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OK, I thought this thread was going to be just about your favorite line from a song. Not the entire song.
But, hey I'm game.....(although I'd prefer song snippets....maybe then I'd actually read every post)
Alice In Chains
-Dirt
I Have Never Felt Such Frustration
Or Lack Of Self Control
I Want You To Kill Me
And Dig Me Under, I Wanna Live No More
One Who Doesn't Care Is One Who Shouldn't Be
I've Tried To Hide Myself From What Is
Wrong For Me, For Me
I Want To Taste Dirty, A Stinging Pistol
In My Mouth, On My Tongue
I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls
And Go Crazy Like You've Made Me
You, You Are So Special
You Have The Talent To
Make Me Feel Like Dirt
And You, You Use Your
Talent To Dig Me Under
And Cover Me With Dirt
But, hey I'm game.....(although I'd prefer song snippets....maybe then I'd actually read every post)
Alice In Chains
-Dirt
I Have Never Felt Such Frustration
Or Lack Of Self Control
I Want You To Kill Me
And Dig Me Under, I Wanna Live No More
One Who Doesn't Care Is One Who Shouldn't Be
I've Tried To Hide Myself From What Is
Wrong For Me, For Me
I Want To Taste Dirty, A Stinging Pistol
In My Mouth, On My Tongue
I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls
And Go Crazy Like You've Made Me
You, You Are So Special
You Have The Talent To
Make Me Feel Like Dirt
And You, You Use Your
Talent To Dig Me Under
And Cover Me With Dirt
taken from HAïR, an American Tribal Rock musical
Ain't got no grass
Ain't got no acid
Ain't got no clothes
Ain't got no pad
Ain't got no apples
Ain't got no knives
Ain't got no guns
Ain't got no garbage
Ain't got no draft card, burned it, burned it, burned it.
Ain't got no earth, ain't got no fun,
Ain't got no bike, ain't got no pimples,
Ain't got no trees, ain't got no air
Ain't got no water, city, banjo, toothpicks,
Shoelaces, teachers, football, telephone,
Records, doctors, brother, sister,
Uniforms, machine guns, airplanes, germs,
M-1, bang bang bang
M-2, bang bang bang
A-bombs, H-bombs, P-bombs, Q-bombs,
Chinese, Czechs, Hindus, Bindus,
Italianos, Polacks, Germans,
Youse Jews, ups and downs,
Vietnam, Johnson, high school, sex,
Coffee, books, food, scissors, magazines, news, cigarettes,
Hollywood, T.V., Tuesday Weld, Burton-Taylor,
Pop art, pop off, popcorn, Popsicle,
Andy Warpop, pop paper, pop up, Popeye,
Poppers, napalm, England, outer space,
Astronauts, Jesus, air air air air air,
Air, air....
Don't ask me where I got that from..
Ain't got no grass
Ain't got no acid
Ain't got no clothes
Ain't got no pad
Ain't got no apples
Ain't got no knives
Ain't got no guns
Ain't got no garbage
Ain't got no draft card, burned it, burned it, burned it.
Ain't got no earth, ain't got no fun,
Ain't got no bike, ain't got no pimples,
Ain't got no trees, ain't got no air
Ain't got no water, city, banjo, toothpicks,
Shoelaces, teachers, football, telephone,
Records, doctors, brother, sister,
Uniforms, machine guns, airplanes, germs,
M-1, bang bang bang
M-2, bang bang bang
A-bombs, H-bombs, P-bombs, Q-bombs,
Chinese, Czechs, Hindus, Bindus,
Italianos, Polacks, Germans,
Youse Jews, ups and downs,
Vietnam, Johnson, high school, sex,
Coffee, books, food, scissors, magazines, news, cigarettes,
Hollywood, T.V., Tuesday Weld, Burton-Taylor,
Pop art, pop off, popcorn, Popsicle,
Andy Warpop, pop paper, pop up, Popeye,
Poppers, napalm, England, outer space,
Astronauts, Jesus, air air air air air,
Air, air....
Don't ask me where I got that from..
Bloodhound Gang - Lift Your Head Up High
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Do you still go to raves?
Do you think that Christ saves?
Do you spend your days in a Purple Haze?
