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| Jun 19th, 2003 05:54 PM | |
| Esuohlim |
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop... You know the place... Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was juuuuust peachy!!! Except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. Dawww!! Big bowl of sauerkraut! Every single mornin'! It was driving me crazy. I said to my mom, I said, "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother, she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train. And she leaned right down next to me, and she said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old. That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place, where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer, and the towels are oh so fluffy! Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long, and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel! Wacka wacka, doo doo, yeah! Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true. Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize. That's right, a first class, one-way ticket... to Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Oh yeah. You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before, and I gotta tell ya, it was really great... except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor. And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time. The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore...and, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out, and we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died. Except for me. You know why? 'Cause I had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Ah-ha-ha-ha. Ah-ha-ha. Aahhh. So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage, I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days, draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my 12-pound bowlin' ball and my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel. But finally I arrived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn where the towels are oh so fluffy! And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna. It's OK, they're clean. Well, I checked into my room, and I turned down the A/C, and I turned on the SpectraVision, and I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very, very much, when suddenly there's a knock on the door. Well, now, who could that be? I say, "Who is it?" No answer. "Who is it?" There's no answer. "WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything. So finally, I go over and I open the door, and just as I suspected, it's some big, fat hermaphrodite with a Flock of Seagulls haircut, and only one nostril. Oh, man, I hate it when I'm right. So, anyway, he bursts into my room, and he grabs my lucky snorkel, and I'm like, "Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me." And he's like, "Tough!" And I'm like, "Give it!" And he's like, "Make me!" And I'm like, "'kay!" So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus, and I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows, and I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation, yes indeed, you better believe it. And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook. And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice. And you know what it said? I'll tell ya what it said! It said, "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator. If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator." In Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest, I would not sleep for an instant, until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice. But first, I decided to buy some donuts. So I got in my car, and I drove over to the donut shop, and I walked on up to the guy behind the counter and he says, "Yeah, whaddaya want??" I said, "You got any glazed donuts?" He said, "Nah, we're outta glazed donuts." I say, "Well, you got any jelly donuts?" He said, "No, we're outta jelly donuts." I said, "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?" He said, "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts." I said, "You got any cinnamon rolls?" He said, "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls!" I said, "You got any apple fritters?" He said, "No, we're outta apple fritters!" I said, "You got any bear claws?" He said, "Wait a minute, I'll go check." "No, we're outta bear claws!" I said, "Well, in that case... in that case, what do you have?" He says, "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving crazed weasels." I said, "OK, I'll take that." So he hands me the box, and I open up the lid, and the weasels jump out and they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over. Oh, man, they were just goin' nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head. I believe it went a little somethin' like this: DOH! Get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! Ohhh! No, get 'em off, get 'em off! Oh, oh God, oh God! Oh, get 'em off me! Oh, oh God! Ah, AaaaaaahhhhhhhhhOhhhhhhhhhh! I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' like a constipated wiener dog. And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams. Her name was Zelda. She was a calligraphy enthusiast, with a slight overbite, and hair the color of strained peaches. I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me. She said, "Hey, you've got weasels on your face." That's when I knew it was true love. We were inseparable after that. Aw, we ate together, we bathed together, we even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito. So we got married, and we bought us a house and had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly. Oh we were so very, very, very happy, aw yeah. But then, one fateful night, Zelda said to me, she said, "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said, "Woah! Hold on now, baby! I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!" So we broke up, and I never saw her again, but that's just the way things go... in Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me, because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream. That's right, I got me a part-time job at the Sizzler! I even made employee of the month after I put out that grease fire with my face. Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that. I was gettin' a lot of attitude. OK, like one time, I was out in the parkin' lot, tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I-I say to him, I say, "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes, and goes, "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw!" So I did. And then he gets all indignant on me. He's like, "Hey, man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader, for cryin' out loud. Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy! So what's he complaining about? Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote. This guy comes up to me on the street and he tells me he hasn't had a bite in three days. Well, I knew what he meant, but just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein. And he's yelling and screaming and bleeding all over, and I'm like, "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding and screaming, "Aaaahhhh! AaaaahhhhOhhhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" You know, completely missing the irony of the whole situation. Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know? Anyway, um...um...where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought. Uh, well, uh, OK, anyway, I-I know it's kind of a roundabout way of saying it, but, I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is... I HATE SAUERKRAUT! That's all I'm really tryin' to say. And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandry, full of loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours, there's still a little place called Albuquerque! Albuquerque! Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) Albuquerque! (Albuquerque!) I said A! (A!) L! (L!) B! (B!) U! (U!) querque! (querque!) (Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque) (Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque) (Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque) (Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque) Al...buquerque! |
| Jun 18th, 2003 12:26 PM | |
| CastroMotorOil |
The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target Two times the devil with all the significance Dragged and raped for the love of a mob I can't stay - because I can't be stopped Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses Let me tell you how it's gonna be I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me Welcome to the same ol' fucking scam Same ol' shit in a dead fad Everybody wants to be so hard Are you real or a second rate sports card? They all lost their dad or their wife just died They never got to go outside - SHUT UP Nobody gives a fuck it doesn't change the fact that you suck Chorus (We are) The anti-cancer (We are) The only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) Bipolar gods (We are) You know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore Now I'm not pretty and I'm not cool But I'm fat and I'm ugly and proud - so fuck you Standing out is the new pretension Sreamline the (sic)ness, half-assed aggression You gotta see it to believe it, we all got conned All the mediocre sacred cows we spawned Put your trust in the mission We will not repent - this is our religion Chorus I AM HATED YOU ARE HATED WE ARE HATED Everything sucks and I can prove it Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it Idividuals, indispensable I'm the paradox deity vessel ...the other side holds no secret But this side is done, I don't need it Before you go, you should know you're breaking down You'll be rotten by the time you're underground Chorus (We Are) The source of conscience (We Are) Distorted sentients There's only one thing left And I can't leave until it's sated (We Are) The absolute (We Are) Controlling you They're closing in, I can't escape I AM HATED |
| Jun 18th, 2003 11:36 AM | |
| kellychaos |
Sam Stone came home to his wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves And left a little shrapnel in his knees But the morphine eased the pain And the grass grew 'round his brain And gave him all the confidence he lacked With a purple heart and a monkey on his back Chorus: There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose Little pitchers have big ears Don't stop to count the years Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm... Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long He went to work when he'd spent his last dime And soon he took to stealing when he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime And the gold rolled through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains And eased his mind in the hours that he chose While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples clothes Chorus Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon Climbing walls while sitting in a chair Well, he playes his last request while the room smelled just like death With an overdose hovering in the air But life had lost it's fun There was nothing to be done But to trade his house that he bought on the GI bill For a flag-draped casket on a local heroe's hill |
| Jun 17th, 2003 03:37 PM | |
| Ninjavenom |
Wake up my child, hope is here. With the vengeance, we have no time to bleed. My only world filled with fear. I never saw the sower of the seed. Where is the world we had. Who can ever save you and your little lives. A child guides a child guided child. A child is never guilty. But you should not run free... The grave is open, let us pray without remorse. Empty the cradle with fire for them once again. Why not look through your fingers what they've done. Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone.... Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done. Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe. If only we could wake up soon and scream. Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited, madness has a reason. Throw money at the problem and it will remain. Your life has no value for them, "violate me and this never ends. My children will then hate you too." The grave is open, let us pray without remorse. Empty the cradle with fire for them once again, tonight. Why not look through your fingers what they've done. Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone.... Now, when it seems that we have nothing to believe in. Maybe we should be waiting for the rock to come. For our children soon have nothing they should learn. The grave is open, let us pray without remorse. Empty the cradle with fire for them once again. Why not look through your fingers what they've done. Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone.... Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done. Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe. If only we could wake up soon and scream. Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done. Open your eyes and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe. If only we could wake up soon and scream. |
