The Lyrics Thread
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Tue May 27, 2008 @ 1:06pm |
 Coolness: 185350 | la seule fois j'ai écouter du blood for blood c'étais pour une chanson ou y dise à peu près juste FUCK tout le long et dans le simple but de boire à toutes les fois qu'on entend "fuck".
Je devrais peut-être leur donner plus de chance! haha |
| I'm feeling kiss me, im shitface right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Wed Jun 4, 2008 @ 8:38am |
 Coolness: 158230 | How Low - Against Me!
Now I wake up around 4 or 5. Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time. Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends, make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00. Oh we're definitely going to call it in early tonight. Well, I need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind. Now before you know it here I am again, it's fucking 2:00 in the morning, standing in a bar, with a drink in hand. How low can you go before you can't turn around? Now seriously, this is my last and final time. Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life. No, you won't catch me down here again, waiting to score sweaty money palmed into my hand. What the fuck are you cutting this with anyway? Because I have got some really, really big plans. And today's the day I'm putting them into action. But before you know it, here I am again. It's fucking 6:00 in the morning. Rolled up dollar bill in my hand. How low can you go before you can't turn around? And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind. Sick of doing the same things night after night. Sick of self-loathing and self-absorbtion, self-destructive narcissism. I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of. I don't know who I can trust. Thought there was us, now there is no one. |
| I'm feeling half-asleep right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Wed Jun 4, 2008 @ 12:12pm |
 Coolness: 61050 | i love against me!
NOFX--the idiots are taking over Its not the right time to be sober Now the idiots have taken over Spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer? Mensa membership exceeding Tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding Watson, its really elementary The industrial revolution Has flipped the bitch on evolution The benevolent and wise are being cornered, ostracized, what a bummer The world keeps getting dumber Insensitivity is standard and faith is being fancied over reason Darwins rollin over in his coffin The fittest are surviving much less often Now everything seems to be reversing, and its worsening Someone flopped a steamer in the gene pool Now angry mob mentalitys no longer the exception, its the rule And Im startin to feel a lot like charlton heston Stranded on a primate planet Apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground With generals and the armies that obeyed them Followers following fables Philosophies that enable them to rule without regard Theres no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated Political scientists think the same one vote that some monkeys are inbred Majority rule, dont work in mental institutions Sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions What are we left with? A nation of god-fearing pregnant nationalists Who feel its their duty to populate the homeland Pass on traditions How to get ahead religions And prosperity be a symbol to culture The idiots are takin over |
| I'm feeling in a box right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Tamala replied on Tue Jun 10, 2008 @ 7:38pm |
 Coolness: 165635 | Put your arms around me baby
Cant you see I need you so Hold me close against your skin Im about to begin Lovin you Spit on your hand and stroke my cock At a medium pace Play with my balls and tell me How big they are Honey, rub your beaver Up and down my face Sit on the corner of the bed And watch me whack off You see that shampoo bottle Now stick it up my ass Push it in and out At a medium pace Talk about your old boyfriends dick And how big it was Now shave off my pubes And punch me in the face Whoa darlin Make me push my dick and balls Back between my legs Call me an ugly woman And take my picture to show All the people you work with Now pull up my scrotum And take the shampoo bottle Out of my ass Pretend Im the pizza delivery guy And watch me whack off Strap on a dildo And make me give you head Tell me to slow down And do it at a medium pace I feel so humiliated Im about to blow my load You tell me its time to make love But now I cant cause I spewed all over myself Then you look into my eyes And you realize How much I enjoy lovin you Im so sorry I spunked on my stomach Maybe next time Ill be better at lovin you ********************************* woooooooooooo Adam Sandler rox hahaha |
| I'm feeling legless right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Wed Jun 11, 2008 @ 9:00am |
