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Lyric thread, post the lyrics of whatever your listening to,
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure, Expanding their view of the captain and crew Like a man just released from indenture. As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man, I have chalked up many a mile. Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks, And I've learned much from both of their styles. Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor. Son of a gun; load the last ton One step ahead of the jailer. Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder, You can shake the hand of the mango man As he greets you at the border. And the lady she hails from Trinidad, Island of the spices. Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet, And the rum is for all your good vices. Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our Forefathers harnessed before us. Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings. It's a son of a gun of a chorus. Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor. So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs, Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker. But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor. Son of a gun, load the last ton One step ahead of the jailer I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains. I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer ![]()
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I'm listening to some techno mix mp3 right now. So, here I go..
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Location: Ontario
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Suck my dick and here's a nut sack to swollow ~ Swollen Members
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News is on the radio... I can't find the lyrics
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Carpe Visio
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Perfect Government - NOFX
Even if it's easy to be free What's your definition of freedom? And who the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say? What the fuck is really going on? How did the cat get so fat? Why does the family die? Do you care why? Cause there hasn't been a sign Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto People's fed up But when they get up You point your fuckin' finger You racist, you bigot But that's not the problem Now is it? It's all about the money Political power is takin Protecting the rich, denying the poor Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House And I wonder... How can they sleep at night? How can they sleep at night? How did the cat get so fat? How did the cat get so fat? How did the cat get so fat? How did the cat get so fat? |
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ICQ: 178725656
Join Date: Nov 2002
Location: Sunny San Diego
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Mary had a little lamb
little lamb little lamb Mary had a little lamb little lamb little lamb whos fleece is as white as snow and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go
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the penis in LA
gobling and gobling
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This bed is on fire with passion and love
The neighbors complain about the noises above But she only comes when she's on top My therapist said not to see you no more She said you're like a disease without any cure She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no Ah you think you're so pretty Caught your hand inside the till Slammed your fingers in the door Bought the kitchen knives and skewers Dressed me up in womens clothes Messed around with gender roles Dye my eyes and call me pretty Moved out of the house, so you moved next door I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone You're driving me crazy, when are you coming home |
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Labret posted this song on Oprano.
I think he put a virus when we opened it, because it seems to play on the computer quite a bit. You look like a ******. You dress like a ******. You talk like a ******. You walk just like a ******! You're a white ******, A white ******, A white ****** Gonna pull the trigger, On a white ****** White ******, JIG-A-BOO! You're smoking crack. You like that rap. You want to be black. In your tree, from your smack! You're a white ******, White ******, White ******. You're a white ******, White ******. JIG-A-BOO! Destroy your race! Your race deserved. You like black girls. What you need is a bullet in your head! You're a white ******, A white ******, A white ******, Gonna pull the trigger, On a white ******, White ******, JIG-A-BOO! Look like a ******. Dress like a ******. Talk like a ******. Why do you want to be a ******? You're a white ******, White ******, White ******, White ******. You're a white ******, White ******. Pull the trigger on a JIG-A-BOO! We are shocked at the hate in this song. It's quite disturbing.