| Jun 16th, 2003 06:57 PM | |
| Les Waste |
Lyrics threads DO suck   I've got your picture Of me and you You wrote "I love you" I love you too I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do Oh it's in color Your hair is brown Your eyes are hazel And soft as clouds I often kiss you when there's no one else around I've got your picture, I've got your picture I'd like a million of them all 'round my cell I asked the doctor to take your picture So I can look at you from inside as well You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning 'round I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I've got your picture, I've got your picture I'd like a million of them all 'round my cell I want the doctor to take your picture So I can look at you from inside as well You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning 'round I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark Everyone around me is a total stranger Everyone avoids me like a psyched lone ranger Everyone That's why I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so (think so think so think so) Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so |
| Jun 16th, 2003 06:41 PM | |
| Grazzt |
sucker mcs and wargs beware and all you elf girls throw your hands in the air elf girls in the house say “whoaaaaa” and all the hobbits in the house say “bombadillo” all the dwarves in the house don't know that I tell tall tales like my man bilbo to the orcs in the house it’s on and all the wild men say “ghan-buri-ghan” all the ents in the house say “burarum” and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom from the east to far harad from the west to your backyard all the hobbits in the shire gather round the room and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom from the north to bagshot row from the south to tuckborough all the hobbits in the shire gather round the room and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom all you sucka MCs just can't compete with two hobbit rappers sportin furry feet. our style's wild, but our beats are tight everybody say ALRIGHT!!! and all you sucker MCs can't compare to a shire b-boy with shaggy hair. we're two hobbit rappers with the savoire-faire all you rohan riders put your fist in the air from the east to far harad from the west to your backyard all the hobbits in the shire gather round the room and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom from the north to bagshot row from the south to tuckborough all the hobbits in the shire gather round the room and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom L-O-R D to the S we turn out the party cause we are the best! you bring the ring, we'll pass the test we get the party moving, then we head for the west! I may look hick in my hat and vest but my rhymes are filled with flava and zest! Goldberry chills in B-dil's nest I rocked this verse he'll rock the next well I'm a mic-bearer; that's my quest I got some words to get off my chest Check my crib it's an elf-girl fest you wanna battle me I'll say hell yes we bring hip-hop satisfaction elf girls give us all the action point the mic at the crowd, what's your reaction? Lords of the Rhymes are the main attraction! so elf girls in the house shake that thing and all the hobbits in the house stand up and sing elf girls in the house do the humpty-hump and all the hobbits in the house get ready to jump! sucker mcs and wargs beware and all you elf girls throw your hands in the air elf girls in the house say “whoaaaaa” and all the hobbits in the house say “bombadillo” all the dwarves in the house don't know that I tell tall tales like my man bilbo to the orcs in the house it’s on and all the wild men say “ghan-buri-ghan” all the ents in the house say “burarum” and hear of nine-fingered frodo and the ring of doom There ain’t no party like a hobbit party, Cause a hobbit party don’t stop! There ain’t no party like a hobbit party, Cause a hobbit party don’t stop! |
| Jun 16th, 2003 06:24 PM | |
| Generator86 |
*9/11 Is A Joke* Love your country but hate your government Our freedoms are being sacrificed for freedom Now the President's men invented a boogeyman And we repaid their innocents in tenfold The first casualty of war is truth Our patriotism helps us forget the facts But our "heroes" can speak neither truth nor lie With their bodies spread over ten miles wide Fuck the well-oiled suits in their secret societies Fuck the scripted self-righteous media whores Fuck the eBay junkies peddling their wares A little souviner of the Tower's collapse Now your daddy's wallet thickens with your military decisions And your right hand man lays the pipes in the sand What was once big brother has become the big bully We have unleashed forces we cannot control through our arrogance and carelessness |
| Jun 16th, 2003 04:44 PM | |
| FlakTrooper |
oh well fefe fifi fofo fum i smell the blood of a scumdog english bum that limey sap needs a dirt nap he's got to perish on paperview for how much longer must we endure his winey winey crappy sappy musical manure i wanna slap that fag with a toe tag if you wont do it then i will morrisey must die morrisey must......die little green haired hags, shaped like duffel bags all think he's the cats meow but they'll need a brand new pin up twit when my thirty eight goes (pow pow pow) we should lethal needle,garrote, hang or bludgeon him too make the world a better place and my hyperspeed black and decker power tool will wipe that smug look off his face morrisey must die morrisey must.....die the highest court of public opinion finds the defendant morrisey and his swarmy skanky fanbase guilty of transgressions against man music and nature and hereby sentences the british bastard to death on payperview |
| Jun 16th, 2003 12:18 PM | |
| Protoclown |
THIS THREAD IS LIVING ON BORROWED TIME, KNOWUMSAYIN??? 
