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Post by Bandersnatch on Dec 22, 2008 20:56:08 GMT -5
Why stickied?
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Post by bettyforddropout on Dec 23, 2008 13:23:50 GMT -5
can anybody tell me why god wont speak to me why jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas why death is easier than living? you can be almost anything when your on your fucking knees not today not my son not my family not while walking is still honest
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Post by Big Ugly Jim on Dec 23, 2008 15:16:59 GMT -5
Artist: Del Tha Funkee Homosapien Song: The Wacky World of Mass Transit
Fresh from the meadow with a mellow attitude I was plannin' to persue another quest for the bus I had to go to San Fran it's something that I can't stand It's beggin' for a ride with ma dukes makes a fuss I don't like fussin' so I ask my older cousin Could he maybe find time to give the D E L a lift He said it is impossible because he has a roster full of plans for the day I had to go and sift through pennies in my jeans To many it may seem that the public transportation really isn't keen And I agree with the theory Because it's 3:30 and the bus was due at 2:35 I wear my Girbauds so I can wait with pride I waited at the bus stop feeling kinda high From a spliff that I smoked I riffed and provoked A liitle scene when the bus arrived late like a joke With a corny punchline And it was only lunchtime The bus should've been here, the driver had much time To get is act together No matter what the weather Now I'm sittin' at the bus stop waitin' like forever [SKIT #1] When oh when is the bus gonna come I'm getting sick and tired of the wait When oh when is the bus gonna come Well here comes a pack of about 14 Lookin' real mean with hoodies and jeans And bad attitudes and I wasn't in the mood For no head on collision with the hoods Try to use my transfer but it's no good Would these rough lookin' kids get busy with the youngsta Amongst the many who must catch rapid transit to get through the city I'm not certain But if I go sit in the back it's curtains Kids wanna ride the back What kinda shit is that? Nowadays niggas can't wait to hit the back Let me stand in the front with the elderly So those other cats won't raise hell with me [SKIT #2] Oh golly gee, not another day on the 46A I should've caught the 46B 'Cause dukes takes the mass scene and group through the trees And shoots the breeze with the ladies Look at that around the way girl Yeah, I see her (whistle) More crack than a drug dealer A kid sits by me with a gang of afro sheen on I'm not Joe Clark and I would hate for him to lean on My shoulder and try to hold a conversation 'Cause I don't have the patience When oh when is the bus gonna reach its destination Question over space and time Wastin' time Word up, I can't take this line of nitwits I'm about to have a fit quick 'Cause this trip here is making me car sick Check out the brother with the loaded .38 Braggin' to his buddies about the money that he makes Sellin' crack viles like pancakes To baseheads just like the one That's sittin by the window starvin' for a fix He spent his last 80 cents on fare He raises up and lets me get in his chair Then I sit and take a snooze But I still lose 'Cause I cruise right past my stop Had to get off and walk 15 blocks. . .
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Post by dahmerszombies on Dec 23, 2008 19:34:08 GMT -5
Death- Spirit Crusher It comes from the depths Of a place unknown to the Keeper of dreams If it could then it would steal The sun and the moon from the sky Beware
Human at sight, monster at heart Don't let it inside it could Tear you right apart
No guilt, it feeds in plain sight Spirit Crusher Stay strong and hold on tight Spirit Crusher
Speaking in killing words
The vicious kind that crush and kill No mercy, it's pleasure to taste The blood that it bled.
When it's time to feed to fulfill The need to consume a breath Some will rise standing tall Breathing out all the breath from The voice of a soul.
Human at sight, monster at heart Don't let it inside it could Tear you right apart
No guilt, it feeds in plain sight Spirit Crusher Stay strong and hold on tight Spirit Crusher
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Post by Turkey on Dec 24, 2008 16:34:20 GMT -5
Seems fitting...
The Vandals - Christmas Time For My Penis
I see you've been feeling down When I needed you, you've been around So this year I've a Christmas surprise that will make your spirits rise...
I think back on the times, when you've always been there for me And when things seemed unclear- you did the thinking for me.
I owe you so much that its hard, to repay you for all the good times and I won't forget you this year.. It's Christmas time for my penis.
I know I have let you down when you just needed a hand When I was uncertain, you showed me that I am a man
I owe you so much that its hard, to repay you for all the good times And I'm going to give you the joy that you've earned this year pal... It's Christmas time for my penis.