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Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Every time I go to get up I just fall in piss My life's like one great big ball of shit If I could just, put it all into all I spit Instead of always tryin to swallow it Instead of starin at this wall and shit While I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit Can't call it, shit All I know is I'm about to hit the wall if I have to see another one of mom's alcholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I ain't dealin with another fuckin politic I'm like a skillet bubblin until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin up Blow this buildin up, I've been sealed enough My cup, runneth over, I done filled it up The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think, all I do is stand here and feel my nuts? Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps yea, I'ma make your hair sit up Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see what you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee out this world, ain't no one out there mind as me You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme to express how I'm really feelin at that time Yea sometimes sometimes sometimes It's just sometimes, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half past three This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper {*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest again Stuck in this slum, can't think of nothin Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin {*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out I'm fizzlin now, thought I figured it out Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave to this trade? Signed out of spit to the grave Real enough to rill you up Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smits ain't a quitter I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin boilin point, put some oil in your joints Flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence By the looks of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin someone By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was comin It's now or never and tonight is all or nothin Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my nitch, you gon' hear my voice 'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung If I had half a chance I'd grab it - Rabbit, run |
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Location: Winnipeg, Canada - *cough* check sig *cough*
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GNR - Civil War
"What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach... So, you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it! Well, he gets it! N' I don't like it any more than you men." * Look at your young men fighting Look at your women crying Look at your young men dying The way they've always done before Look at the hate we're breeding Look at the fear we're feeding Look at the lives we're leading The way we've always done before My hands are tied The billions shift from side to side And the wars go on with brainwashed pride For the love of God and our human rights And all these things are swept aside By bloody hands time can't deny And are washed away by your genocide And history hides the lies of our civil wars D'you wear a black armband When they shot the man Who said "Peace could last forever" And in my first memories They shot Kennedy I went numb when I learned to see So I never fell for Vietnam We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all That you can't trust freedom When it's not in your hands When everybody's fightin' For their promised land And I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war Look at the shoes your filling Look at the blood we're spilling Look at the world we're killing The way we've always done before Look in the doubt we've wallowed Look at the leaders we've followed Look at the lies we've swallowed And I don't want to hear no more My hands are tied For all I've seen has changed my mind But still the wars go on as the years go by With no love of God or human rights 'Cause all these dreams are swept aside By bloody hands of the hypnotized Who carry the cross of homicide And history bears the scars of our civil wars "WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES PEACE IS CLOSER" ** I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich while it buries the poor Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh And I don't need your civil war I don't need your civil war I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh I don't need your civil war I don't need one more war I don't need one more war Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway |
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Got MIDs?
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[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Great then I falls, my insides crawl and I clam up {*wham*} I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's just been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get, off the bus then slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time to really just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road [Eminem] I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, and the same pants Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad! Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what's best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God Please don't let me be bitchin holdin no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] [Eminem] You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go Who must I show, to bust my flow Where must I go, who must I know Or am I just another crab in the bucket Cause I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit And it's cold, tryin to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want is pity from no one, the city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein pulled apart I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new girl I can no longer play stupid or be immature I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road Quote:
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Humiliation's a picture
and its painful but it fades Cruelty is so vivid its the picture frame of rage Headstones Picture Frame of Rage |
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So Fucking Banned
Join Date: Jan 2003
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about your propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue When ya blood was read That's how ya got a bullet blasted through your head Blasted through your head Blasted through your head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen You were mesmerised Cellular phones sounding a death tone Corporations cold Turn you to stone before ya realise They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mother fuckers lost their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until your mind is locked in Believing all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buying all the products that they're sellin' ya They say jump and ya say how high Your brain-dead You gotta fuckin' bullet in your head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high You're standing in line Believing the lies You're bowing down to the flag You gotta bullet in your head You're standing in line Believing the lies You're bowing down to the flag You gotta bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head You gotta bullet in your fucking head ![]() |