Do you contemplate what a grape nut is?
Or could you live drinkin' your own whiz?
Are you hooked on a feeling are you hooked on gin-n-tonics?
Are you hooked on fistin are you hooked on phonics?
Did you ever have sex with a box of Kleenex?
Did you like the movie Malcolm X?
Or do you own a record by Stryper?
Do you have a mongoloid cousin wearin' diapers?
Were you born and raised in New Jersey?
Did you like the taste of Crystal Pepsi?
Are you deaf?
Well if you are you can't hear me
But what's the use of living if your ear's be?
Broken even if I spoke clearly
You're still not able to hear me
Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel cause your life ain't ****
No take that towel and hang yourself with it
Life's short and hard like a body-building elf
So save the planet and kill yourself
If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Does your girlfriend look like the chick from M*A*S*H?
Dead ringer for Klinger with a thicker mustache?
When you're at a get-together does everybody always ask?
Ain't no Halloween party why's she wearin' that mask?
Does she got more Chins than the Chinese phone book?
Would you rather make out with a rusty fish hook?
Does she stick to linoleum when she squats?
Does she look pregnant although she's not?
Did you first see your boyfriend on Cops?
Or at a Star Trek convention or on top?
Of your best friend or maybe at Wendy's?
Workin' third shift late New Years' Eve?
Does he live under a bridge scare kids and kill squirrels?
Does he do kegstands until he hurls?
Could a blind man mistake his complexion for Braille
Does he have time to sit around and wait for the mail
Life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel cause your life ain't ****
No take that towel and hang yourself with it
Life's short and hard like a body-building elf
So save the planet and kill yourself
If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
So take your life instead of taking it for granted
I'm thinking you should can it I think I'll help you plan it
Live today like it's gonna be your last
Hang out blow your mind have yourself a gas
I hope you take this the wrong way
And misinterpret what I say
Rewind and let me reverse
Backwards like Judas Preist first did
Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel cause your life ain't ****
No take that towel and hang yourself with it
Life's short and hard like a body-building elf
So save the planet and kill yourself
If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Fireslash - Clutch rules
. That song is a riot.
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Do you still go to raves?
Do you think that Christ saves?
Do you spend your days in a Purple Haze?
Do you contemplate what a grape nut is?
Or could you live drinkin' your own whiz?
Are you hooked on a feeling are you hooked on gin-n-tonics?
Are you hooked on fistin are you hooked on phonics?
Did you ever have sex with a box of Kleenex?
Did you like the movie Malcolm X?
Or do you own a record by Stryper?
Do you have a mongoloid cousin wearin' diapers?
Were you born and raised in New Jersey?
Did you like the taste of Crystal Pepsi?
Are you deaf?
Well if you are you can't hear me
But what's the use of living if your ear's be?
Broken even if I spoke clearly
You're still not able to hear me
Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel cause your life ain't ****
No take that towel and hang yourself with it
Life's short and hard like a body-building elf
So save the planet and kill yourself
If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Does your girlfriend look like the chick from M*A*S*H?
Dead ringer for Klinger with a thicker mustache?
When you're at a get-together does everybody always ask?
Ain't no Halloween party why's she wearin' that mask?
Does she got more Chins than the Chinese phone book?
Would you rather make out with a rusty fish hook?
Does she stick to linoleum when she squats?
Does she look pregnant although she's not?
Did you first see your boyfriend on Cops?
Or at a Star Trek convention or on top?
Of your best friend or maybe at Wendy's?
Workin' third shift late New Years' Eve?
Does he live under a bridge scare kids and kill squirrels?
Does he do kegstands until he hurls?
Could a blind man mistake his complexion for Braille
Does he have time to sit around and wait for the mail
Life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel cause your life ain't ****
No take that towel and hang yourself with it
Life's short and hard like a body-building elf
So save the planet and kill yourself
If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
So take your life instead of taking it for granted
I'm thinking you should can it I think I'll help you plan it
Live today like it's gonna be your last
Hang out blow your mind have yourself a gas
I hope you take this the wrong way
And misinterpret what I say
Rewind and let me reverse
Backwards like Judas Preist first did
Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel cause your life ain't ****
No take that towel and hang yourself with it
Life's short and hard like a body-building elf
So save the planet and kill yourself
If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Fireslash - Clutch rules
. That song is a riot.