| Coolness: 158230 | Je T'aime... Moi Non Plus - Serge Gainsbourg, Jane Birkin
Je t'aime je t'aime Oh oui je t'aime! - Moi non plus. - Oh mon amour... - Comme la vague irrésolue Je vais je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Et je Me re- Tiens - Je t'aime je t'aime - Oh oui je t'aime! - Moi non plus. - Oh mon amour... Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue Tu vas tu vas et tu viens Entre mes reins Tu vas et tu viens Entre mes reins Et je Te re- joins Je t'aime je t'aime Oh oui je t'aime! - Moi non plus. - Oh mon amour... - Comme la vague irrésolue Je vais je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Et je Me re- Tiens Tu vas et tu viens Entre mes reins Et je Te re- joins - Je t'aime je t'aime - Oh oui je t'aime! - Moi non plus. - Oh mon amour... L'amour physique est sans issue Je vais je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Je vais et je viens Entre tes reins Je me retiens - Non! maintenant Viens! |
| I'm feeling routinied right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Rakoon replied on Wed Jun 11, 2008 @ 9:03am |
 Coolness: 175435 | SAVAGE GARDEN
I Don't Know You Anymore I would like to visit you for a while Get away and out of this city Maybe I shouldn't have called but someone had to be the first to break We can go sit on your back porch Relax Talk about anything It don't matter I'll be courageous if you can pretend that you've forgiven me Because I don't know you anymore I don't recognize this place The picture frames have changed and so has your name We don't talk much anymore We keep running from the pain But what I wouldn't give to see your face again Springtime in the city Always such relief from the winter freeze The snow was more lonely than cold If you know what I mean Everyone's got an agenda, don't stop Keep that chin up, you'll be all right Can you believe what a year it's been Are you still the same? Has your opinion changed? 'Cause I don't know you anymore I don't recognize this place The picture frames have changed and so has your name We don't talk much anymore We keep running from these sentences But what I wouldn't give to see your face again I know I let you down Again and again I know I never really treated you right I've paid the price I'm still paying for it every day So maybe I shouldn't have called Was it too soon to tell? Oh what the hell It doesn't really matter How do you redefine something that never really had a name? Has your opinion changed? Because I don't know you anymore I don't recognize this place The picture frames have changed and so has your name We don't talk much anymore We keep running from the pain But what I wouldn't give to see your face again I see your face I see your face |
| I'm feeling gimme a broomstick ! right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Lady_A replied on Wed Jun 18, 2008 @ 9:17pm |
 Coolness: 96645 | Take this longing - Leonard Cohen
Many men have loved the bells you fastened to the rein, and everyone who wanted you they found what they will always want again. Your beauty lost to you yourself just as it was lost to them. Oh take this longing from my tongue, whatever useless things these hands have done. Let me see your beauty broken down like you would do for one you love. Your body like a searchlight my poverty revealed, I would like to try your charity until you cry, "Now you must try my greed." And everything depends upon how near you sleep to me Just take this longing from my tongue all the lonely things my hands have done. Let me see your beauty broken down like you would do for one your love. Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed, I stand in ruins behind you, with your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps. I love to see you naked over there especially from the back. Oh take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done, untie for me your hired blue gown, like you would do for one that you love. You're faithful to the better man, I'm afraid that he left. So let me judge your love affair in this very room where I have sentenced mine to death. I'll even wear these old laurel leaves that he's shaken from his head. Just take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done, let me see your beauty broken down, like you would do for one you love. Like you would do for one you love. |
| I'm feeling toothache & in love right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 10:48am |
| Coolness: 158230 | For a friend going through a hard time, part of Dreamer by Atmosphere (which was posted fully on page 2)
She gotta live right and do right by self She do for self, she don't want your help Afraid of bein alone, but fear ain't enough to knock her off of that stone This is life, we all strain While we pray for dollars and we work for change It's all the same, we all struggle Some time you gotta say fuck you! When you smile and she doesn't return it Give her room, man, don't disturb it If it makes it hurt less to curse and fight Go ahead and hate the world, girl, you earned the right |