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| Jun 16th, 2003 12:49 AM | |
| Grazzt |
Into a strange new world, into the after all Your tears might find you've fallen too far Take another look, take another ride Can't we make them leave the hate behind? And I still believe in nothing Will we ever see the shape of tomorrow? Into the empty storm, into the formless loss of hope, Where we can forget the game And I still believe in nothing Will we ever see the cure for our sorrow? Nothing is sacred when no one is saved Nothing's forever so count your days Nothing is final and no one is real Pray for tomorrow and find your empty still Nothing is sacred when no one is saved Nothing's forever so count your days Nothing is final and no one is real Pray for tomorrow and find you're empty still Nothing! |
| Jun 16th, 2003 12:39 AM | |
| The Retro Kat |
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry, If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me (Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro Magnifico I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family, Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah No, no, no, no, no, no, no (Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters, Nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows Edit: what the fuck was i thinking, this should be here too. In the name of GWAR, in the name of love In the name of the blood dripping out of the sun I call out your God, till before me he stands But don't send me Jesus, he's only a man Meat Sandwich!!! I have come as a feral thing, clutching at your bloated underbelly Let the agony, of the is to be Be the shrieks, the warnings of the death screams Pummeling the wretched, crushing the defiler Pummeling the wretched-aye! Slay them all let them come, let them come, let them come They've come for Meat Sandwich (crucify) I have come as a feral thing, snapping at your bloated underbelly To crucify, shrieks of the crucified Let the agony, of the is to be Be the shrieks, the warning of the death screams Pummeling the wretched (you know who) Crushing the defiler (you know who you are) Pummeling the wretched-aye! (you know who) Slay them all let them come, let them come, let them come They come for Meat Sandwich! |
| Jun 16th, 2003 12:31 AM | |
| Grazzt | That would be blasphemy. What you really should do is remove HickMan's posts. |
| Jun 16th, 2003 12:16 AM | |
| Protoclown | Lyric threads suck. I should lock this. |
| Jun 15th, 2003 11:00 PM | |
| Ninjavenom |
Reach deep within where reality is hard to find Search in the corners of the winding mazes of your mind Seek out the treasures that open doors that some keep sealed Believe in your dreams and a wonderworld will be revealed Come to the boundless land somewhere inside your fantasies Built by dreams and magic the secret place that none have seen Chase the horizons, catch the illusion Remember the child within There's no tomorrow just sadness and sorrow Hold on to the Ancient Dreams Great kings and tyrants, unicorns and elflords Devils and demons, dungeons and dragons Phoenix is rising up from the ashes of the wind Born into glory, then back to ashes once again High flies the dragon, the ruler of the seven skies Riding the winds, not knowing that he just can't die Chase the horizons, catch the illusion Remember the child within There's no tomorrow just sadness and sorrow Hold on to the Ancient Dreams See how the wizard cast his spell with maddened eyes Using his magic to reach the heavenly skies Witness the alchemist turning all his lead to gold Try after try, begging that his fantasy will hold See how the rainbow bends it shape into the sea Follow the sign and your dreams will be reality Chase the horizons, catch the illusion Remember the child within There's no tomorrow just sadness and sorrow Hold on to the Ancient Dreams |
| Jun 15th, 2003 10:36 PM | |
| Grazzt |
Scream, Dracula, Scream! You are an educated rapper You can really rap your ass off You can really knock it out You are the greatest one of all Eazy E(tried to kill me) Eazy E(tried to kill me) Eazy E(tried to kill me) Eazy E(but you couldn't do it, g) Keep on playing that rap music Keep on moving on the jack move Jam harder like a magikist Rock harder like a magikist Eazy E(tried to kill me) Eazy E(tried to kill me) Eazy E(was fucking with me) Eazy E(but you couldn't kill me) Goddamn that Eazy E, that motherfucker tried to kill me! So what if I called you back from the dead, I sure as fuck didn't call you to try and choke me to death! I was all out of breath, had no energy left. Luckily that redneck came up with a shotgun and backhanded your ass. You think that you can jump into someone's body and kill me? You think just 'cause you're