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Join Date: Jan 2004
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I love this fucking song!
(Juicy J) Slob on my knob Like corn on the cob Check in with me, and do your job Lay on the bed, and give me head Don't have to ask, don't have to beg Juicy is my name Sex is my game Let's call the boys, let's run a train Squeeze on my nuts Lick on my butt The natural curly hair, please don't touch First find a mate Second find a place Third find a bag, to hide the ho face Real name rover I said bend over I started to knock, then came the odor Smelled like mush Shouldn't had a woosh Told her to stop, and take a dush While she did that I didn't want the cat So I found out and never came back Suck a nigga dick or something (4x) My nigga D-Magic Said they had to have it I said just forget it, it's too craby Know a little freak, in Hollywood Sucks on dick, does it real good She'll give you money, feel up your tummy House full of kids, parents all schummy Once had a down, backyard ground Hit it from the back Enjoy the sound Lay on the cover Always use the rubber Till I got caught, fucking with her mother She blamed it on me We fought in the street She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee Called up the boys Went to her house Charged the whole place Threw the bitch out Police busted in Where the niggas at We left just in time, and never came back Roll through the hood, waving at the freaks Who's sniffing all the rocks, and smoking all the geeks Made another stop Police station Saw a few cops Drove by and sprayed them Licensee tag number A nigga said he saw Bogus all the time Never get caught
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fuck hollywood, fuck 'em today
fuck the million dollar movies with nothing to say fuck the sixties, fuck oliver stone fuck rambo and sylvester stallone fuck jane fonda and shirley maclaine wish they were fucking john wayne fuck capt. stubing and fuck tattoo and if you don't like this song then....fuck you! fuck, fuck hollywood(3x) fuck sonny bono and buttfuck cher someone hit geraldo with another chair fuck michael jackson and child molesters fuck rock hudson and schwartzenegger fuck the actors at the presidential ball fuck oprah and arsenio hall fuck the beachboys those stupid pricks they sing about girls when they're sucking dick fuck, fuck hollywood(3x) fuck hollywood, warped sense of reality where the truth is always the first casualty fuck the causes and the coalitions the excercises they get is jumping to conclusions fuck the sex, fuck the smut fuck the guys who take it up the butt fuck hollywood 'cause they make me sick its like sticking my head in a bucket of shit
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Listening to trance.. no lyrics lol
only BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
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I'm your mama, I'm your daddy,
I'm that shadow in the alley. I'm your doctor when in need. Want some coke? Have some weed. You know me, I'm your friend, Your main boy, thick and thin. I'm your pusherman. Ain't I clean, bad machine Super cool, super mean Dealin' good, for The Man. Superfly, here I stand. Secret stash, heavy bread, Baddest bitches in the bed, I'm your pusherman Silent life of crime A man of odd circumstance, A victim of ghetto demands. Feed me money for style And I'll let you trip for a while. Insecure from the past, How long can a good thing last? No, no, no Got to be mellow, y'all Got to get mellow, now Pusherman gettin' mellow, y'all Heavy mind, every sign Makin' money all the time My 'E ID', and just me For all junkies to see Ghetto Prince is my thing Makin' love's how I swing I'm your pusherman Two bags, please For a generous fee Make your world what you want it to be Got a woman I love desperately Wanna give her somethin' better than me Been told I can't be nuthin' else Just a hustler in spite of myself I know I can break it This life just don't make it Lord, Lord, yeah Got to get mellow, now Gotta be mellow, y'all Got to get mellow, now I'm your mama, I'm your daddy, I'm that shadow in the alley. I'm your doctor when in need. Want some coke? Have some weed. You know me, I'm your friend, Your main boy, thick and thin. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. Lord, Lord
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sex is good
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Kid Rock
You Never Met A Mutherfucker Quite Like Me I've been on the cover of the Rollin Stone I met the President when I was half stoned I've been so high I've gotten confused I've been beat down broke and used Motherfucker I drank with Hank Talked blues with Billy Rocked with Run Sang with Shotgun Willy Went from small time Philly To big time Bobby From three day old chili To sakki with wusabi I'm home Hey, I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me Not like me Hey like me No more being poor Drink specials at winners Or being ignored By the think straight sinners I used to smoke pinners While my moms made dinner Now I smoke bombs And rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet Educated on jazz By my man Ahmet Ertegun my friend I've been to the world and back But I'm a Michigan boy Can you feel that And I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me Not like me Like me Hey hey like me Never thought I'd go as far in life as this Never made par And I could give two shits Never wanted to sell cars Cause my dad was a dick Never wanted a guitar Until I heard a lick like this And from the depths of Dixie To my northern spots You know it's time to rock when old glory drops I pimp thru town With the top let back Black hat Fine blond Cold Pabst in my lap I'll adapt To any and all situations That's why they call me the pimp of the nation Hey bitch You best believe I live in the woods Not your world of greed Might a little weed Might a little yea I'm so proud to be livin' in the USA You never met a motherfucker quite like me Hey hey like me Like me Hey hey hey like me You ain't never met a motherfucker quite like me |
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<big><b><strong>wieder einmal den tod zwischen den zähnen,
einmal mehr folter und sadismus geschluckt. einmal mehr auf das leid der tiere geschissen. hast auch du mal wieder für ekel und grausamkeit gezahlt?! ehemaliges leben - zum bloßen produkt gemacht. wo bleibt eure liebe und wo euer verstand? schrot und blut geopfert für euren scheiss sportgeist. perverse rituale im namen eines kranken kultes. wer entscheidet über leben und tod? sag mir, wer entscheidet das?!</b></strong></big> - angstzustand.
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