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  • Fletch XXX
    GFY HALL OF FAME DAMMIT!!!
    • Jan 2002
    • 60840

    #1

    How come there's only a few people in the world who can write gooood lyrics

    Even though some things are better left unsaid
    There's a few things I need to get off my chest
    I need to vent - let me tell you why

    I'm suicidal, maniacal, self-destructive
    You leave me no hope, no life
    Nothing worth living for
    I've taken it, can't take it anymore
    My worst nightmare
    You make me want to slit my own fucking throat
    Just so I'll be rid of you
    Just to get rid of you

    You self-righteous fuck
    Give me a reason not to rip your fucking face off
    Why don't you take a good look in these eyes
    Cause I'm the one that's gonna tear your fucking heart
    out
    My hate is contagious; you've got no one to run to
    EXILE

    Just tell me fucking why everything becomes an issue
    Your opinion is always senseless - fuck this
    You make my fucking skin crawl
    I've lived with it - can't stand anymore
    My worst nightmare
    I want to take a bullet in the fucking head
    Every time I think of you, every time I think of you

    You self-righteous fuck
    Give me a reason not to rip your fucking face off
    Why don't you take a good look in these eyes
    Cause I'm the one that's gonna tear your fucking heart
    out
    My hate is contagious
    Anyone else need to vent?
    You've tried my tolerance; I just want you to die

    There's nothing more for me to say
    There's nothing more for you to say
    There's nothing more for us to say
    I fucking hate you anyway
    EXILE

    Can't count the ways that you light my fuckin fuse
    I can't tolerate the sight of you, the thought of you or
    anything about you
    You know what I want to see?
    How many ways can a loser fucking lose
    I know you'll find a way
    The humility awakening the idiot inside
    You spineless fucking maggot - you're just wasting my
    time
    Get out of my face - Get out of my life
    Out of my fucking way - Just die

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  • MattO
    The O is for Oohhh
    • Feb 2003
    • 10861

    #2
    True. Here's a gem.

    Are there any clean washcloths dear?

    I am going to empty this ashtray, in about half an hour.

    Should this glass be sitting on this particular corner of the table?

    See that pencil.

    I used to have one just like that.

    See that pencil! I did.

    I had one just like it!!

    A clean towel is in the closet.

    a clean towel is in the closet.

    This is a wonderful day.

    The shelf is nailed to the wall.

    this is a wonderful day!

    I wish my mommy would call.

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    • Libertine
      sex dwarf
      • May 2002
      • 17860

      #3
      Eyeballs for breakfast
      Jack off for lunch
      I'd like you better if you had a fuckin hahahaha
      Let's fuck- let's fuck
      I'm made of rubber
      You're made of glue
      I wanna stick my fucking cock inside of you
      Let's Fuck
      I am the best fuckin fuck in the whole USA
      I can fuck you to death, I can fuck you to stay(?)
      I am the best fucking fuck in the whole fuckin world
      Dog eat dog, boy eat girl
      I'm the duke of fuckin earl
      Let's fuck
      Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed
      Old enough to pee then she's old enough for me
      Let's fuck
      /(bb|[^b]{2})/

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      • Morgan
        Too lazy to set a custom title
        • May 2002
        • 10520

        #4
        Waiting here on line
        Suddenly from behind
        She's still a block away
        Why'd it have to be today
        Now what do I see
        She recognizes me
        She hugs and squeezes me
        She's the Spandex Enormity

        She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat
        Then she yells is this trick or treat
        It's too late she asks me for a date
        Before I'd fuck you I'd rather masturbate
        Spandex, Spandex Enormity
        A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery

        What a fucking beast
        Her ass alone would be a feast
        And her love drippings
        Contained a stench of rotted yeast
        The show must go on
        It's the end of me
        Taking up the whole front row
        It's the Spandex Enormity

        She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat
        Then she yells is this trick or treat
        It's too late she asks me for a date
        Before I'd fuck you I'd rather masturbate
        Spandex, Spandex Enormity
        A beast sent from hell to plague me with misery

        As we were walking off stage
        You're waiting to come back
        She's got a back stage pass
        Oh no
        I hide my head
        The sight of you I dread
        Her chubby little fingers grab my ass
        Don't talk to me, talk to Nick, talk to Nick
        Why does it always have to be me
        You fucking fat bitch
        I've had enough of you
        Take your blubber buns and leave
        She left here in tears
        Followed by her rear
        I could not help she's fat

        She's so sweet when she's yanking on my meat
        Then she yells is this trick or treat
        It's too late she asks me for a date
        Before I'd fuck I'd rather masturbate
        Spandex, Spandex Enormity
        A beast sent from Hell to plague me with misery
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        • Morgan
          Too lazy to set a custom title
          • May 2002
          • 10520

          #5
          fun things to fuck. fun things to fuck. fun things to fuck. fun things to fuck. fuck the front door, fuck the back. fuck the good girls with the knack. fuck the government until they fuck you back. fuck a muslim, fuck a jew. fuck fans of blink 182. that's illegal if you were born in '83. yeah, yeah, yeah. fuck a bean cheese burrito. fuck a bowl of cookie dough. fuck the space between the big and neighbor toe. fuck a cop, fuck a marine. fuck a jar of vaseline. fuck a calzone with pepperoni. fuck a midget, fuck a dwarf. fuck chris cringle with an elf. but before you fuck it all...

