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NIN (Hurt)
i hurt myself today to see if i still feel i focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but i remember everything what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt i wear my crown of shit on my liar's chair full of broken thoughts i cannot repair beneath the stain of time the feeling disappears you are someone else i am still right here what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i would find a way |
70's clasic is Steve Miller the Joker I love the line, I really love your peaches I want to skake your tree.
Some people call me the space cowboy some call me the gangster of love |
of course, I'll have to xpose my ego and display MY favorite lyrics LOL ;)
from my little jam band "The CorpsePhuckers", the clasic "Bloody Birthday": Punched in the gut Slapped on the ass Fistfucked just for fun Cum in your mouth Bloodtsains on your teeth Holidays made better with aggression. Happy Birthday Weak, sissy-assed punk Bloody Birthday Skanky ass junk Happy fucking Birthday I hope you choke. A kick in the nuts A sledge up your tight ass Hatred fueling your fire Hate wrapped in pink paper Topped with a fucking bow Eat your cake before you expire. Happy Birthday Weak, sissy-assed punk Bloody Birthday Skanky ass junk Happy fucking Birthday I hope you choke. choke choke choke choke! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ that was kind of our tender love ballad ;))) the 80's ruled it ;)))) ------------------ Making Bank Make $42 per TRIAL signup with over 100 sites plus webmaster tools like console and doorway generators and more Evil is as evil does Dark Dollars |
On the 1976 & 1977 tours, "Titties of Beer" was performed slightly differently than released on "Zappa in New York":
The part of the biker played by Frank Zappa The part of the Devil played by Terry Bozzio It was the blackest night, there was no moon in sight, You know, the stars ain't shinin' 'cause the sky is too tight, I heard the scary wind, I seen some ugly trees, There was a werewolf honkin' 'long the side of me - I'm mean 'n' I'm bad, you know, I ain't no sissy, Got a big-titty girlie by the name of Chrissie, Talkin' about her and my bike and me And this ride up the mountain of Mystery! Mystery! {It was 11 o'clock upon a Friday night, You know, the girl and me was feelin' outta-sight, We had twenty reds and a big ol' pile of weed, You know, she drank some wine and then she LSD'd ... Chrissy puked twice and jumped on my bike, She yelled "Fire it up, 'cause you know what I like!"; She burned her leg on a tail-pipe then, And yelled "Shit-a-ree!", and puked again.} I noticed even the crickets were actin' weird up here, And so I figured I might just drink a little beer, I said: "Gimme some of that what you're suckin' on!" But there was no reply, 'cause she was gone! "Where's those titties that I like so well And my goddamn beer?" is what I started to yell, Then I heard this noise, like a crunching twig And up jumped the Devil (he's about this big)! He had a red suit on, and a widow's peak, And then a pointed tail and like a sulphur reek, Yes it was him all right, I sweared I knowed it was - He had some human flesh stuck underneath his claws! You know, it looked to me like it was titty skin; I said "You son-of-a-bitch!", 'cause I was mad at him! Well, he just got out his floss and started cleaning his fang, So I shot him with my shooter, said: "Bang-bang-bang!" Then the sucker just laughed 'n' said: "Put it away! You know, I ate her all up, now what you gonna say?" "You ate my Chrissie?" "Titties and all!" "Well, what about the beer then, boy?" "Were the cans this tall?" "Even her boots?" "Would I lie to you?" "Shit, you musta been hungry!" "Yes! This is true!" "Don't they pay you good for the stuff that you do?" "Well, you know, I can't complain when the checks come through ..." "Well I want my Chrissie, and I want my beer, So you just barf it back up now, Devil, do you hear!" "Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the Devil, do you understand? Just what will you give me for your titties and beer? I suppose you've noticed this little contract here ..." "You're goddamn right, you son-of-a-whore! That's about the only reason I learned writin' for, Gimme that paper, bet your ass I will sign, Because I need a beer, and it's titty-squeezin' time!" "Man, you can't fool me - you ain't that bad, I mean, you shoulda seen some of the souls that I've had, Well, there was Milhouse Nixon, and Agnew too, And both of those suckaz was worse than you!" "Well, let's make a deal if you think that's true, I mean ... you're the Devil, so ... whatcha gonna do?" "NO, DON'T SIGN IT! GIMME TIME TO THINK! I MEAN, HOLD ON A SECOND, BOY, 'CAUSE - THAT'S MAGIC INK!" And then the Devil barfed, and out jumped my girl, They heard the tittes plop-ploppin' all around the world, She said: "I got me three beers and a fistful of downs, And I'm gonna get ripped so fuck you clowns!" Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff, That's when the Devil, he farted, and she went right over the cliff ... Well, the Devil was mad, I took off to my pad, I swear I do declare how did she get back there! I swear I do declare how did she get back there! I swear I do declare how did she get back there! I swear I do declare how did she get back there! |
""we wonīt stop cause we canīt stop""
puff daddy .:h0st |
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four and there's so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two. Love lost, such a cost, Give me things that don't get lost. Like a coin that won't get tossed Rolling home to you. Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true. Lullabies, look in your eyes, Run around the same old town. Doesn't mean that much to me To mean that much to you. I've been first and last Look at how the time goes past. But I'm all alone at last. Rolling home to you. Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. |
Titmowse and Exxxotica ---> good choice, i love those songs.