Everclear - Overwhelming
It can come from out of nowhere,
hit you when you're safe and warm.
Take it easy my star, your time is gonna come.
Your time is gonna come.
Yeah, you got those crazy blue eyes,
you got those crazy blues.
All those pretty smiles,
I can see them laughing at you.
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come.
I don't wanna be your punching bag,
your complacent little princess, all tragic and sad.
I'm not gonna let you overwhelm me anymore.
Yeah, you say you got this bad thing, you say you've got it bad.
You have broken every heart of every friend you've ever had.
Yeah, the time is gonna come when all your friends just go away.
I wonder why you stick around, sometimes I wish you would leave.
You say you love me forever, then you spit on me.
Your time is gonna come,
I swear, your time is gonna come.
I don't want to be your whipping boy.
Yes, your happy little loser, someone you can ignore.
I'm not gonna let you overwhelm me anymore.
I'm not gonna let you hurt me anymore.
I'm not gonna let you hit me anymore.
No, I will not let you kick me anymore.
I will not let you overwhelm me anymore.
It can come from out of nowhere.
I don't want to be your simple saving grace,
just another little victim with a happy face.
Someday, someday soon, somebody's gonna come,
I hope they do this to you.
I'm not gonna let you overwhelm me.
I will not let you hurt me anymore.
No, I will not let you hit me anymore.
I will not let you twist me anymore.
No, I will not let you turn me inside out.
It can come from out of nowhere,
hit you when you're safe and warm.
Take it easy my star, your time is gonna come.
Your time is gonna come.
Yeah, you got those crazy blue eyes,
you got those crazy blues.
All those pretty smiles,
I can see them laughing at you.
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come.
I don't wanna be your punching bag,
your complacent little princess, all tragic and sad.
I'm not gonna let you overwhelm me anymore.
Yeah, you say you got this bad thing, you say you've got it bad.
You have broken every heart of every friend you've ever had.
Yeah, the time is gonna come when all your friends just go away.
I wonder why you stick around, sometimes I wish you would leave.
You say you love me forever, then you spit on me.
Your time is gonna come,
I swear, your time is gonna come.
I don't want to be your whipping boy.
Yes, your happy little loser, someone you can ignore.
I'm not gonna let you overwhelm me anymore.
I'm not gonna let you hurt me anymore.
I'm not gonna let you hit me anymore.
No, I will not let you kick me anymore.
I will not let you overwhelm me anymore.
It can come from out of nowhere.
I don't want to be your simple saving grace,
just another little victim with a happy face.
Someday, someday soon, somebody's gonna come,
I hope they do this to you.
I'm not gonna let you overwhelm me.
I will not let you hurt me anymore.
No, I will not let you hit me anymore.
I will not let you twist me anymore.
No, I will not let you turn me inside out.
Y
Yellow5
Guest
"Emerald" by The Tea Party
Confess what you crave
a life without pain
you'd kill for the taste
But the hurt still remains
Still they don't know who you are
Just be still my emerald
I'll be waiting for you
Do exactly what your told
I'll be waiting for you
Ashamed by the threats
you pierce the embrace
afraid and alone
In a dark lonely place
did you alway want to be
did they try to steal your soul
did they hurt you with deceit
can't you come in from the cold
bestill my emerald
I'll be waiting for you
Confess what you crave
a life without pain
you'd kill for the taste
But the hurt still remains
Still they don't know who you are
Just be still my emerald
I'll be waiting for you
Do exactly what your told
I'll be waiting for you
Ashamed by the threats
you pierce the embrace
afraid and alone
In a dark lonely place
did you alway want to be
did they try to steal your soul
did they hurt you with deceit
can't you come in from the cold
bestill my emerald
I'll be waiting for you
Band : KoRn
Album : Life Is Peachy
Song : K@#$%
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**** you titty suckin' two balled bitch with a fat green
clit. My big conhoto bitch. Oh ****, ****ing ass licking piss sucking ****,
these nuts on your lips Kentucky fried Kung-Pao clits
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a ****, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
Saggy tits swinging between your fat crusty armpits. Big ass hairy
mole between your ***** lips. **** **** cock dick **** tit barf piss. Balls
ass pecker quief oh **** **** bitch, damn ****ing diarrhea slut with hips...
