick, so sick, so sick
Achoo
Fucking with the bird got sick
Fucking with the bird got sick

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Got bands like I play with the Nets
So sick, pass me the Kleenex
So sick, wipe my nose with the check
Touch down in a 2012 jet
Plugged in, ain’t talking Internet
Make movie like Cinemax
Bad bih know how to cook crack
Now the whole hood going in a trap attack
Got the feet itching like chicken pox
Got a nigga mad cause a nigga re-rock
Ice on my neck looking like a freeze pop
Got the bitch sucking on my dick like a ring pop
Quick to shoot a nigga just like a slingshot
Top shooter nigga put me on top shot
Came from the bottom now a nigga at the top
Shawty got sick when she seen the top drop

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 2: Offset]
Leopard print Versace, I look like I belong in a zoo
Diamonds so cold, caught the flu
So sick, make a young nigga puke
In the lab smoking gas like Snoop
Sipping on the lean like the shit hot soup
Finessing on the plug with the Reggie Bush juke
And I keep the blow like a nigga play the flute
Coughing on the gas, bronchitis
In the kitchen water whipping, making Miley Cyrus
Pot is so sick like the shroom caught a virus
Pockets on fat while you niggas on a diet
Fucking with the squad, he done start a double riot
Bounce nigga shit, I don’t stand in line
Bad bitches in the club sniffing my lines
Water whip the brick, hit it with the blowdryer

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Fucking with the birds on the counter, bird flu
[?] dripping on a nigga, need a towel
Beat a nigga in the wind, make a nigga throw the towel
GT Benz and just got a [?]
[?] .45 go bow
Spent 10 racks on a sick Audemar
Put a H in my bedroom, put a H in the car
[?] coupe make the whip look sick
Think I’m a DJ with the work, remix
Red on the bottom of the shoe, piru
Wrist sick like Michael Jordan when he had the flu
Got a bad ass bih and she dripping Swagu
So sick, sneezing on the track, achoo
Black and white coupe look like an 8-ball
Green diamonds on my pinky like a [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

Pitbull – Timber lyrics

[Hook: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
These big-iddy boys, are dig-gidy dogs
I have ’em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off
Twerkin in their bras and thongs (Timber)

Face down, booty up, (Timber)
That’s the way we like to-what? (Timber)
I’m slicker than an oil spill
She say she won’t, but I bet she will (Timber)

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

[Chorus: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

It’s goin’ down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
Nah, it’s just me ain’t a damn thing changed
Live in hotels, swing on planes
Blessed to say, money ain’t a thing

Club jumpin’ like LeBron now (Voli)
Order me another round (Homie)
We about to clown – why?
‘Cause It’s. About. To go. Down.

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

[Chorus: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Outro]

Hodgy Beats – Barbell Lyrics

[Intro]
You should let life
Life… have it’s wayward
You should let the world
Have nothing

[Chorus 1]
You want to have a heart to heart nigga?
They told me to play it smart nigga
I’ma tear it up and rip shit apart nigga
Hey, I’ma play my part nigga
I’ma go bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar nigga, yeah
You want to have a heart to heart nigga
I’ma tear your shit apart nigga
Bar for bar nigga

[Verse 1]
It’s rare that you would catch me off guard, blindsided
I’m just like Mike, Mike Will, Miley Cyrus
Close my eyelids, feel my iris dilate
Ain’t bothered by hate, I’m steppin’ to it
We face the fate nigga
Hodgy bout to build a conglomerate nigga
Make sure my business ain’t made with no concentrate
All the equities and the artists I conjugate, with myself
Most people come and intoxicate your circle
Suck the life out of your circle, then confiscate your circle
See what they did, man they made you hate your circle
Ya’ll some wild niggas, incidentally coloured purple
Tappin’ in your church shoes to the harmonies
SMH to the slandering Simon these
Shittin’ on your knees and swallow all of these OMGs
Where does the road that’s golden lead
I hold myself and read I’m a mythology
H, Wizard

[Chorus 2]
If you ain’t speaking from your heart nigga
You can’t go bar to bar with a
Real nigga going hard nigga
What I’m talking I’m living it bar for bar nigga
Bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar nigga
I’m the king of Araba you Jafar nigga
French rolls don’t play, I roll just my part nigga
Ready to spark, g-g-going bar for bar nigga

[Verse 2]
You get your first cover in [?]
We bout to see how fucking hungry you are (you are)
About how much about this money you are (you are)
You wrote it so fraudulent but becoming a star
I rhyme for my niggas
When it’s beefing that don’t meaning running to the car
Unlocking my door, hearing engine roar, pedal to the floor
I thought he had they back man, what he leave them for?
They say heaven’s on the same level as the devil’s door
I keep pressing number 7 on the elevator
Fuck them niggas and they set, that’s what you tell a hater
It’s cliche to say we going up like escalators
Niggas want a copy, us and fucking automate us
I’ll just write a solo while they fucking huddle up
If niggas talking just because man I’mma shut em up
It’s all a game in their head, I’ll let em run amok
Remember the game is over once the buzzer bust

24hrs – Stylist letras

[Verse 1]
Bitch, the rollie match my teeth
Got a hundred on me
Got the 40 on me
Is that Chanel on your waist?
Paper plane like M.I.A
Girl I’m on the way
Tell me if you lying
Girl, I just be vibing
Smoking weed like a siren
Louder than a siren
Feel like Miley Cyrus
She feel like Miley Cyrus
Girl, you need a stylist

[Hook]
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it
20, I be wyling
20 on my face
20 on my waist
20, got good taste
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it
Bitch, let me style it

[Verse 2]
Girl, this Hilton on my face
I be shitting on your place
I might stuff her in some Palace
Then bring her to the palace
Can you take a pic?
I be flexing on a bitch
Man, this 20 on my wrist
It’s got your nigga pissed

[Hook]
20, I be wyling
Bitch you need a stylist
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch, you need a stylist
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch, let me style it
Bitch, let me style it
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch you need a stylist
You feel like Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it