Blind Melon - Change (Go listen now damnit!) I don't feel the suns comin' out today its staying in, its gonna find another way. As I sit here in this misery, I don't think I'll ever see the sun from here. And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say, Hey look at him! I'll never live that way. But that's okay they're just afraid to change. When you feel your life ain't worth living you've got to stand up and take a look around you then a look way up to the sky. And when your deepest thoughts are broken, keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die. And as we all play parts of tomorrow, some ways will work and other ways we'll play. But I know we all can't stay here forever, so I want to write my words on the face of today. and then they'll paint it And oh as I fade away, they'll all look at me and they'll say, Hey look at him and where he is these days. When life is hard, you have to change. [This message has been edited by Battuss (edited 10-28-2001).] |
They call me Mr.Knowitall,
I am so eloquent. Perfection is my middle name, and whatever rhimes with eloquent. form Mr.Knowitall -Primus Winona loved her big brown Beaver, and she stroked it all the time. She pricked her finger one day, and it occured to her, She might have a porcupine. from Winona's Big Brown Beaver -Primus Jerry was a race car driver, He drove so God damned fast. He never did win a checkered flag, but he never did come in last. from Jerry was a race car driver, -Primus All Primus Lyrics are good. oh, and that StinkFist song by Tool, is about fisting. Finger deep within the border line, Show me that you love me, and that we belong together. Relax, turn around and take my hand. Knuckle deep within the border line, This may hurt a little, but it's something you'll get used to. Relax, slipaway. I'll keep digging, 'Till I feel something.... Elbow deep inside the border line, Show me that you love me, and that we belong together. shoulder deep within the border line, Relax, turn around and take my hand. ------------------ BootyBone http://home.earthlink.net/~fxgrunt/gfy/bb-halloween.gif Is a BoneProne Family Member |
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's I kicked and screamed, said please, don't go Grandma take me home (x8) Had to eat my dinner there Mashed potatos and stuff like that I couldn't chew my meat too good Never take me home (x8) Said, why don't you stop your crying Go outside and ride your bike Thats what I did, I killed my toad Never take me home (x8) After dinner, I had ice cream I fell asleep, and watched TV I woke up in my mother's arms Never take me home (x19) I wanna be alone |
that's probably the only rolling stones songs that never performed live http://bbs.gofuckyourself.net/board/frown.gif Psychedelic lyrics, simple music, poor rolling stones
Mother's Little Helper What a drag it is getting old "Kids are different today," I hear ev'ry mother say Mother needs something today to calm her down And though she's not really ill There's a little yellow pill She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day "Things are different today," I hear ev'ry mother say Cooking fresh food for a husband's just a drag So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak And goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day Doctor please, some more of these Outside the door, she took four more What a drag it is getting old "Men just aren't the same today" I hear ev'ry mother say They just don't appreciate that you get tired They're so hard to satisfy, You can tranquilize your mind So go running for the shelter of a mother's little helper And four help you through the night, help to minimize your plight Doctor please, some more of these Outside the door, she took four more What a drag it is getting old "Life's just much too hard today," I hear ev'ry mother say The pusuit of happiness just seems a bore And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose No more running for the shelter of a mother's little helper They just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day |
X-Raided is my favorite... Here goes the lyrics to a COo song of his.... Artist: X-Raided Album: Speak of the Devil Title: Use Yo Nina --------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1] When you hop out your car you need to grab yo nine milameter To drop some hot bunts Hollow point your pusley poppin drop one I dont got them blanks I got them hollow bullet tips To have your brain hangin out when a nine milameter kicks A killa type nigga need to strap the blast so quik you know The kinda strap that hits you when you wearin you different show I dont need no terminator huntin me like Sarah Connors So when its time to ride I load up the nine and do the honors Im killin all substitues we aint in the same game I use that nina you call it nine but its the same thing I aint no cat so nine lives I dont got But I got my homies them four niggas from the G-block And when they come they aint gonna bring no duece duece Four nine milameter packin mother-fuckas yellin shoot Sombody gonna be slippin, shot shittin in his draws If he dead he dead it aint my buisness fool its yours I just tell em' mista lovin the main orjon Dont be cryin now nigga be slick tryin to mob You wasnt cryin when you shot me with your duece duece I didnt die so know its time to pay the pipa-poo Its a personal vandetta, yah I gotta grudge We home court the streets and im the motha-fuckin judge Im gonna was your ass like downy I sentance you to jail with no bail be hells the motha-fuckin county Nigga (Hook) To the homies from the hood Better use yo nina cause your deuce deuce aint no good Little Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey) Listen to my nine milameter go BANG! [Verse 2] They call me X-Raided Loc and you better remeber this Im married to my gage but my nine is my main bitch I keep it with me twenty-four seven aroung the fuckin clock I love my nine my nigga I put that on the block But i dont like them glocks