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a ****, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
I have fought to find somethin' to say
But now I've found somethin' to say
**** you
Punk ass bitch
**** you
Punk ass bitch
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a ****, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
****
****
****
Bitch
ahhhh
this only because I couldn't find sum other songs.
Wank tangerine spedeo rux0rs
whoever did the hed PE song rux0rs
aand Dope NIN rux0rs too
Album : Life Is Peachy
Song : K@#$%
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**** you titty suckin' two balled bitch with a fat green
clit. My big conhoto bitch. Oh ****, ****ing ass licking piss sucking ****,
these nuts on your lips Kentucky fried Kung-Pao clits
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a ****, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
Saggy tits swinging between your fat crusty armpits. Big ass hairy
mole between your ***** lips. **** **** cock dick **** tit barf piss. Balls
ass pecker quief oh **** **** bitch, damn ****ing diarrhea slut with hips...
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a ****, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
I have fought to find somethin' to say
But now I've found somethin' to say
**** you
Punk ass bitch
**** you
Punk ass bitch
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a ****, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
****
****
****
Bitch
ahhhh
this only because I couldn't find sum other songs.
Wank tangerine spedeo rux0rs
whoever did the hed PE song rux0rs
aand Dope NIN rux0rs too
Lizard Of Oz
Demented Avenger
I love you
You love me
We're a happy family
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too?
I love you
You love me
We're best friends
Like friends should be
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too?
-- Barney
You love me
We're a happy family
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too?
I love you
You love me
We're best friends
Like friends should be
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too?
-- Barney
Lizard Of Oz
Demented Avenger
I guess you think you're pretty speeshul........butt-face .......
Strapping Young Lad - Happy Camper (Carpe B.U.M.)
You pretentious ****ing losers
You've got nothing at all
You've got your fingers in your *******
And your hand on the call
And you talk such ****ing horse****
That it's hard to believe
That you almost make careers out of being naive
You, you are a ****er 'cause you sold my guitar
You, you are a ****er, seeking fortune in bars
You, you are a ****er, 'cause you say such stupid ****
I've got a better line in pocket lint
That what you've done with it
So if you are an ******* who pretends to be a friend
Then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending
And now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper?
Why yes, I have become a ****ing happy camper!
I hate your ****ing faces and your trendy cut hair
I hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere
Because its use is just the same as what I **** into the bowl
Just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole
I hate your loser friends who only come out when it's right
I hate that when it's down you run instead of fight
I'm set to think your lot in life to test the stronger ones
Will just require some chicken **** and also sneakers for the run
I dig it away, the **** you puked instead of swallowed
In an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load
So when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper
And yes, I will become a ****ing happy camper!
Stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane
Wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again
Where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick
Your flaw will send, the **** you call your business
To the place that is your end
Stuck in the winter, cold and wet
Your stupid friends have come and went
And you're left behind with your idiot job
And it's far from a prize, you ****ing dink
... you're a ****ing dink... yeah!
...how's this for punk? Dink!
...suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a human being
... you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... You've also got a lot of balls to dick with someone else's life, you ****ing pseudo ghetto "boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta" wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bull****! Thank Christ you don't have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to intimidate others, **** for brains. Shut the **** up, and get out of your parents' house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake, quit being such a ****ing sheep!!! Now grow the hell up!!!
...dink
I let it get me down because you're in it for the glory
And I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story
And this whole L.A. Rock thing
That the malls are buying up
It doesn't work, it doesn't work
It's so inbred I might throw up...
And now I'm put into the middle
With the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up
Hearing, "hey, man, punk... Let's have more punk!"
So here I am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tell
That either way my music's **** and it ain't ever going to sell
So if you've got the gall to take this **** blown up your ass
And you've got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in mass
Then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper
I'll sit and write you songs and be a ****ing happy camper
Yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk
The smaller points so I can give it all and save you work
You say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper...
