What are you listing to right now? (Lyrics)

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  • KMR Stitch
    I am cool
    • Jul 2003
    • 14494
    #1

    What are you listing to right now? (Lyrics)

    WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
    My god is of spiteful blood with morbid eels.
    Victorious, victorious, steel,
    Can you stand and kneel?
    Marching forward hypocritic
    and hypnotic computers.
    You depend on our protection,

    Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
    la la la la la la la la la,
    Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
    Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

    kneeling roses disappearing,
    into Moses' dry mouth,
    breaking into Fort Knox,
    stealing our intentions,
    every city gripped in oil,
    Crying FREEDOM!

    Handed to absolution,
    Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
    La la la la la la la la la,
    Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
    Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
    Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
    Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

    Blast off, its Party time,
    And we all live in a fascist nation,
    Blast off , its party time,
    And where the fuck are you?
    :.. Yeah
    Where the fuck are you?
    Where the fuck are you?

    Why don't presidents fight the war?
    Why do they always send the poor?
    Why don't presidents fight the war?
    Why do they always send the poor? X4

    Kneeling roses disappearing,
    into Moses' dry mouth,
    breaking into Fort Knox,
    stealing our intentions,
    every city gripped in oil,
    Crying FREEDOM!

    Handed to absolution,
    Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
    la la la la la la la la la,
    Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
    Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
    Everybody's going to the party have a real good time.
    Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

    Where the fuck are you!
    Where the fuck are you!

    Why don't presidents fight the war?
    Why do they always send the poor?
    Why don't presidents fight the war?
    Why do they always send the poor? X3
    Why, do, they always send the poor X3
    They only send the poor x2
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    • brand0n
      been very busy
      • Nov 2002
      • 26983
      #2
      custom song called

      spam baby spam

      heres some shot off the lp cover


      want to buy this spot for cheap? it is of course for sale. long term deals are always the best bet. brand0n/ at/ a o l dot commies.

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        • Spunky
          I need a beer
          • Jun 2002
          • 133978
          #3
          Ozzy diary of a madman

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            • pornstar2pac
              Omaha Hi/Lo
              • Nov 2003
              • 17380
              #4
              LIL' WAYNE LYRICS

              "On My Own"

              [lil wayne]
              Eagle, eagle carter man
              In a 96 regal contraband
              On my way to the east to the laundromat
              Got to wash dat money and get on my ass
              Flip them bricks it be gone so fast
              I got to do something i done blown my last
              Dolla holla at ya boy i be on da ave
              In dat g pricko is what i am known to have
              If shit tend to be slow i put on a mask
              Make it halloween and take all ya bags
              I say Holly Hollygrove won't you go on and stab and
              Make these muthafuckas understand
              Look coach you pitching at me under hand
              But i am a designated hitter i adjust so fast
              Ya men designing women i am a one woman's man
              Cash money prince blow the trumpet man
              They say they want the drugs to stop but i am a major step back when my album drop
              I got dat wet crack flow out ya mammi's pot i got dat i got dat jet black four at ya mammi's spot
              I am trying to get dat dough i demand it now
              You panic now , you betta panic down
              For the neighbors be over here tearing it down
              This is weezy f baby i am crowned the prince
              [reel]
              [hook - repeat 2X]
              This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on

              [lil wayne]
              And the hand gun is so included don't get it confused i want no confusion and keep ya hoe i
              Don't want your contusions
              I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
              A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
              Its money over bitches that i am going to keep provin'
              Its weezy f i got ya momma cruisin' out of all the hot boyz she say i am the coolest
              I brought my bag of oranges dis time to juice it
              It game is a bitch and i am trying to seduce
              I floss a awful lot and haters on trying to reduce it
              Put the laser on the 45 is iron you stupid
              On shot just to remind you nigga you dat fly lil nigga dats behind da trigger
              I am all chronic combined with liquor
              You will never see me like momma tigger
              An eighty's baby a fighting nigga , nigga i got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
              I am something you call pepper like a viking snake,see me over the viking stove i am lighting
              Bricks
              Or in the middle of the shoot out i am tighting clips
              Pop another one shoot back while lighting spliffs, are you catching my drift repersenting with
              My section on my belly and shit i am the prince
              [reel]
              [hook - repeat 2X]
              This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own ,lets get it on
              [lil wayne]
              So roll the carpet out cause you are fucking with a nigga from the royal south
              See you are either in or you are out and you out stay in because them warriors are out, because
              Those vultures, cops, and those lawyers are out
              So i just open up the gate and let my holliers out
              No nigga i neva call your house i am probably some where taking Toya out
              Not answer my phone man ignoring ya spose
              She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth
              Hey i am ready to knock a boy in the mouth
              Give me the name naw better yet point him out
              Ai me and the streets got a joint accountiam from the streets dat you need to be warned about
              New Orleans woadie put the gat in your mouth
              And if we feed you with alot of iron it will flatten you out
              A few roaches but never had no rats in this house, never telling one another leave dat in the
              House
              I always been a small hustler moving my packing out
              If i ever run into some trouble send my savages out
              These niggas talking sweet i will get dem cavaties out
              I got graveyard flyers man i am passing them out
              Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now i am the prince
              [reel]
              [hook - repeat 2X]
              This is my town, my home, this is my crown, my thrown, this is me on my own, lets get it on
              Trump haters gonna hate. that's all they can do

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                • KMR Stitch
                  I am cool
                  • Jul 2003
                  • 14494
                  #5
                  Originally posted by brand0n
                  custom song called

                  spam baby spam

                  heres some shot off the lp cover



                  Good Job =)

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                    • brand0n
                      been very busy
                      • Nov 2002
                      • 26983
                      #6
                      want to see them again, i just happen to know an aol hometown where those pics reside
                      want to buy this spot for cheap? it is of course for sale. long term deals are always the best bet. brand0n/ at/ a o l dot commies.

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                        • wargames
                          Kliris
                          • May 2003
                          • 10423
                          #7
                          You cannot quit me so quickly
                          There's no hope in you for me
                          No corner you could squeeze me
                          But I got all the time for you, love

                          The Space Between
                          The tears we cry
                          Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
                          The Space Between
                          The wicked lies we tell
                          And hope to keep safe from the pain

                          But will I hold you again?
                          These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
                          Like 'Will it rain today?'
                          Waste the hours with talking, talking
                          These twisted games we're playing

                          We're strange allies
                          With warring hearts
                          What wild-eyed beast you be
                          The Space Between
                          The wicked lies we tell
                          And hope to keep safe from the pain

                          Will I hold you again?
                          Will I hold...

                          Look at us spinning out in
                          The madness of a roller coaster
                          You know you went off like a devil
                          In a church in the middle of a crowded room
                          All we can do, my love
                          Is hope we don't take this ship down

                          The Space Between
                          Where you're smiling high
                          Is where you'll find me if I get to go
                          The Space Between
                          The bullets in our firefight
                          Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you
                          The rain that falls
                          Splash in your heart
                          Ran like sadness down the window into...
                          The Space Between
                          Our wicked lies
                          Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

                          Take my hand
                          'Cause we're walking out of here
                          Oh, right out of here
                          Love is all we need here

                          The Space Between
                          What's wrong and right
                          Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
                          The Space Between
                          Your heart and mine
                          Is the space we'll fill with time
                          The Space Between...
                          ICQ 212-115-582
                          Email Steve at Vas Media Group .com

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                            • bly
                              So Fucking Banned
                              • Jul 2004
                              • 850
                              #8
                              Head East - Never been any reason (save my life im going down for the last time)

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