cause they gain nothin but plastic And its nothin in your hand everytime you blast it One day its gonna jam up and blow up in your face Then that nigga just shootin and its nice to get away So let me take it from the L-O-C straight killa If you out to do some dirty pack a nina nine-mila Casue aint no second in this game we call life Sac-town city south side nothing nice In October Halloween just past Fools kickin down doors wearin X-man masks Aint a trick-or-treat so what the fuck you gonna do Only strap in the house is a duece duece You made that same movement shot him in his chest Your lil' pea shooter couldnt fuck with his vest The nigga shot you back you damn there died Fell to the ground tears commin to your eyes With a hot sensation burnin in your stomach Layin on your back chokin bomb Let them niggas took your safe,scratch,money,and all your jewels All of your dope and your lil' ass twenty-two (Hook) To the niggas from the hood Better use your nina cause that duece duece aint not good Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey) Listen to my nine milameter go BANG! [Verse 3] I got to have a nina cause in the ninties fools be stressin It could be a code tops or rugger n' smith n' wessin As long as its a nine elevan holdin sixteen in the clip we cool But if you pack in it anything less you slippin fool Cause when you rip with penny you rip with path So you gotsta have to artilary to take a motha-fucka down But dont get me wrong though it aint gotta ne a nine that u select (No) A fourty-four will put your ass through the back door On the channel three ten o'clock news Check for tha-a-that when I get like that My tech be sprayin up a niggas sac My tech could be a nine to Or I could go oldschool on you motha-fuckas with a nine oozy You know I cant be choosy with my chrome Cause when we fuckin on blast with the first thing I get my hands on And that could be one of them lil' 0-two shot dilingers Cock it back and blast, put two little holes in a nigga Better give me time to settle dizown Go and the homies to come back with some of that shit Thats know for tearin up you tizown Spray the hood up to get ghosts like beetlejuice And I didnt use no twenty-two (Hook) The the homies from the hood Better use your nina cause that duece duece aint not good Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey) Listen to my nine milameter go BANG! Litte Ba-a-te Little Ba-a-te-a-te (Hey) Listen to my nine my nine milameter go BANG BANG BANG! Little ba-a-te Little ba-a-te-te-a-te (Hey) Listen to my nine milameter BANG BANG BANG BANG! --------------------------------------------------- |
I want you to know I feel completely at ease
Read me like a book That's fallen down between your knees Please let me have my way with you |
Soul_Rebel
Good Stones Lyrics, always liked that song Battus Glad to see that there is another Blind Melon fan, that is my favorite song on the album Old song: Antonio Carlos Jobim(Its not Slayer, or Anthrax...) How insensitive I must have seemed When she told me that she loved me How unmoved and cold I must have seemed When she told me so sincerely Why she must have asked Did I just turn and stare in icy silence What was I to say What can you say When a love affair is over Now she's gone away And I'm alone With a memory of her last look Vague and drawn and sad I see it still All her heartbreak in her last look How she must have asked, Could I just turn and stare in icy silence What was I to do What can one say When a love affair is over |
Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose -- greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun -- Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck -- spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Sun streaking cold -- an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end -- he goes down to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone -- the army's up the rode salvation ā la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend -- don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze -- when the ice that clings on to your beard is screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. AND: When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was a fool. So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm -- their half-assed smiles and the book of rules. So I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply, He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong -- He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines -- how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son when that was just an accident of Birth. I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song `cos that's the honest measure of my worth. In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me, as you lick the boots of death born out of fear. I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong -- He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. ------------------ http://www.sexwatcher.com/plane.gif Airforce come and dey flatten your home !!! The Black Sheep of the Boneprone Family I like to rub HERTURN on my nipples http://www.rentpornos.com/devilfinger.gif [This message has been edited by -=HUNGRYMAN=- (edited 10-28-2001).] |
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up This is from Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up. It's a classic! |
Fade To Black
Life it seems, will fade away Drifting further every day Getting lost within myself Nothing matters no one else I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free Things are not what they used to be Missing one inside of me Deathly lost, this can't be real Cannot stand this hell I feel Emptiness is filing me To the point of agony Growing darkness taking dawn I was me, but now He's gone No one but me can save myself, but it to late Now I can't think, think why I should even try Yesterday seems as though it never existed Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye |
Shiat, double post.