Well then, ****
...I guess I am a ****ing
...happy
...****ing
...camper
.......Strapping Young Lad - Happy Camper (Carpe B.U.M.)
You pretentious ****ing losers
You've got nothing at all
You've got your fingers in your *******
And your hand on the call
And you talk such ****ing horse****
That it's hard to believe
That you almost make careers out of being naive
You, you are a ****er 'cause you sold my guitar
You, you are a ****er, seeking fortune in bars
You, you are a ****er, 'cause you say such stupid ****
I've got a better line in pocket lint
That what you've done with it
So if you are an ******* who pretends to be a friend
Then get your ass in music, you'll be set to the end, ending
And now you've got the nerve to ask me about my temper?
Why yes, I have become a ****ing happy camper!
I hate your ****ing faces and your trendy cut hair
I hate the fact you think your job will go anywhere
Because its use is just the same as what I **** into the bowl
Just like the mess between your ears is like the mess in my hole
I hate your loser friends who only come out when it's right
I hate that when it's down you run instead of fight
I'm set to think your lot in life to test the stronger ones
Will just require some chicken **** and also sneakers for the run
I dig it away, the **** you puked instead of swallowed
In an attempt to try and find the dick instead of the load
So when you move and stand aside my mood will hamper
And yes, I will become a ****ing happy camper!
Stuck in endless winter with your press to keep you sane
Wait for useless numbers to grow useful once again
Where the heat will come again, your flaw grows sick
Your flaw will send, the **** you call your business
To the place that is your end
Stuck in the winter, cold and wet
Your stupid friends have come and went
And you're left behind with your idiot job
And it's far from a prize, you ****ing dink
... you're a ****ing dink... yeah!
...how's this for punk? Dink!
...suck my cock, you pathetic excuse for a human being
... you're a neurotic, homophobic, racist dork... You've also got a lot of balls to dick with someone else's life, you ****ing pseudo ghetto "boy in the hood" middle class white spoiled rotten bored "gangsta" wanna-be hunk of regenerated red neck bull****! Thank Christ you don't have to rely on that staggering intellect or dynamic personality to intimidate others, **** for brains. Shut the **** up, and get out of your parents' house and get a real job, you putz, and for god's sake, quit being such a ****ing sheep!!! Now grow the hell up!!!
...dink
I let it get me down because you're in it for the glory
And I'd rather leave with reason than go dying for a story
And this whole L.A. Rock thing
That the malls are buying up
It doesn't work, it doesn't work
It's so inbred I might throw up...
And now I'm put into the middle
With the contracts and the bunk, and I always end up
Hearing, "hey, man, punk... Let's have more punk!"
So here I am to do a favour, save some hassle kiss and tell
That either way my music's **** and it ain't ever going to sell
So if you've got the gall to take this **** blown up your ass
And you've got the cash and balls to pump the same crap out in mass
Then hell, I'll stand aside and with your plans I'll never tamper
I'll sit and write you songs and be a ****ing happy camper
Yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses you will lurk
The smaller points so I can give it all and save you work
You say an album's not an album without issues left to hamper...
Well then, ****
...I guess I am a ****ing
...happy
...****ing
...camper
Authority Zero- Sky's The Limit (A fantastic song from a rockin' local band! They're gonna be huge!) Get some mp3s off their site at the Authority Zero site!
Yeah!
Every single day when I get out of bed
The chances are I'm gonna wind up dead
Don't you know that it'll be alright?
What I don't know about is bottoming out
On an obsession putting me up on a mountain side
Up on high, yeah that's right
Look down I see, all the distance around
Staring back at me, wondering why
What I see makes it hard to believe
Birds-eye-view of terrain open wide!
Go, Go to the Sky
Devote and try
Don't you want to believe?
Go, Go to the Sky
Devote your life
No boundaries!
Now taking a chance, what a better way
At least you tried, that's more than a lot can say
Thinking will only take you so far
Freedom unbinding, binding your feet again
What a better to get up and on
An environment to conquer and carve
No boundaries, what a maze of trees
With an opening so deep inside
No sketchin' on a session
You wanted a world of progression
And we're just trying to make it out alive!