I owe you so much that its hard, to repay you for all the good times It's Christmas time for my penis.
Flannel underwear, new lotion, a hat, a massage, a monocle, a blow up doll, a lap dance? (I think that's what he's saying there)
I know you've been feeling down, all pent up its so hard to breathe Don't fret this Christmas- you'll get the attention you need
I love you so much that it's hard, to repay you for all the good times we'll get whores and pornography- your special holiday, pal... It's Christmas time for my penis.
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Post by Pylon on Dec 24, 2008 17:20:49 GMT -5
Young Ned of the Hill - Pogues.
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the curlews cry Or seen the raven black as night Upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather And hear the westwind cry To know that's where the rapparee must die Since cromwell pushed us westward To live our lowly lives There's some of us have deemed to fight From tipperary mountains high Noble men with wills of iron Who are not afraid to die Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high A curse upon you oliver cromwell You who raped our motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright "to hell or connaught" may you burn in hell tonight Of one such man i'd like to speak A rapparee by name and deed His family dispossessed and slaughtered They put a price upon his head His name is known in song and story His deeds are legends still And murdered for blood money Was young ned of the hill A curse upon you oliver cromwell You who raped our motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright "to hell or connaught" may you burn in hell tonight You have robbed our homes and fortunes Even drove us from our land You tried to break our spirit But you'll never understand The love of dear old ireland That will forge an iron will As long as there are gallant men Like young ned of the hill
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Post by dahmerszombies on Dec 25, 2008 1:20:31 GMT -5
Strike while the iron is hot Steel is strongest so say we all And if we all were not brothers of metal would we fall? - no - They tried to test our spirit They tasted steel before we were done Grinding their bones into the dust of the past All blown away like a shot from a gun We cast our lot together four still stand as one Here well remain forever till our kingdoms one Brothers of metal We are fighting with power and steel Fighting for metal metal thats real Brothers of metal will always be there Standing together with hands in the air Let us drink to the power drink to the sound Thunder and metal are shaking the ground Drink to your brothers who are never to fall Were all brothers of metal here in the hall Our hearts are filled with metal and masters we have none And we will die for metal, metal heals, my son Brothers of metal We are fighting with power and steel Fighting for metal metal thats real Brothers of metal will always be there Standing together with hands in the air Let us drink to the power drink to the sound Thunder and metal are shaking the ground Drink to your brothers who are never to fall Were all brothers of metal here in the hall Brothers of metal We are fighting with power and steel Fighting for metal metal thats real Brothers of metal will always be there Standing together with hands in the air
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Post by Bandersnatch on Dec 25, 2008 13:43:56 GMT -5
It's four in the morning, the end of December, I'm writing you now, just to see if you're better. New York is cold, but I like where I'm living, There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house, deep in the desert. You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair, She said that you gave it to her, that night that you planned to go clear.
Did you ever go clear?
Well, the last time we saw ya, you looked so much older, Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder, You'd been to the station to meet every train, And you came home without Lily-Marlene.
And you treated my woman, to a flake of your life, And when she came back, she was nobodies wife, Well I see you there with that rose in your teeth, One more thin gypsy thief. Well I see Jane's awake,
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you? My brother, my killer. What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I'm glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here for Jane, or for me, Well your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes, I thought it was there, for good, so I never tried.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair. She said that you gave it to her, That night that you planned to go clear.
Sincerely, L. Cohen
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Post by disgustingbody on Dec 25, 2008 19:37:41 GMT -5
Beat on the brat Beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat Oh yeaaah, oh yeahhh, ohhhhoohhh
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Post by carbona on Dec 30, 2008 17:02:32 GMT -5
Get a mip map mop and a brim bram broom and clim clam clean up the rim ram room cuz you're bim bam baby's coming home tonight
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Post by Meat Seeker on Jan 1, 2009 1:08:23 GMT -5
Hello Beautiful JONAS BROTHERS
Hello Beautiful How's it going? I hear it's wonderful in California I've been missing you its true But tonight I'm gonna fly Yea tonight I'm gonna fly Cause I could comb across the world And see everything and never be satisfied If I couldnt see those eyes Hello Beautiful It's been a long time Since my phone's rung And you've been on that line I've been missing you it's true But tonight I'm gonna fly Yea tonight I'm gonna fly Oh, yeah! Cause I could comb across the world And see everything and never be satisfied If I couldnt see those eyes
OMG LAWL.