          ...go fuck yourself!
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          • BV
            wtf
            • Sep 2001
            • 10914

            #6
            Question for ya Fletch:

            When someone writes a song do they have the music sound part (melody or beat) already in their mind? or do they come up with that after they have the lyrics?

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            • Morgan
              Too lazy to set a custom title
              • May 2002
              • 10520

              #7
              according to the musicians i hang with, lyrics come first..

              i suppose you need to feel out the song before you put music to it. kinda like a book becoming a movie.

              im sure everyone's different though
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              • v4 media
                Confirmed User
                • Feb 2005
                • 2934

                #8
                When I go down the street
                The people watch me shiver and shake
                I'm a prisoner of a demon
                I think my head's about to break
                It stays with me wherever I go
                I can't break away from its hold
                This must be my punishment
                For selling my soul

                Too much pressure, my pulse is rising
                My heart is pounding, my head really hurts
                I can't take it, all this pressure
                From all these things inside of me
                Everywhere I look I see them
                Everywhere I go they're at
                What did I do to deserve this
                Why won't they just leave my body

                Are they people or are they spirits
                Do they belong to the human race
                Why do they want me so bad
                Why won't they come out of their hiding place
                i can't see them, but I know they're here
                i can feel it in my veins
                All this pressure on my body
                Is causing all my strength to drain

                Am I crazy, or am I insane
                Or have I already lost my mind
                Is it real, or is it fake
                Or am I in a permanent bind
                Am I in power or am I a slave
                Who in hell is in control
                Am I still living, or am I dead
                Do I still have a soul

                I know I can't keep going this way
                I have to give my mind some leisure
                If I keep on going like this
                I never again will taste pleasure
                If they will not break the oath
                I will have to disband
                I have lost all control
                this thing has now taken command

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                • Fletch XXX
                  GFY HALL OF FAME DAMMIT!!!
                  • Jan 2002
                  • 60840

                  #9
                  Originally posted by BV
                  Question for ya Fletch:

                  When someone writes a song do they have the music sound part (melody or beat) already in their mind? or do they come up with that after they have the lyrics?
                  Good song writers have the entire melody in their head lyrically and then the music is based on that.

                  But also, many bands perform instrumentals, and then the singer will take that home and basically listen to it forever and write to it.

                  Bon Scott did it both ways which is why you can find AC/DC songs with "alternate lyrics" But this will vary from band to band and song writer to song writer. Usually, the one who creates the melody of the song is given song credit.

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                  • Fletch XXX
                    GFY HALL OF FAME DAMMIT!!!
                    • Jan 2002
                    • 60840

                    #10
                    A cross upon her bedroom wall.
                    From grace she will fall.
                    An image burning in her mind.
                    And between her thighs.

                    A dying God-man full of pain.
                    When will you cum again?
                    Before him beg to serve or please.
                    On your back or knees.
                    There's no forgiveness for her sins.
                    Prefers punishment?
                    Would you suffer eternally.
                    Or internally?

                    For her lust.
                    She'll burn in hell.
                    Her soul done medium well.
                    All through mass manual stimulation.
                    Salvation.

                    Body of Christ.
                    She needs.
                    The body of Christ.

                    She'd like to know God.
                    Ooh love God.
                    Feel her God.
                    Inside of her - deep inside of her.

                    Jesus Christ looks like me.

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                    • J-$
                      Confirmed User
                      • Mar 2005
                      • 2090

                      #11
                      *fart noise*

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                      • Dalai lama
                        Strength and Honor
                        • Jul 2004
                        • 16540

                        #12
                        Originally posted by J-$
                        *fart noise*

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                        • Pipecrew
                          Master of Gfy.com
                          • Feb 2002
                          • 14888

                          #13
                          I hurt myself today
                          to see if I still feel
                          I focus on the pain
                          the only thing that's real
                          the needle tears a hole
                          the old familiar sting
                          try to kill it all away
                          but I remember everything
                          what have I become?
                          my sweetest friend
                          everyone I know
                          goes away in the end
                          and you could have it all
                          my empire of dirt

                          I will let you down
                          I will make you hurt

                          I wear this crown of thorns
                          upon my liar's chair
                          full of broken thoughts
                          I cannot repair
                          beneath the stains of time
                          the feelings disappear
                          you are someone else
                          I am still right here

                          what have I become?
                          my sweetest friend
                          everyone I know
                          goes away in the end
                          and you could have it all
                          my empire of dirt

                          I will let you down
                          I will make you hurt

                          if I could start again
                          a million miles away
                          I would keep myself
                          I would find a way


                          Cash

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                          • The Truth Hurts
                            Zph7YXfjMhg
                            • Nov 2002
                            • 15734

                            #14
                            god damn i wish all these whiny bitches would just kill themselves already and quit writing crappy songs about it.