Here on this day, don't turn away, fed up with just saying I might
Now out on a limb, there's no giving in, and we're not gonna take it this time
Well here upon this day, I won't turn away
I'm fed up with just saying I might
Now out on a limb, there's no giving in, and I'm not gonna take it this time
Out there in the clear, wrapped around by a blistering degree
I'm on top of the world, and serene
Wide-awake, wide-awake, are we? Are we?
Now what in the hell, what am I supposed to do?
Just turn around and regret it or press on and make it through
See life is a lesson, one big ****ing session
And it's right there in front of you!
Yeah!
Every single day when I get out of bed
The chances are I'm gonna wind up dead
Don't you know that it'll be alright?
What I don't know about is bottoming out
On an obsession putting me up on a mountain side
Up on high, yeah that's right
Look down I see, all the distance around
Staring back at me, wondering why
What I see makes it hard to believe
Birds-eye-view of terrain open wide!
Go, Go to the Sky
Devote and try
Don't you want to believe?
Go, Go to the Sky
Devote your life
No boundaries!
Now taking a chance, what a better way
At least you tried, that's more than a lot can say
Thinking will only take you so far
Freedom unbinding, binding your feet again
What a better to get up and on
An environment to conquer and carve
No boundaries, what a maze of trees
With an opening so deep inside
No sketchin' on a session
You wanted a world of progression
And we're just trying to make it out alive!
Here on this day, don't turn away, fed up with just saying I might
Now out on a limb, there's no giving in, and we're not gonna take it this time
Well here upon this day, I won't turn away
I'm fed up with just saying I might
Now out on a limb, there's no giving in, and I'm not gonna take it this time
Out there in the clear, wrapped around by a blistering degree
I'm on top of the world, and serene
Wide-awake, wide-awake, are we? Are we?
Now what in the hell, what am I supposed to do?
Just turn around and regret it or press on and make it through
See life is a lesson, one big ****ing session
And it's right there in front of you!
well, i find this quite fun, so I got two more for ya...
D-12- Fight Music (yes, I like them, i am born rap addict, there is no way I can't like them)
[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do ****
Whenever you hear some **** and you can't refuse it
It's just some ****, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do ****
The type of **** that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new ****
The type of **** that causes mass confusion
and drastic movement of people actin stupid
[Kon Artis]
I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music!
[Bizarre]
You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh)
Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch)
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I ****in hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
**** your love songs
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack]
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin out this ****in club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
But **** it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music
[Swifty McVay]
I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
Came back and ****ed up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
It's fight music!
[Kuniva]
These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin
**** fight music, bitch this is losin your life music!
[Eminem]
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
and hypocrites who think the same **** but don't say ****
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
You mother****ers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
I came to save these new generations of babies
from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..
[Chorus]
It's fight music!
D-12- Fight Music (yes, I like them, i am born rap addict, there is no way I can't like them)
[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do ****
Whenever you hear some **** and you can't refuse it
It's just some ****, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do ****
The type of **** that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new ****
The type of **** that causes mass confusion
and drastic movement of people actin stupid
[Kon Artis]
I come to every club with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"
A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight music!
[Bizarre]
You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh)
Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch)
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
I ****in hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
**** your love songs
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
Show you machine gun funk
Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack]
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you runnin out this ****in club in your drawers
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
But **** it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
It's fight music
[Swifty McVay]
I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?"
I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
Came back and ****ed up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
It's fight music!
[Kuniva]
These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin
**** fight music, bitch this is losin your life music!
[Eminem]
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
and hypocrites who think the same **** but don't say ****
You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
You mother****ers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
I came to save these new generations of babies
from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..
[Chorus]
It's fight music!
The Strokes- Last Nite (heard 'em on the radio!)