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There's a club I go to which always finishes the might with a Prodigy song. Last week was No Good - Start The Dance http://bbs.gofuckyourself.net/board/biggrin.gif
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'Start the dance' ... hmm... weird song to end the night with...
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Misura - A Love Song You better realize I own you Your deluded, youve been born to me My insecurities are your fault Im a man baby cant you see What will it take to prove how much I need you? Maybe if I beat you more. Maybe if I raped you more. Maybe if I abused you more. Maybe if I loved you more. You will not think You will not speak I am your God I am your God Fear and respect I will teach you The line between is no longer clear Hatred and Love no difference I'll be the last thing you see or hear. You Must Know This I beat you because I love you I hate you because I love you You'll live because I love you You'll die because I love you. |
Cannibal Corpse Featuring Tori Amos Stripped Raped And Strangled They think they know who I am All they know is I love to kill Face down, dead on the ground Find me before another is found I come alive in the darkness Left murdered and nameless Dead unburied and rotten Half eaten by insects She was so beautiful I had to kill her Tied her up Taped her mouth shut Couldn't scream Raped violently Rope tight, around her throat Her body twitches as she chokes Strangulation caused her death just like all the others Raped before and after death stripped, naked, tortured They're all dead, they're all Dead They're all dead, by strangulation I come alive in the darkness Left murdered and nameless Dead unburied and rotten Half eaten by insects It Felt so good to kill I took their lives away 7 dead, lying rotten Unburied victims their naked body putrefy Strangulation caused her death Just like all the others Raped before and after death Stripped, naked, tortured They're all dead, they're all dead They're all dead, by strangulation I come alive in the darkness Left murdered and nameless Dead unburied and rotten Half eaten by insects They think they know who I am All they know is I love to kill Face down, dead on the ground Find me before another is found |
= Afroman - Because I Got High =
It's like I don't care bout nothing man Roll another blunt, yeah I was gonna clean my room until I got high I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high My room is still messed up and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna go to class before I got high I could've cheated and I could've passed but I got high I'm takin it next semester and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna go to work but then I got high I juss got a new promotion but I got high Now I'm sellin dope and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna go to court before I got high I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high They took my whole paycheck and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high Now I'm a paraplegic and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna pay my car and note until I got high I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high Now the tow trucks pullin away and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna make love to you but then I got high I was gonna eat your pussy too but then I got high Now i'm jackin' off and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I messed up my entire life because I got high I lost my kids and wife because I got high Now I'm sleepin on the side walk and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I'ma stop singing this song because I'm high I'm signing this whole thing wrong because I'm high And if I don't sell one copy, I'll know why Cause I'm high Cause I'm high Cause I'm high Well my name is Afroman and I'm from East Palmdell And all the tumble weed I be smokin is bomb as hell I don't believe in Hitler thas what I said So all of you skins, please give me more head Afro mufuckin' M-A-N A, E, I, O, U and sometimes W We gonna never sell one of these mother fuckin' albums cuz Lets go back to Marsha Durbins and hang some more chickens cuz Fuck the corporate world, bitch |
If I was pro wrestler, this would be my theme music:
"SICK OF YOU" by GWAR Your socks they smell, Your feet they stink, You never take a bath. Your nose it runs, You bust your buns, You always finish last. >Chorus: Sick! (Sick) Of! (Of) Youuuuu. I'm so sick, so sick of you. Your face is gross, You eat white toast, You don't know what to do. It's just your luck, You really suck, That's all - I'm sick of you (Chorus) (Bring it down... I said bring it down! Thank you) Don't ya know? So sick of you. Things you say, and all the things you do. (x6) (Chorus x3) Human filth.. Sick! ------------------ Making Bank Make $42 per TRIAL signup with over 100 sites plus webmaster tools like console and doorway generators and more Evil is as evil does Dark Dollars |
Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving With a Pict - Pink Floyd - 1968
"Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin Ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place. Well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side and I cried, cried, cried." "The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion, get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet. Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade. O my Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet." "Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?...and the wind cried back." [In English] "Thank you." --------------------------------------- Free Four - Pink Floyd - 1972 One, two, three, four The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom And talk to yourself as you die Life is a short, warm moment And death is a long cold rest You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye Eighty years, with luck, or even less So all aboard for the American tour And maybe you'll make it to the top And mind how you go And I can tell you 'cause I know You may find it hard to get off And You are the angel of death And I am the dead man's son And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole And everyone's still on the run And who is the master of fox hounds? And who says the hunt has begun? And who calls the tune in the courtroom? And who beats the funeral drum? The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom And talk to yourself till you die |