| I'm feeling your mom right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 11:08am |
| Coolness: 61050 | this song is sooooo goood Update » the_worm wrote on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 11:26am here's one by mac lethal and sadistik
For every hole I've punched in the wall Every piece paper crumbled as we've suffer in the bloodiest fall For every pulsating ego blistered into moon ripe nosebleeds I nurse these festering wounds and drop rose seeds To grow an orchid garden Now the pains on your portrait hardens with a face that resorts to jargon Scribbled like a suicide note Like I'll stop I show the beauty by a profile Shock, freeze, don't fret for the truth Cause I�ll pray till I heard footsteps on the roof I swear to god I don't believe in angels Ask me, atheist, ashy Where's the wings in this relationship Passions has passed me, cast another spell Mortified, melancholy, Madness to Michelle Suicide Sarah, illiterate your fate, worship the absence, and demonstrate my faith [Sadistik] Face in the mirror on my bathroom door I saw her dance in rain in the summer downpour [Mac Lethal] I saw her dance till the rain put the fire out Burned at the steak, Joan of Arc little anxious saint I illustrate the gates of hell into my notebook her flesh burns up in the furnace Ashes to Ashley Urns to something urnest I slit my wrist and curse with an ink pen Write a revelation, burn a stack of bibles, question my faith, get my churlish ass to smile Find another suttel piece of confidence to muster Her ministry echoes in this mind Olympic structure Cremate the dieing Christmas trees The winter is full of bitter, ashy, black blizzards And when the superstition delivered And it came down the chimney they found her in the fire place with me Ashes to Ashley It's not going out its still half dead, how many angels can you fit on a match head Count them Try start a fire Do it Turn the volume down or write a song to her movement The fire's only half dead, how many angels can you fit on a match head Count them Try start a fire Do it Turn the volume down or write a song to her movement (x2) I'm feeling like I'm half dead, how many angels can you fit on a match head Count them Try start a fire Do it Turn the volume down and watch her move [Sadistik] We walked a broken path while the sun was bleak And we were holding hands on these rusted swings That a call us sam a Love would sink un disease and we would drown underneath When you were squinting to catch my lip speech To try to catch tress to catch what it means And you found what would grow between us So I thought about you while I wrote the phoenix And now my spine shivers From the notes that you speak, a perfect pitch, melody and the emotions you seek That I�m composing in dreams so you see that I love you And I�ll hold your broken dreams till I�m bleeding in puddles She breaks bones and breaks pomes and rates on hex Pants those that paid those that paint the Rolex Rain flows became hopes of rainbow let Angels with halos and saints slow bless Death to this world now isn�t enough Now that I found you I wanna hide you from the company that misery loves And so I draw blood with few strokes And our love is true close so you can draw attention with the pen that you hold Reveal your energy; you will just get to keep The radioactive I can feel your chemistry, weak gave c-waves and freebase off replays; the relates are clich�s to see fate would be grace I find peace and Ill dance on nice sheets To paint the silhouettes and tears the skys weep Well burn bridges to find warmth from lifes storms To cross roads at the point where lives meet Ill show you memories that hate to reveal If you just feel what I say Then I could say what I feel And I finally learned what it takes to confess Well take you to place filled with grace and sunsets |
| I'm feeling in a box right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GODISDEAD_ replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 11:31am |
 Coolness: 77285 | Marilyn Manson - Angel with the scabbed wings
He is the angel with the scabbed wings Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose He will deflower the freshest crop Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores Dead Is what he is, he does what he please The things that he has you'll never want to see What you're never gonna be now Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people You don't want to see him You only want to be him Mommy's got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow Man can't always reap what he sow he is the maker he is the taker he is the saviour he is the raper Get back you're never gonna leave him Get back you're always gonna please him |
| I'm feeling nkotb right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 12:18pm |
| Coolness: 158230 | Parts of Hell of a Year, by Sage Francis.