Last nite she said
Oh baby I feel so down
When you turn me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned round
Oh baby don't care no more
I know this for sure
I'm walking out that door
Well I've been in town for just about fifteen minutes now
And baby I feel so down
And I don't know why
I've been walking for miles
And people they don't understand
Your girlfriends they can't understand
Your grandsons they won't understand
On top of this I ain't ever gonna understand
Last nite she said
Oh baby don't feel so down
When you turn me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned round,
Oh baby gonna be alright
It was a great big lie
Coz I left that night
Yeah
Oh people they don't understand
No girlfriends they don't understand
In spaceships they won't understand
And me I ain't ever gonna understand
Last nite she said
Oh baby I feel so down
She could turn me off
When I feel left out
So I turned round
Oh little girl I don't care no more
I know it's for sure
I'm walking out that door, yeah
Last nite she said
Oh baby I feel so down
When you turn me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned round
Oh baby don't care no more
I know this for sure
I'm walking out that door
Well I've been in town for just about fifteen minutes now
And baby I feel so down
And I don't know why
I've been walking for miles
And people they don't understand
Your girlfriends they can't understand
Your grandsons they won't understand
On top of this I ain't ever gonna understand
Last nite she said
Oh baby don't feel so down
When you turn me off
When I feel left out
So I, I turned round,
Oh baby gonna be alright
It was a great big lie
Coz I left that night
Yeah
Oh people they don't understand
No girlfriends they don't understand
In spaceships they won't understand
And me I ain't ever gonna understand
Last nite she said
Oh baby I feel so down
She could turn me off
When I feel left out
So I turned round
Oh little girl I don't care no more
I know it's for sure
I'm walking out that door, yeah
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
****ing leech
you've been told a million times now
sick best describes you mind
bitching at the ones who still care
****ING CREEP
i'm so disgusted inside
ALTAMIRA hijo de puta
[not] everything's allright everything's just fine
everything's allright but that's a lie
****ing leech
always looking down on others not like you
full of yourself so full
your pathetic ways won't ever change
****ING CREEP
why does it have to be you YOU
NOW YOU LISTEN UP
i will not tolerate your disrespect and you self-centered and ****ed-upattitude anymore
you will apologise for all the years of bitching and lying
to the people who were always there for you
who the hell do you think you are?
who the hell do you think is blindness?
i got something for you
you ain't ****
HIJO DE PUTA
oh you wouldn't no you wouldn't do that
Radiohead - My Iron Lung (from the album "The Bends")
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Hed PE - Killing Time (from the album "Broke")
Baby, I am a survivor
Baby, I'm on fire
Baby, I'm bout to creep up inside ya
Getting high all day, drinking whiskey all night
Flipping of the police when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer and getting head
Dreaming about a better time, better place, better life
Looking for that quick fix, and tweeking all night
(Chorus)
Just killing time
Kiss that world goodbye
Its all over now
Nothing is over now
God knows I tried
But no one understands me
The black sheep of the family
My enemies - they try to over take me
Burning and looting till Babylon break me
Look me in the eyes baby, ride with me
I can take it there, ride with me
I know what you want, where you live, what you need
I can make it real, hold it down for you, feel you bleed
(Chorus)
I keep my eyes on the stars
That's where I come from
Belt of Orion
Son of the Sun God
You know my name, I'm The Conqueror
The Lion
King, Ka Maya Maya& come
Twenty Twelve, come twelve tribes, come twelve strands, come twelve lives
Twelve steps, twelve months, twelve mothafukkers
All make bail, kicked cause of the crowded jails
Sex and violence sells
Twelve serial killers, twelve dead without a trail or a trace&
It's prime time, the fight night, pay per view, suicide, the bee sting
butterfly
Baby, I am a survivor
Baby, I'm on fire
Baby, I'm bout to creep up inside ya
Getting high all day, drinking whiskey all night
Flipping of the police when them tricks pass by
I'm that fool next door, always late with his rent
I'm that loser on the couch, watching Springer and getting head
Dreaming about a better time, better place, better life
Looking for that quick fix, and tweeking all night
(Chorus)
Just killing time
Kiss that world goodbye
Its all over now
Nothing is over now
God knows I tried
But no one understands me
The black sheep of the family
My enemies - they try to over take me
Burning and looting till Babylon break me
Look me in the eyes baby, ride with me
I can take it there, ride with me
I know what you want, where you live, what you need
I can make it real, hold it down for you, feel you bleed
(Chorus)
I keep my eyes on the stars
That's where I come from
Belt of Orion
Son of the Sun God
You know my name, I'm The Conqueror
The Lion
King, Ka Maya Maya& come
Twenty Twelve, come twelve tribes, come twelve strands, come twelve lives
Twelve steps, twelve months, twelve mothafukkers
All make bail, kicked cause of the crowded jails
Sex and violence sells
Twelve serial killers, twelve dead without a trail or a trace&
It's prime time, the fight night, pay per view, suicide, the bee sting
butterfly
The Prodigy ft. Kool Keith - Diesel Power (from the album "The Fat of the Land)
Yo, I used to check out lyrics upon the format
Build with skill with technique. Computer A-DAT
My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm
I get hyped think thought flow. Acrobat, sink the track, pump the track
Dance missions,clubs like spores react by. Strong visions
And hurrying more. Reflects on the dancefloor
Flow it up and having now people showing up
Packing crowds jam packed venues
Needles collapse, while atmosphere continues
Sprinkle that,
Winnin' like that, movin'like that, hittin' like that
The melody is phat
Yeah, I'm on the energy source
The cosmic force
With Prodigy
Kicking astrology
My intellect's the power
With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta..