Working Class Hero
John Lennon As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me |
So I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that's alright] First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys Niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How i'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck with real ass G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill Fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Chorus Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N W New Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off Nigga, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You fucking with me, nigga ? You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama Fuck you and your mother fucking mama. We gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, Fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, Fuck you, die slow mother fucker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us. Our shit goes triple and four quadruple You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist Fuck 'em. We Bad Boy killas. ------------------ Submit To Green Thumbs TGP.Com Sarcastic Bastards.Com Webmaster Board |
fuck this and fuck that
fuck it all to hell the fucking brat Mr Sid V. Sex Pistols |
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Girls' faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizing politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, though, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. A self-ordained professor's tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school "Equality," I spoke the word As if a wedding vow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. My Back Pages--Bob Dylan. I have too many faves, but this one comes close. |
Paint it black
see a red door And I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by Dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head Until my darkness goes I see a line of cars And they're all painted black With flowers and my love Both never to come back I see them turn their heads Quickly look away Like a newborn baby It just happens every day I look inside my self See my heart is back I see my red door And I want it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away And not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up When your whole world is black No more will my green sea Go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee This thing happening to you. If I look hard enough Into the setting sun, My love will laugh with me Before the morning comes ------------------ Great recurring sponsor Sweetblondie.com |
I am bigger and bigger and bolder, ruffer and tuffer there is no other cos i am the one and only dominator. rooooooooooooooo whooo http://bbs.gofuckyourself.net/board/wink.gif ::kai
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THE DECLINE (NOFX)
Damn good 18 mins Punk song.. _____ Where are all the stupid people from? And how'd they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings, zero feelings Blame it on Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny) Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy) Fear of God The fear of change The fear of truth Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs There's no answers Memorize and sing star spangled songs When the questions Aren't ever asked Is anybody learning from the past? We're living in united stagnation Father what have I done? I took that 22 A gift to me from you To bed with me each night Kept it clean Polished it well Cherished every cartridge, every shell Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down, by the park, under stone, under pine There's a carcass of my brother William Brother where, have you gone to? I swear, I never thought I could I see so many times They told me to shoot straight Don't pull the trigger, squeeze That will insure a kill A kill is what you want A kill is why we breed The Christians love their guns The church and NRA Pray for their salvations Prey on the lower faiths The story book's been read And every line believed Curriculum's been set Logic is a threat Reason searched and seized Jerry spent some time in Michigan A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine Jerry only stayed a couple months It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass Asphyxiation is simple and fast It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch Don't think (Stay) Drink your wine (Home) Watch the fire burn (Be) His problems not mine (Safe) Just be that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (For each senseless killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for sale And you can get a good deal on it (A good deal on it) And make a healthy profit Or maybe, tear it apart Start with assumption That a million people are smart Smarter than one Serotonin's gone She gave up, drifted away Sara fled, thought process gone She left her answering machine on The greeting left spoken sincere Messages no one will ever hear Ten thousand messages a day A million more transmissions lay Victims of the laissez faire Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns A hundred decibels turns to one One bullet, one empty head Now with Serotonin gone The man who used to speak Performs a cute