Yeah, you've been dealt a bad hand. Placed against a stacked deck Been through all the cat scans and bad checks But I slashed your debt. Not your wrists And I couldn't help with anything else that became cancerous Halfway people with a full baby to bury Took a flame to the papier-mache sanctuary When the smoke clears...try not to stare into the light But, also, don't stay in the dark as if that's what life is like It's just a series of unfortunate events But the messages we get are more important than death What's the rush? I've got a shortness of breath What's the rush? Running from [ you...ru ] from me It's the rush. The crush. The lust. The love-trust So what's the trouble? The busted bubble? The unjust? That's just the way the cookie crumbles. It does suck But suck it up. We're all looking, but nothing's enough We used each other as a crutch. The clutch. The shift switches You couldn't just adjust. You combusted and ripped pictures This is why I'm not considered a saint? Well, guess what?......I ain't |
| I'm feeling your mom right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» w.c.forcefields replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 2:07pm |
 Coolness: 37210 | cannibal ox - vein
[Vordul] Pop goes the flow of the weasel Strapped with an Ox full of diesel Trapped in the desert with eagles Thoughts of ghetto acapellas in cathedrals Spilling heavy gospels with cheaters Twisted up, high off the reefer Lost beyond regions of logic and reason, just being We high so be not so obedient to society's laws and limitations Lost in this ghetto population I'm just another face that's facing all types of, like Stereotypes and hatred But I ain't going to whet that and get all stressed out I'm just trying to make it and strive with my... Hellbent Hell went through changes, emotions, inner thoughts and rages Relieved and released on pages My life in its cycle and stages Seen through descriptions in nature Ever since back in the days when niggaz was loving and hating Everyone trapped and two thou caught The Matrix With diseases of judgement that breed through the hatred Conceived through these scenes and then painted Now what really defines the line of a hater And what defines the line of someone even greater And what makes somebody jump that line trying to take it Wrapped behind enemy lines trying to make it Mind in another universe while my physical's stuck on the earth In these inner city mazes [Vast Aire] Yo (11x) Lay that shit down What is you, a clown? You wanna see a little kid get shot? Give me two good reasons so I don't smack you For flashing a gun in my face just to get some respect All in all, it's all love and I'm here to protect You only twelve years old, someone'll snap your neck You let your pants sag, but your thoughts gotta pull up Mental calisthenics, lazer brains can't push up Or even sit up to fight for what they believe in He thought about it I said, "Peace, keep breathing." I see him mumbling, shrugging his shoulder He probably cursing, but he know better He had a beretta with the rubbed off serial digit And I know he got it from Carlos The Midget The only cat I know cold enough to hustle shit to kids Been in this three man team forming eight arm squid And they laugh in the face of Any possibilities of being through and dead We're all from the same ghettos And these are the same hollow tips that knock nearly out of stilettos He cocked first, I cocked second And in that exact second both of the gats burst "Man, this is your last fucking chance." "Fuck you, this is your last chance." [Vordul] Live and orchestrated From blocks where animals grew up as four lazers We twist mad sabres Rock the sky pimping jays all day blazes Wrapped in these inner city mazes Relaxing on corners where cats stay wasted Choking on 4-0 basics, you taste it My life's an oasis, this trife's what I make it Straight through these days spitting raps that laced it I'm just trying to blaze these mics on the stages Write on these pages like life as a scene, in amazement Like, "Ima stay blazing mics until I'm fading Off of this surface to return to my nature" In the meantime, spit flows and cop acres Put my fam in it with shelter that spaces Everyday life, yo, is rap in these mazes I'm just trying to make it The O-E slowly dissolves in my belly, got me aching Niggaz up the block, yo I swear, trying to take it But I'ma stay patient, watching every move made in the jungle It's live trying to strive in this struggle New York state of mind, that's the home that I come to Nothing but pigeons living, trapped in this system Bleeding, screaming...phoenix We needed that scrap for that meaning to stay shining Trying to escape out of hellfires and lakes Brain on another plane gliding through acid rain That's stress trying to master pain Spit words, not to hurt, but to bash your brain That's the worth of an MC wrapped in the vein New York |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 2:27pm |
| Coolness: 61050 | mr.lif--i phantom
Check it out I been waitin', playin', for a long time X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind I turn on the TV, I see crime Script written diligently and aired on time Push the power button, now I'm to the tower somethin Opened up my fridge and found nothin Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom Wishin' I could write another tune But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's The burden of things I couldn't bear Feelings weren't dealt with properly Remorse follows me With his good friend, the threat of poverty Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance I take a look at myself and at first glance I see who I recently thought to be me Based on identities public and private Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject Hopin' to detect life, erect what god gave Human laws are laid, we go to war, come back And come up with more I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy Charming, crass, and potentially Dangerous, have you ever heard of such? I'm invisible and impossible to touch This is not my beautiful melting identity The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line Is personal, one amongst many is the macro, Made from the pain of the fragile (repeat 3x) I still say fresh dope and things of that sort I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear Of disease and distress that lingers in the air These are the words of a man in purgatory Words of a simpleton living in oblivion Is this the model for life you will envisionin free as can be in a world of imprisonment? I dare you to check new territory American dream? Time for another story One where I don't choke to keep afloat I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope With a knife to my own throat Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat Because I know the ropes Reality in this world is bought and sold A very limited scope of life is shown And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled Left to erode in my humble abode You won't hear me because I got no loot You don't hear me because you don't compute I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such? I'm invisible and impossible to touch Single mother, who are you? (I phantom) Office worker, who are you? (I phantom) Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom) Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom) Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom) Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom) Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom) Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom) |
| I'm feeling in a box right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GODISDEAD_ replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:04pm |
| Coolness: 77285 | Queen Bitch - Lil Kim
If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer I am a diamond cluster hustler Queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch Murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease free bitch Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin In the tunnel in Eso's Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer you think you greater, uh (You niggaz got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch) Check my pitch, or send it persona And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossin my rolex rich Shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:18pm |
| Coolness: 61050 | oh so you wanna go sexy gangsta.