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                            • Manowar
                              jellyfish  
                              • Dec 2003
                              • 71528

                              #15
                              Originally posted by J-$
                              *fart noise*

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                              • reynold
                                Too lazy to set a custom title
                                • Oct 2002
                                • 51271

                                #16
                                My bet.

                                Is this the real life-
                                Is this just fantasy-
                                Caught in a landslide-
                                No escape from reality-
                                Open your eyes
                                Look up to the skies and see-
                                I?m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
                                Because I?m easy come,easy go,
                                A little high,little low,
                                Anyway the wind blows,doesn?t really matter to me,
                                To me

                                Mama,just killed a man,
                                Put a gun against his head,
                                Pulled my trigger,now he?s dead,
                                Mama,life had just begun,
                                But now I?ve gone and thrown it all away-
                                Mama ooo,
                                Didn?t mean to make you cry-
                                If I?m not back again this time tomorrow-
                                Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

                                Too late,my time has come,
                                Sends shivers down my spine-
                                Body?s aching all the time,
                                Goodbye everybody-I?ve got to go-
                                Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
                                Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
                                I don?t want to die,
                                I sometimes wish I?d never been born at all-

                                I see a little silhouetto of a man,
                                Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
                                Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
                                Galileo,galileo,
                                Galileo galileo
                                Galileo figaro-magnifico-
                                But I?m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
                                He?s just a poor boy from a poor family-
                                Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
                                Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
                                Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
                                Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
                                Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
                                Will not let you go-let me go
                                Will not let you go let me go
                                No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
                                Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
                                Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

                                So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
                                So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
                                Oh baby-can?t do this to me baby-
                                Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

                                Nothing really matters,
                                Anyone can see,
                                Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,

                                Any way the wind blows....

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                                • tristan_D
                                  Confirmed User
                                  • Jul 2005
                                  • 7865

                                  #17
                                  many are called to write lyrics, but only few are chosen to write the best lyrics.
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                                  • SykkBoy2
                                    Jesus loves bacon
                                    • Feb 2001
                                    • 19969

                                    #18
                                    Originally posted by Fletch XXX
                                    A cross upon her bedroom wall.
                                    From grace she will fall.
                                    An image burning in her mind.
                                    And between her thighs.

                                    A dying God-man full of pain.
                                    When will you cum again?
                                    Before him beg to serve or please.
                                    On your back or knees.
                                    There's no forgiveness for her sins.
                                    Prefers punishment?
                                    Would you suffer eternally.
                                    Or internally?

                                    For her lust.
                                    She'll burn in hell.
                                    Her soul done medium well.
                                    All through mass manual stimulation.
                                    Salvation.

                                    Body of Christ.
                                    She needs.
                                    The body of Christ.

                                    She'd like to know God.
                                    Ooh love God.
                                    Feel her God.
                                    Inside of her - deep inside of her.

                                    Jesus Christ looks like me.

                                    I love that song....going to have to crank up some Type O when I get home...
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                                    • seeric
                                      ..........
                                      • Aug 2004
                                      • 41917

                                      #19
                                      i bet xxxjay could write some dope lyrics with or without being on a good bender.

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                                      • Jace
                                        FBOP Class Of 2013
                                        • Jan 2004
                                        • 35562

                                        #20
                                        Well it's been ten years and a thousand tears
                                        And look at the mess I'm in
                                        A broken nose and a broken heart,
                                        An empty bottle of gin
                                        Well I sit and I pray
                                        In my broken down Chevrolet
                                        While I'm singin' to myself
                                        There's got to be another way

                                        [Chorus:]
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Take away this ball and chain
                                        Well I'm lonely and I'm tired
                                        And I can't take any more pain
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Never to return again
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Take away
                                        Take away this ball and chain

                                        Well I've searched and I've searched
                                        To find the perfect life
                                        A brand new car and a brand new suit
                                        I even got me a little wife
                                        But wherever I have gone
                                        I was sure to find myself there
                                        You can run all your life
                                        But not go anywhere

                                        [Chorus:]
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Take away this ball and chain
                                        Well I'm sick and I'm tired
                                        And I can't take any more pain
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Never to return again
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Take away
                                        Take away this ball and chain