routine Feel a little patronized Don't feel bad They found a way inside your head And you feel a bit misled It's not that they don't care, yeah The television's put a thought inside your head Llike a Barry Manilow, jingle I'd like, to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony A symphonic blank stare, yeah It doesn't make you care (make you care) Not designed to make you care (make you care) They're betting you won't care (you won't...) Place a wager on your greed A wager on your pride Why try to beat them when, a million others tried? We are the whore Intellectually spayed We are the queer Dysfunctionally raised One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain Living through conformity One more prayer to keep me safe One more prayer to keep us warm One more prayer to keep us safe There's gonna be a better place Lost the battle, lost the war Lost the things worth living for Lost the will to win the fight One more pill to kill the pain Na na na na na La na na na na Na na na na na Na na na na na The going get tough, the tough get debt Don't pay attention, pay the rent Next of kins pay for your sins A little faith should keep us safe Save us The human, existence Is failing, resistance Essential, the future Written off, the odds are Astronomically against us Only moron and genius Would fight a losing battle Against the super ego When giving in is so damn comforting And so we go, on with our lives We know the truth, but prefer lies Lies are simple, simple is bliss Why go against tradition when we can Admit defeat, live in decline Be the victim of our own design The status quo, built on suspect Why would anyone stick out their neck? Fellow members Club "We've Got Ours" I'd like to introduce you to our host He's got his, and I've got mine Meet the decline We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In the class war We are worker We love our queen We sacrifice We're soilent green We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In the class war |
But there's always Cypress in Da House http://bbs.gofuckyourself.net/board/smile.gif
Album: Black Sunday Transcribed by: G-Real Group: Cypress Hill Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it Pack it Fire it up, come along And take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down Just for a second Don't get me wrong It's not a new method Inhale Exhale Just got an ounce in the mail I like a blunt or a big fat cone But my double-barrel bong Is gettin' me stoned Homeskillet There's water inside don't spill it It smells like shit on the carpet Still it Goes down smooth when I get a clean hit Of the skunky, phunky, smelly green shit Sing my song Puff all night long As I take hits from the bong Hits from the bong y'all Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Let's smoke that bowl Hit the bong And then take that finger off of that hole Plug it Unplug it Don't strain I love you Mary Jane She never complains When I hit Mary With that flame I light up the cherry She's so good to me When I pack a fresh bowl I clean the screen Don't get me stirred up The smoke, through the bubbling water Is makin' it pure so I got ta Take my hit and hold it Just like Chong I get the bowl and I reload it Get my four-footer and bring it on As I take hits from the bong Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Gonna get high Hits from the bong Straighten your dick out Gonna get high |
And I couldn't forget Jimmmmey!
The End This is the end, Beautiful friend. This is the end, My only friend, the end, Of our elaborate plans, the end, Of everything that stands, the end, No safety or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes again Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free. Desperately in need Of some stranger's hand. In a desperate land. Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain, And all the children are insane. All the children are insane. Waiting for the summer rain, yeah. There's danger on the edge of town. Ride the King's highway, baby. Weird scenes inside the gold mine. Ride the highway west, baby. Ride the snake, Ride the snake. To the lake, the ancient lake, baby. The snake is long, seven miles. Ride the snake. He's old and his skin is cold. The west is the best. The west is the best. Get here and we'll do the rest. The blue bus is callin' us. The blue bus is callin' us. Driver, where you takin' us. The killer awoke before dawn. He put his boots on. He took a face from the ancient gallery, And he walked on down the hall. He went into the room where his sister lived, And then he, Paid a visit to his brother, And then he, He walked on down the hall, yeah. And he came to a door, And he looked inside. Father, Yes son, I want to kill you. Mother, I want to - Whoa, all night baby. Come on, girl. Come on baby, take a chance with us. Come on baby, take a chance with us. Come on baby, take a chance with us. And meet me at the back of the blue bus. Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus. Doin' a blue rock. Come on, yeah. Fuck, fuck, yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah. Come on, baby. Come on, baby. Fuck me, baby. Fuck, yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah. Come on, baby. Fuck me, baby. Fuck, fuck, whoa, whoa, whoa! Yeah, fuck. Yeah do it, yeah. Come on. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh, yeah. All right. Kill, kill, kill, kill. Kill, kill, kill. This is the end, Beautiful friend. This is the end, My only friend, the end. It hurts to set you free, But you'll never follow me. The end of laughter and soft lies. The end of nights we tried to die. This is the end. |
"If there were no reward to reap, no loving embrace to see me through, this tedious path I've choosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now........and I .......still may.........and I .........still may........and I ...........still may.....and I ...AM....gonna wait it out."
