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  • Alltopnotch
    Confirmed User
    • May 2004
    • 2845

    #1

    haha...sick lyrics...

    "i smoke backwood blunts...cuz they the most expensive, me no work...don't touch no nuts and wrenches, you always see me shopping...like its christmas, i'm always TREE shopping...like it's christmas, miami my witness...i'm flammy relentless, yes I pimp bitch...and no i didn't rent this, i'm showing no interest...in those girls that's broke, you need bank and dank for me to smoke, jumbo prawns and australian lobster...i want everything life has to offer, coppers jealous...cuz me and my fellas...eat filets no more hot dogs and relish, 2 sets of grills...2 sets of wheels...whatever i feel i do sex and pills, gucci in the winter with the matching beanie...eatin' linguini...i'm dipped when they see me"
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  • DarkBob
    Confirmed User
    • Jun 2001
    • 2300

    #2
    I like these better:


    Wonder and wait as I stare at the cross,
    Thinking in ways that have Christ at a loss,
    Kick your ass out through the lord's pearly gates,
    When heaven burns and engulfed into flame.
    Blasphemes villain, the killings begin,
    Murdering Christians and torturing them,
    Conquering churches and slaughtering lambs,
    Doing it all for my love of Satan... (I love you Satan, my lord)
    Bring death to your god; tear apart his begotten son,
    Christian you are dead, fucking kill every one of them,
    Drop down in defeat, retribution of hypocrisy,
    In life is unknown, after here I will own your soul.
    Death to god banished and burned to incite the invert,
    Blasphemy.... When heavens burns we inherit the earth,
    No more lies, churches and crosses confusing the mind,

    Agony watching them burn in their righteous empire,
    When heaven burns I will dance in its fire!!!!!!!
    Drop dead hyraces, paradise has begun to bleed,
    Give praise to the lord, over run in the face of war,
    Christian wait with death, heaven burns into nothingness.
    Satan on his throne rejoice in returning home.
    End of god, when heaven burns it will fall to the earth,
    Watch it burn angels on fire and screaming berserk,
    Holy ghost, lost in confusion and puking in pain,
    When it burns pissing on prophets that fall to the flame.

    Wonder and wait as I stare at the cross,
    Thinking in ways that have Christ at a loss,
    Kick your ass out through the lord's pearly gates,
    When heaven burns I will stomp on his face.
    Blasphemes villains, the killings begin,
    Murdering Christians and torturing them,
    Conquering churches and slaughtering lambs,
    Doing it all for my love of Satan.
    Bling Cash Kicks Ass

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    • bringer
      i have man boobies
      • Jul 2003
      • 13082

      #3
      * parody of LL Cool J's "I Need Love"

      When I come home from work
      I'm fiendin' for an eight-ball
      I got crack on my mind
      I'm hearing cocaine call
      Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff
      Keep it a secret from my wife, cuz she thinks I don't use
      drugs
      There I was, bleeding from my nose and damn
      I couldn't breathe but I'm still thinking about the next
      gram
      It's Friday night and I'm not trying to leave my crib doped
      I'll kill myself while the dealer's eating Japanese food
      I ain't got no pride, I'm buying this shit
      I'm lying to myself telling the runner I'm trying to quit
      It's all make believe, I pretend that I'm true
      When you give me credit, I'm dodging you every chance that I
      get to
      Even if its good, I'll sniff it up in a minute
      Beep you back and complain that you put too much cut in it
      If you fall for that and bring me a new sack
      I'll be making more crazy faces than Jim Carrey on crack
      Cuz yo I'm ripped, I owe you loot
      Plus I annoy you
      I deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for you
      I got nerve, can you put them pills on my bill
      Yo I'll you we're friends and we don't even chill
      I need drugs

      I need drugs

      Baking soda, cocaine, how sweet
      I need to find me a crack pipe and I'm complete
      I got these crack dealers chasing me through the cement
      jungle
      Cuz they gave me shit to sell and yo I smoked the whole
      bundle
      Yo I can't front - I got dope in my spleen
      And I'm telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I'm thirty
      days
      clean
      I won't die even with tuberculosis
      I could go on forever mixing dope with my methadone dosage
      You could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island
      Or Rikers Island
      My crack pipe is my violin
      I play along to the police siren
      My eyes squint looking for crack on the floor
      picking up breadcrumbs and lint
      I don't know who I am, ask me I couldn't say
      I took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one day
      Tried to go to rehab too but couldn't get admitted
      And if there's money missing from your pocketbook you know
      who did it
      I need drugs

      I need drugs

      As a young teen I started with marijuana
      Then graduated to coke cuz I needed something stronger
      Mescaline, dust, downers, injections sensation
      I love to experience a patient's medication
      I smoked the drugs off the back of my hands
      All I need is a hit of it and I'll create a new dance
      Protect yourself, baby cover yourself up
      My body swings all over once my seizure erupts
      Into a frenzy, on the phone I got thirty sack
      But when we meet face-to-face, I got ten dollars less
      Made up my mind, I'm quittin' I'm swearing in tears
      I'm not gonna get high, I'll only drink bizz
      Can't sit and wait for my dealer to come provide it
      Gotta party to go to and I'm the only one invited
      I search the whole house for the damn white mouse
      And when I finally find it, I'll sniff the whole ounce
      I need drugs

      I need drugs

      Dealer, listen to me
      When I come home from work
      Fiendin' for an eight-ball
      Nose candy on my mind
      I've come to realize, you need me
      And if you want me to keep coppin'
      Give me a free piece
      It's my birthday
      Yesterday
      Anyway
      I'm gonna go sniff this
      I'll beep you in an hour
      I hate you
      333-765-551

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      • Chris
        Too lazy to set a custom title
        • May 2003
        • 27880

        #4
        you should upload the song
        [email protected]

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        • Alltopnotch
          Confirmed User
          • May 2004
          • 2845

          #5
          k...the beat aint even that tight but i like the way he flows on it lol...its not even the normal shit i listen to around here this dudes kinda out there...

          http://www.alltopnotch.com/dipped.mp3
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          • galleryseek
            Confirmed User
            • Mar 2002
            • 8234

            #6
            "niggas wanna be me" when it got to that line (first 10 seconds) i shut it off immediately. yet another egotistical cock sucker thinkin he's something.. .where's the ORIGINALITY?!?!

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