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Post by DeadneckJim on Jan 2, 2009 9:28:25 GMT -5
Geto Boys- You Gotta Let Your Nuts Hang
BOOM BOOM BOOM on your black ass, bitch! Here's another hit from my shit I made a couple of moves and five-oh were outsmarted Here's part two of how I started Slangin them thangs on a dope cut Five-ohs are ridin my dick, but so WHAT? What can you do to a nigga like Face? And why you sweatin Ak in the the first place? That's the motherfuckin problem See a young nigga rollin a Beemer and gotta stop him But I'm a tell you like this, heh All lawmen suck dick! Sneaky as hell and try to bust ya But you can die motherfuckers, cause bitch I don't love ya You're makin it harder, on my fellas These dopefiend bitches, and the big drug sellers How can you preach to the fiends that they should quit While Barry's up in Washington smokin that shit! You need to get yourself a life or keep tryin Or more and more cops'll be dyin, cause I am Sick of seein niggaz bein shortstopped By a buck-oh-five dick and a booty-ass cop You figure you're hard cause you're a cop see FUCK WITH ME! I'm a put that ass in a box G Cause I don't give two fucks about ya punk You may carry a 45 but yo I pack a pump And you can step up if you want, bitch I ain't askin no questions, I'm goin for my shit I'm runnin up I ain't afraid I'm from the land of the heartless, the home of the paid And if you want a gang no thang I get my ass taxed, but I'm a STILL let my nuts hang!
You gotta let your nuts hang...
Barney calls me up he needs a ki' But I can't give it to him, he ain't got 30 G A Cuban on the Southside sells for 33 I'm goin 12 and out because the shit is hurtin me The dope is gettin short up in New York too We sell it for 33, they sell it for 42 See what we gotta do is come together They're tryin to cut shit short, and they will if you let 'em Now let's go out on a boat, YEAH~! Pretend to be lawmen, and come out with dope But first we gotta find a bitch with nuts A down-ass bitch, who doesn't give a fuck Distracts the cops, on duty Walkin around shakin nothin but booty That's when we make our motion Comin from a small little island in the ocean The other group comes in from the Rio Me, Lil' J, Big Chief and O-Beedo First we'll hit 'em up with some gas Then launch a missle on they motherfuckin ass That oughta get the shit to float Come back home slangin nothin but snow Then the prices'll drop again Niggaz go in ki's payin 10 You wanna get paid mayne? Well that's what you gotta do; and you better let your nuts hang!
You gotta let your nuts hang... ha ha!
Look deep into the eyes of this criminal I'm gunnin niggaz down, even women too Back in the game I used to steal shit Nowadays I don't sneak, you get killed bitch And I don't give a FUCK about your rep I got somethin for your ass if you choose to step One nigga from the Park comin hard Heh, sendin motherfuckers to the morgue Steady gettin paid, pushin powder Cakin motherfuckers sellin flour A brother like the Face ain't broke mayne Hah, I started small time, dope game, cocaine Just a reminder for those who forgot A nigga got paid slangin rocks Bring on the magaziney people who ban, I won't duck 'em They ain't never scared me before, so motherFUCK 'EM You ain't never seen what I seen Young niggaz killin people, and beatin up the dopefiends So if you wanna fuck with me mayne You better come prepared, cause I'm a let my nuts hang
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Post by Big Ugly Jim on Jan 2, 2009 15:38:21 GMT -5
Something That You Said - The Beautiful South
The perfect love song it has now words it only has death threats And you can tell a classic ballad by how threatening it gets So if you walk into your house and shes cutting up your mother Shes only trying to tell you that she loves you like no other No other, she loves you like no other.