THE PATIENT by TOOL http://bbs.gofuckyourself.net/board/wink.gif [This message has been edited by Babagirls (edited 10-29-2001).] |
LIFE IN THE FOODCHAIN
(Tonio K.) well your mother was there to protect you your papa was there to provide so how in the world did the excellent baby wind up in this hotel so broken inside you lie on your bed in the midnight darkly listening to every sound watching the shadows for anything moving and hoping they don't come around 'cause it's dog eat dog and it's cat and mouse it's watch your step and cross yourself and get back in the house and it's do or die it's push and shove because everybody's hungry and there isn't quite enough that's right, we're talkin' about the good life in the foodchain love among the ruins i guess that you've finally come to accept that there's nothing you can do about it it's kind of like carving the turkey it's kind of like mowing the lawn: everything gets to this certain dimension winds up on a customer's plate and then it's gone love ------------------ tit, writer for: COZYFROG Submit your Free site, TGP or TGP2 gallery to the MowseBytes Newsletter BONEPRONE 4 LIFE |
Well Matchbox 20 Shame but I don't have the lyrics..
So here is another http://bbs.gofuckyourself.net/board/smile.gif by No Doubt You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you've housed in your covers My simpleness threatened by my own admission And the bags are much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again But I still love to wash in your old bathwater Love to think that you couldn't love another I can't help it?you're my kind of man Wanted and adored by attractive women Bountiful selection at your discretion I know I'm diving into my own destruction So why do we choose the boys that are naughty? I don't fit in so why do you want me? And I know I can't tame you?but I just keep trying 'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater Love to think that you couldn't love another I?m on your list with all your other women But I still love to wash in your old bathwater You make me feel like I couldn't love another I can't help it?you?re my kind of man Why do the good girls always want the bad boys? So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions 'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater Love to think that you couldn't love another Share a toothbrush?you?re my kind of man I still love to wash in your old bathwater Make me feel like I couldn't love another I can't help it?you're my kind of man No I can't help myself I can't help myself I still love to wash in your old bathwater ------------------ Good Girls Swallow TGP http://www.toshopnow.com/ggban1a.gif Good Girls Clean Gallery List Eraser Cash Synergy Design & Technologies |
Found them http://bbs.gofuckyourself.net/board/smile.gif
what we learned here is love tastes bitter when it's gone past yourself forget the light, things look dirty when it's on funny how it comes to pass, that all the good slips away and there's no one around you can remember being good to you (chorus 1) shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you and open up more shame, shame, shame what we lost here is something better left alone second steps have been forgotten, will you tell me how they go set yourself, situate, like a fool try again there's no one around you can remember being good, for you so (chorus 2) shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you, and open up more shame, shame, shame shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you and open up more shame, shame, shame we never thought we'd get so troubled we could never think that much it should never get this bad so let the wind blow ya, across a big floor but there's no one around who can tell us what we're here for funny in a certain light, how we all look the same and there's no one in life you can remember ever stood for you, so Oh and one song I just Love! Paula Cole - Feelin love! Love, love You make me feel like a sticky pistil Leaning into a stamen You make me feel like a Mr. Sunshine Himself You make me feel like splendor in the grass While we're rollin' Damn skippy baby You make me feel like the amazon's runnin' between The thighs CHORUS: You make me feel loved, loved, loved, loved, loved Loved, loved, loved, loved, loved You make me feel loved, loved, loved, loved, loved Loved, loved, loved, loved You make me feel like a candy apple Red and hearty You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde In a centerfold, the girl next door And I would open the door and I'd be all wet With my tits soaking through this tiny (felt) T-shirt That I'm wearing And you would open the door and tie Me up to the bed [CHORUS] Loved, but I don't know who I am Am I barry white Am I hot inside What would I place with your hot conscious Oh baby babe babe babe I will be your death, the moonlight Take your time You make me feel (3 times) You make me feel loved ------------------ Good Girls Swallow TGP http://www.toshopnow.com/ggban1a.gif Good Girls Clean Gallery List Eraser Cash Synergy Design & Technologies |
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