                                        Well I'll pass the bar on the way
                                        To my dingy hotel room
                                        I spent all my money
                                        I've been drinkin' since half past noon
                                        Well I'll wake there in the mornin'
                                        Or maybe in the county jail
                                        Times are hard getting harder
                                        I'm born to lose and destined to fail

                                        [Chorus:]
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Take away this ball and chain
                                        Well I'm lonely and I'm tired
                                        And I can't take any more pain
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Never to return again
                                        Take away, take away
                                        Take away
                                        Take away this ball and chain

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                                        • Jace
                                          FBOP Class Of 2013
                                          • Jan 2004
                                          • 35562

                                          #21
                                          I hurt myself today
                                          To see if I still feel
                                          I focus on the pain
                                          The only thing that?s real
                                          The needle tears a hole
                                          The old familiar sting
                                          Try to kill it all away
                                          But I remember everything
                                          What have I become?
                                          My sweetest friend
                                          Everyone I know
                                          Goes away in the end
                                          You could have it all
                                          My empire of dirt
                                          I will let you down
                                          I will make you hurt
                                          I wear my crown of shit
                                          On my liar?s chair
                                          Full of broken thoughts
                                          I cannot repair
                                          Beneath the stain of time
                                          The feeling disappears
                                          You are someone else
                                          I am still right here
                                          What have I become?
                                          My sweetest friend
                                          Everyone I know
                                          Goes away in the end
                                          You could have it all
                                          My empire of dirt
                                          I will let you down
                                          I will make you hurt
                                          If I could start again
                                          A million miles away
                                          I would keep myself
                                          I would find a way

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                                          • poppet
                                            Just call me Tala! :)
                                            • Sep 2005
                                            • 1499

                                            #22
                                            Damn I love Type O. *drool*

                                            But this is always a great little jingle for those times when I'm pissed off.





                                            Fuckin your pussy was like fucking the wound from a shotgun blast. With gangrene.


                                            Looking back at all the times we had,
                                            I wish I could tell ya' that they weren't all so bad.
                                            But in the end we were just wasting our time,
                                            Yeah I knew what you were but I was out of my mind.
                                            Lost my mind...

                                            I knew you were common when we started this thing,
                                            So very common with your everyday dreams.
                                            But I was desperate for a heart of gold,
                                            So I took a chance and I came in from the cold.
                                            Life's so cold...

                                            I oughta have my fucking head examined for screwing with a skank like you.
                                            But it wasn't like I really felt for you, I was just cold and empty through and through...

                                            Let me let you in on a little secret, fellas: If she sucks great cock, she's a pro. And if she'll spread on the first date, she's a ho.

                                            I thought you were something but you proved me wrong.
                                            Money is your only god, what a tired boring old song.
                                            Just another coward out to sell your soul but it just goes to show that
                                            Nothing in this world is forever.
                                            And people are all the same.
                                            And there's no such thing as love.
                                            It left me choking like a candle in the cold hard rain.

                                            You were so common, you were so cheap,
                                            Another coke snortin' slut from the barroom scene.
                                            But brother, I was so empty, I was so blind,
                                            I turned my back on the truth before my very eyes.

                                            'cause sister, you could have been anybody.
                                            You could have been anyone.
                                            All I needed was anybody,
                                            All I needed was anyone.
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                                            • poppet
                                              Just call me Tala! :)
                                              • Sep 2005
                                              • 1499

                                              #23
                                              One more.

                                              I don't take no crap from anybody...... else but you.
                                              I wear the pants around here.....when I'm finished with your laundry.
                                              'Cause I'm a guy you don't want to fight,
                                              when I say "jump" you say "yeah, right".
                                              I'm the man of this house..... until you get home.

                                              What I say goes around here..... right out the window.
                                              And I don't want to hear a lot of whining.. ... so I'll shut up.
                                              The sooner you learn who's boss around here,
                                              the sooner you can give me my orders, dear.
                                              'Cause I am the head honcho around here..... but it's all in my head.

                                              And I can have sex anytime..... that you want.
                                              'Cause I'm a man who has needs..... but they're not that important.
                                              And don't expect any flowers from me,
                                              because if I'm not mistaken you prefer jewelry.
                                              I'm the king of my castle.... when you're not around.

                                              And I'll drink and watch sports whenever I want..... to get in trouble.
                                              And I'll come home when I'm good and ready..... to sleep on the couch.
                                              Because a man's got to do what a man's got to do,
                                              and I'm going to do what you tell me to.
                                              Because I'm top dog around here..... but I've been neutered!
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                                              • BucksMania
                                                Confirmed User
                                                • Oct 2005
                                                • 3758

                                                #24
                                                what about Curt Cobain?

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