The only emotions that I know are love and hate And shes chopping & shes changing & its making you afraid I said close your eyes and imagine that Im nice Shell kiss you or shell kill you but youll just have to wait
Because some things that I do make you go blue And something that you said made me go red
The perfect love has no emotions, it only harbours doubt And if she fears your intentions she will cut you out So do not raise your voice and do not shake your fist Just pass her the carving knife, if thats what she insists Insists, if thats what she insists
A hate tattoo on my brain and a love one on my heart Id love to hate you, like I love you And just tear your dreams apart I said close your eyes and imagine that Im nice Cupids arrow looking more like cupids poisoned dart
Because some things that I do make you go blue And something that you said made me go red
Because some things that I do make you go blue And something that you said made me go red
The perfect kiss is dry as sand and doesnt take your breath The perfect kiss is with the boy that youve just stabbed to death
Is with the boy that youve just stabbed to death Is with the boy that youve just stabbed to death
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Post by mrsmorbid on Jan 2, 2009 16:27:55 GMT -5
Chocolate Jesus - Tom Waits
Don't go to church on Sunday Don't get on my knees to pray Don't memorize the books of the Bible I got my own special way Bit I know Jesus loves me Maybe just a little bit more
I fall on my knees every Sunday At Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate Jesus Keep me satisfied
Well I don't want no Anna Zabba Don't want no Almond Joy There ain't nothing better Suitable for this boy Well it's the only thing That can pick me up Better than a cup of gold See only a chocolate Jesus Can satisfy my soul
When the weather gets rough And it's whiskey in the shade It's best to wrap your savior Up in cellophane He flows like the big muddy But that's ok Pour him over ice cream For a nice parfait
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me Got to be a chocolate Jesus Good enough for me
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus Make me feel good inside Got to be a chocolate Jesus Keep me satisfied
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Post by Meat Seeker on Jan 14, 2009 12:31:59 GMT -5
Fit But You Know It - The Streets
[intro] Excuse me girl I know it's a bit embarrassing but I just noticed some tan lines On your shirt
See I reckon you're about an 8 or a 9, Maybe even 9 and a half in four beers time. That blue top shop top you've got on IS nice, Bit too much fake tan though - but yeah you score high.
But there's just one little thing that really really, Really really annoying me about you you see, Yeah yeah like I said you are really fit But my gosh don't you just know it
I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit But my gosh don't you know it
So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard, I was waiting in the queue looking at the board Wondering whether to have a Burger or chips Or what the shrapnel in my back pocket could afford When I noticed out the corner of my eye Looking toward my direction Your eyes locked onto my course I couldn't concentrate on what I wanted to order, Which cost me my place in the queue I waited for YEAH
I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit but my gosh don't you know it
Whoa! Leave it out Are you smoking crack or something? Leave it Out Mike just leave it just leave it We cannot have that behaviour in this establishment S'not worth it mike, just leave it Don't Touch Me, S'not Worth It Don't Touch Me, D, Look I'm Alright Don't Touch me
For a while there I was thinking - yeah but what if? Picturing myself pulling with bare white hot wit Snaring you as you were standing there opposite Whether or not you knew it I swear you didn't tick And when that bloke in the white behind us lot queuing Was clocking onto you too yeah I had to admit That yeah yeah you are fit, And yeah I do want it, But I stop sharking for a minute to get chips and drinks
I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit But my gosh don't you know it
Now, I bashed my head hard earlier choosing a brew. But I am digressing slightly so I'll continue. I didn't want to bowl over all geezer and rude, Not rude like good but just rude like uncouth, You girls think you can just flirt and it comes to you, But let me tell you, see, yes, yes, but you are really rude, And rude as in good, I knew this as you stood and queued, But I just did not want to give the satisfaction to you!
I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit But my gosh don't you know it
Oy, just as you started to make your big advance
With the milkshake and that little donut in hand I was like nah, I can't, even though you look grand But you look sharp there smiling hard suggesting and Gleaming away with your hearty hearty looking tan But I admit the next bit was spanner to my plan You walked towards my path but just brushed right past And into the arms of that fucking white shirted man
I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit But my gosh don't you know it
What do I give a fuck.. I've got a girlfirend anyway (whoa, we've all had a drink mate) We're all a bit drunk, yeah we've had a few fair play I got this stella I bombed from that last café This nights not even begun, yes yes oh yay
I did fancy you a bit though yeah I must say I would rather I hadn't mugged myself on display But this is just another case of female stopping play On otherwise a total result of a holiday
I'm not trying to pull you Even though I would like to I think you are really fit You're fit But my gosh don't you know it
[outro] Ha ha huh huh huh You're fit but you know it You're fit but you know it You're fit but you know it I think I'm going to fall over I think I'm going to fall Fucking hell
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