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| Apr 23rd, 2003 09:35 PM | |
| Jeanette X |
Hey baby, let me look in your eyes, as you go off into your weird red light. The pump the grind that I call my head. The suck milk nebula I use instead. The sweet cream clot and the sick milk udder. The weird red light that pulls me under. Me open and suck my scars. You better open your eyes when I come down. -Hole, "Loaded" (Before they started to suck) You see the stars through eyes lit up with lies You got your stories all twisted up in mine You were born with glue instead of spine -Babes In Toyland, "Bruise Violet" Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop. -Billie Holiday "Strange Fruit" |
| Apr 23rd, 2003 09:33 PM | |
| Sam |
Got more lines than the welfare office Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this? Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it Crude as oil unrefined but slick I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-cue Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking I squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin' Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea -Jimmy Pop |
| Apr 23rd, 2003 09:06 PM | |
| Les Waste |
WARCLOUD  You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy Insanity, titanium stomach, devouring guiness My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance Still deceased kill viruses, planets and racial creatures Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name: Holocaust, black man, whose vains littered with thorns Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece Stop grafting me, chump-ass niggas eyeing me, tempt me I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab, get stabbed in bloody bath While I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus Got oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars While Bobby's throwing razor CD's like ninja stars |
| Apr 23rd, 2003 08:49 PM | |
| Rongi | I noticed that both of those lyrics sucked. |
| Apr 23rd, 2003 08:48 PM | |
| NIGhtMAre |
"I gave you antoher chance and what did you do? Throw back in my fuckign face so fuck you to" DMX i think thats how it goes. |
| Apr 21st, 2003 10:34 AM | |
| feelevil |
tight lyrics "i smoke tha blunt to take the pain out cuz if i wasn't high i'd prolly try to blow my brains out,lord knows.." tupac |