from Compton you can kill me? Just because you're dead you can kill me? Well, fuck you Eazy E! There's something you don't know about me. That's that I represent my city. Yeah yeah! I'm a real Columbus g. So if you want it bitch, then come and get some. I'll be sitting at the wafflehouse on 161. That's the wafflehouse just off 571. With a plate full of (?) between my legs and a score to settle with your punk ass. Eazy E! Eazy E! Please stop trying to fuck with me. Bitch. Rock, rap and roll will never die The music will pick you up The jam session will rock your artwork Rap, rock and roll will entertain your artistic talent Fuck you Eazy E Eazy E(tried to kill me) Eazy E(tried to kill me) Eazy E(tried to kill me) Eazy E(but he couldn't do it, g) Hardcore Rock over London, rock on Chicago Diet Pepsi, uh-huh Fuck Eazy E Tupac you be dead Stay dead bitch |
| Jun 15th, 2003 10:27 PM | |
| Jeanette X |
You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin' You keep losing when you oughta not bet You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin' What's right is right but you ain't been right yet These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt, hah Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah And what he knows you ain't had time to learn These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you Are you ready, boots? Start walkin' |
| Jun 15th, 2003 10:09 PM | |
| Les Waste |
This song rules This being of age old grace, architect Holocaust Moss back, Antideluvian data plate Embedded and preserved, expired, current departed Lyrics crash across ya head, now unzippen ya face Former antique, kissing crocodiles, flight bound Tear open ya flesh like presents and thinner nightgowns Tut slow down, you'll never catch Mr. Applebee In some flaming town, you'll bury yaself, the greediest Death before riches, kingdom of good barbarians Circumstances of development leading up to the previous Where the day takes you, placed within the sun Crush all the village cowards, devour 'til sin is done One bag of bones, children gather, Easter egg hunt Afterwards, fruit, bon-bons and safari punch Branded hollow planet, period of adjustment Back to the hanging gardens and lavish the fake lunch Plantation memories, stone monolith choicebound Hoist down the use of human beings of voice sound In the prairie fields, the poppies blow All the crosses, row and row They are the dead, short days ago They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow The torch be yours, to hold it high If ye break faith with us, who dies? Loved and were loved, and now they lie cuz they didn't live life, from the ground to the sky [Chorus 3X:] Silver ants and golden beetles crawling throughout my paragraphs Father architect, to peal the lemon and share a drag Snow creek lime, draw lyrics that float and colorize Butterscotch ladybugs, candy-cane butterflies In-line skates in a pillowcase, swinging at ya face The sound through a combination of sounds or it's representation In writing or printing, the text of a vocal theme Salamander slithers into a stream where glitters fiend Calm unique, cinema fantastique, the true castle We build the new chapples, still bobbing for blue apples Tackle and shackle, recycling wordage and best far The Titantic artifacts on waterfront restaurant World War 3, entrees, pickled and cripple me Aqua-taxi verbalism torch, ticketed separately Ice laid in waters, all thrill to the heroic Hair pins, twists and turns, bottles exploded Tomorrow land, news flash, Baskin Robbins and Hagen Das Lens Crafter articles cleansing open ya noggin flaws Views of marine life, mystifyingly true Rob ya scores of curiousities, it's just a rhyming see-through Flew first class, ideal baby pandas, koalas Go mix Pina Coladas and experience my Kitanas Those Mephostophales, Beezelbub, Lucifierian lifestyle Black mambo, king snake, desert gecko, the cowardly Waffle show club, foot polly, slobbing for penny Dirty six-legged pigs from New Guinea, Eric and Minnie For the jealous always tell us that the enemy envies hatred And the deciteful lust read it, shed off infinity facelifts Takes one to know, land mammals return to sea and the water turns to blood, chew cotton candy with glee [Chorus 2X] Hang 'em high, dripping, overlooking the rolling vineyards Sunset stroll, hand-picked the green raisins Rocky mountain strawberries, leisure suit for the tastebuds My speech rinses flesh from the fossils of seenications Seem patient, wasting time now, slim-fitten crewmen The insects and the creatures tell riddles of dim-witted humans One man aircraft carrier, personelle No drinking during the sermon, extinguish the serpent tail What mockery have thee traded for thy precious soul? The voice being starfruit or