We spin back rewind. Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantasically
It has to be, automatically
Check it out. You better work it out
Change to another bug
My techniques, strategies, abilities.
I leave cords of mikes hanging like spring leaves
You would try so fast. Beyond the human eye
Lyrical tactics, vocal gymnastics
E's and pepped up
You get swept up
Smacked up, backed up, your crew's all cracked up
Checking flow
Quick choose quick
You can't stick
My medical brain's a stranger's angles
You get tangled. Twisting side effects us
Channels repeat, complete. Can't compete
Check that our texture
Mind adventure
Exploit the point
It attracts to devour
My intellectual seed
With diesel power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Back attack
And wack patch you're faxing me
You don't want none
High quality acts should be still standing
Damaging your other manic
Quick reverse
Bolting as the first verse
My amplifier blows on your world's higher
World's sire
Cuts like a barbed wire
Record player
I pull up on you every day
Fast forward
I move And I swings forward
Exit load
Put your brain in right mode
Selected mix
The man with perfected fix has lightly bite me
Copy zimmer. Cops' handblocks
You can't knocks some out there
I've been lifting, shifting, persisting
Intelligent kingpin
Keep the strategy
As I roll with Prodigy
With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Mono 706
8073421
Robot sonic
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Yo, I used to check out lyrics upon the format
Build with skill with technique. Computer A-DAT
My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm
I get hyped think thought flow. Acrobat, sink the track, pump the track
Dance missions,clubs like spores react by. Strong visions
And hurrying more. Reflects on the dancefloor
Flow it up and having now people showing up
Packing crowds jam packed venues
Needles collapse, while atmosphere continues
Sprinkle that,
Winnin' like that, movin'like that, hittin' like that
The melody is phat
Yeah, I'm on the energy source
The cosmic force
With Prodigy
Kicking astrology
My intellect's the power
With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta..
We spin back rewind. Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantasically
It has to be, automatically
Check it out. You better work it out
Change to another bug
My techniques, strategies, abilities.
I leave cords of mikes hanging like spring leaves
You would try so fast. Beyond the human eye
Lyrical tactics, vocal gymnastics
E's and pepped up
You get swept up
Smacked up, backed up, your crew's all cracked up
Checking flow
Quick choose quick
You can't stick
My medical brain's a stranger's angles
You get tangled. Twisting side effects us
Channels repeat, complete. Can't compete
Check that our texture
Mind adventure
Exploit the point
It attracts to devour
My intellectual seed
With diesel power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Back attack
And wack patch you're faxing me
You don't want none
High quality acts should be still standing
Damaging your other manic
Quick reverse
Bolting as the first verse
My amplifier blows on your world's higher
World's sire
Cuts like a barbed wire
Record player
I pull up on you every day
Fast forward
I move And I swings forward
Exit load
Put your brain in right mode
Selected mix
The man with perfected fix has lightly bite me
Copy zimmer. Cops' handblocks
You can't knocks some out there
I've been lifting, shifting, persisting
Intelligent kingpin
Keep the strategy
As I roll with Prodigy
With Diesel Power
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fanta...
Mono 706
8073421
Robot sonic
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically
Blows your mind drastically, fantastically