dragon fruit, re-evaluate choice Merry-go-rounds, monkey bars, neck climbs and curvy slides Balance beams and hide-aways, all examined my thirty rhymes Interactive play areas, reservations required Free wheelchair strollers and lockers for aiming higher Plus elite catering, remarkeable tasting menu and every dollar that you spend enables it to continue Never will concede, just work hard, determined Either/or suburban or urban, Italian, German Spanish, French, African, Oriental and Russian Samoan Irish bagpipes wrestle with the precussion Party hats, balloons and crazy string, confeti Open field exhibit Caravans, lyrical Serenghetti Over night camping trip, foes will disappear Heavy paragraphs, clear and truthfully engineered [Chorus 2X] |
| Jun 15th, 2003 10:04 PM | |
| Schimid |
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Turtles count it off! One, Two, Three, Four! Turtles! Mutant chain reaction. Turtles! Livin' underground. Turtles! Ninjitsu action. Turtles! It's a shell of a town. Turtles count it off! One! Live by the code of the martial arts. Two! Never fight unless someone else starts. Three! Always stick together no matter what. Four! If all else fails then it's time to KICK BUTT! I love bein' (I love bein') I love bein' (I love bein') I love being a Turtle! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Turtles count it off! One, Two, Three, Four! Turtles! There's no one better. Turtles! Watch out for Shredder. Turtles! They're like no others. Turtles! Those teenage brothers. One, Two, Three, Four! One, Two, Three, Four! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! 
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| Jun 15th, 2003 10:02 PM | |
| Les Waste |
*Left Channel* Make sure! Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere I can do anything tonight It's in neon lights an' global rights Frank? He's on the phone There ain't no German girl outside But who cares when its warm inside? With music Special mystery of music tragically Exchanging slaves for majesties Modern waves of tragedy Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots A shiny grey mexican suit The blue eyed traffic can sashay by 'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai The kick-out traffic goes creaking by I smash my glass and shout shanghi My drummer friend comes shooting by He said Errol Flynn will never die Oh no! Who am I to question why? And are you lonesome tonight And do ya need a country cowboy Who's just thin and tight in those Brrrr bus depot jeans With a squirt resistant stud stud Hey stoner Get over there in the spliffbunker one Becos London Bridge was sold somehow But it was too old anyhow When Uncle Sam has broken down We'll make him down in old Japan Say yeee Well there ain't no better blend Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men Where the wind blows I ain't seen none like that scenery You can see from a bus if you pay the price Wave my arms around Flag one of those taxi's maybe I saw a girl somewhere somehow Forever sticks in my mind somehow I've just got three lines And a pair of two's Like a lucky roll of dice that you You cast *Right Channel* If music could talk! Which means Whatever your mind can bring Likethe apple fell off the tree Pah! Fell right on his head Yeah many years ago There was a man who said I am a shaman A voodoo shaman Got in trouble so he's going out Mixing up and Haiti! Oh! And the crickets Buddy Holly said it was Brrr Brrr yiii! If music could talk you know I feel kinda lonely Standing out on the floor Of Electric Ladyland... Cos this is a good question Samson Are you partly Arabic? Chi man! Whatcho all about I don't want to I can't hope to Say it all in one go Occasionally once or twice A day I feel alive enough to say Let's hear what the drummerman's Got to say about He said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not? Sept 12 until October If they pack 2 piece Colt pair of shoots We got the shiny grey Mexican suits I'm just wasting a great big Corporation and the entire fund The girders of Wall Street And thetemples of money And the high priests Of the expense account And Im wasting the whole thing I come down in Yamaha-ha They make the best pianos-time to step-up |
| Jun 15th, 2003 09:58 PM | |
| UnDeath |
Wrap the wire round the neck, pull it tight to suffocate. His mouth is spewing steaming blood. Hang the body with a cord, gag his mouth with shards of steel. He doesn't know tha pain he'll feel. Interwoven deadly spikes, tightening cables, lacerate. Assorted gashes open wide. Ruptured veins are gushing blood, scraps of skin are flying off. The body of the helpless prey. Jagged cable binds, you scream, no escape. Metal barbs tearing at you, rend your flesh. Tear apart the tendons, wire chokes the victim. Shred away his features, shred away his being. Rip the tissue from the body, rend your flesh. Lacerate, sharp spikes rip. Mutilate, pierce the skin. Mummified in barbed wire. Breathing stops. Life expires. Mummified in barbed wire. Metal binds as you die. Tangled in a web of pain, no escape. Blood seeps through the metal sheath, saw-like noose. Tear apart the tendons, wire chokes the victim, shred away his features, shred away his being, gleaming cords encase the corpse. No escape. Lacerate, sharp spikes rip. Mutilate, pierce the skin. Mummified in barbed wire. Breathing stops. Life expires. Mummified in barbed wire. Metal binds as you die. Steel wraps your face, Blood soaks the steel. Bound in wire, soon to die, life choked out, bleed to death. Mummified in barbed wire. |
| Jun 15th, 2003 09:47 PM | |
| HickMan |
Yo, VIP, Let's kick it! Ice Ice Baby Ice Ice Baby All right stop Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo--I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle. Dance Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less that the best is a felony Love it or leave it You better gain way You better hit bull's eye The kid dont play If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X) Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby Waving just to say HI Did you stop? No--I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo--so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave. Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine Reading for the chumps on the wall The Chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine-- All I heard were shells Fallin on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed I'm tryin to get away before the jackers jacke Police on the scene You know what I mean They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X) Take heed, 'caese I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed This is a hell of a concept We make it hype and you want to step with this Shay palays on the fade, slice it like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast Other DJ's say, "Damn" If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem Yo--I'll solve it! Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it. Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X) Yo man--let's get out of here! Word to your mother! Ice Ice baby Too Cold Ice Ice baby Too Cold Too cold (3X) |
| Jun 15th, 2003 09:44 PM | |
| Ihach |
put that gun to my temple put that gun to my heart make me walk off the plank chi cha all always in to the dark ch- A I D S H I V i cannot wait to die can’t you tell can’t you tell can’t you tell never finish my degree cha chi never play with the Pogues throw my head out the window and cement my feet into the dark |
| Jun 15th, 2003 09:41 PM | |
| HickMan | How does it feel To treat me like you do When you've laid your hands upon me And told me who you are I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how do I feel Chorus: How does it feel How should I feel Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do Those who came before me Lived through their vocations From the past until completion They will turn away no more And I still find it so hard To say what I need to say But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today I see a ship in the harbor I can and shall obey But if it wasn't for your misfortunes I'd be a heavenly person today And I thought I was mistaken And I thought I heard you speak Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how should I feel Now I stand here waiting I thought I told you to leave me While I walked down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold |
| Jun 15th, 2003 09:14 PM | |
| Ninjavenom |
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| Jun 15th, 2003 08:32 PM | |
| Grazzt |
Weigh anchor, hoist the sails Cruisin' for booty on watery trails No exploiter we see can still sail on Our cannons fire till his ship goes down Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shall burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands Our engagements are tough, but only for defence Carefully we sail around the reefs To force those die-hards to their knees Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shall burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger Coming through the waves to free all the captives Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics We're the menace, the curse of the sea We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee Fly our flag, we teach them fear Capture them, the end is near Firing guns they shall burn Surrender or fight there's no return Under Jolly Roger |
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