You thought you're really dirty? Now try some of this filth! [Verse 1] You got to douche your puss 'cause that shit's stinky My cum is screaming drink me My cocks like a slinky, plus my pinky is kinky Essentials through ya mental, Club Confidential My phallus shoved in the mouth of Yentle equals crazy potential How 'bout I tear apart the vagina of Asia Carrera Shockin' Asia, how 'bout I shove my cock in 'n taze ya From glamour pj's, she used to give me bj's That bitch was tight, I sliced her panties off with a kitchen knife What'chu do to your tits? Had the silicone implant em', enlarge em', reduce em' Now them shits look like the gruesome two-some No jive'in, I'm down with muff divin' at a drive-in I'll make a piggy a treat you like a slut from caligula With some cannabis and teeth for my flesh Cleaver'll be rippin' to pieces the trashy beaver a diva My phone sex, will have you fucking your reciever Through sex phone ads, I got sluts sucking my gonads Your tits are so big you could call the ones on Dolly small Suck them shits, Z-cups bigger than fuckin' volleyballs For me to grab my meat and beat it No credit cards needed, my cock's a frank for they heat it Hungry hooker here eat it! [Verse 2] I hope you can digest my fresh flesh for real You like t.v. dinners? My fuckin' cock's a gourmet meal I'm jerkin' off, ripped on hash hits Beepin' twats, lick clits, and flash tits I got a wide variety Of high society whores like Rosanna Arquette Her pussy's cheaper than food up in the mark-et, my star pet Mushy shit like panties in a pussy lips Give her a spankin', and shove my shank in, and leave her tooshy split Hit up her honeys, tunnelin' Nestle I'll make a lesbian out of Lisa Marie Presley Im'a plead John Leslie You're dead if ya homely My shits for adults over 8 years old only I ran mad game son on Jenna Jameson Just to name some, hookers that ate cum My dick, Im'a make Mother Teresa eat it I'd like to treat Lisa Lisa sweet Bitch Im'a fuck you like a piece of meat [Verse 3] Make way but my wiener hits Pounding ya' mound and this double pleasure 'Cause you got an extra treasure of a vagina between your tits This D-Cups for ya', I'm filthy like Vince Voyeur Stuffin' 50 year old Erika Boyer O Goya I'll leave Victoria perished, embarrased when I fuck her with carrots She's the younger version of Mrs. Garrett My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn fingerin' Nikki Sinn so she'll be rockin' the sticky chin My companion is Christy Canyon her cunt's like the Grand Canyon I'll strangle her tits with a lanyard You're wife'll bug when I suck her nipples and have em' point you like a rifle slug My sex is a trifle drug Every tit gets the same treatment I eat ya' puss you suck my dick it's an agreement [Chorus] All hotties eat the jizz All hotties eat the jizz All hotties eat the jizz All hotties eat the jizz All hotties eat the jizz All hotties eat the jizz All hotties eat the jizz All hotties eat the jizz |
| I'm feeling in a box right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:19pm |
 Coolness: 685585 | Necro FTW! |
| I'm feeling airconditioned bliss right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GODISDEAD_ replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:24pm |
| Coolness: 77285 | Jesus Christ The Worm !!!!!!!!!
loll thats just skanky nasty ! :P |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:27pm |
| Coolness: 61050 | i know!! i wasn't sure if it was ok to post some necro,but you know... |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:28pm |
| Coolness: 685585 | Necro is... unique... hehehe
Frank Zito, Tamma, For Ralphus (For Ralphus) Natacha Dinatelli, Shout out to Saddam do it, (laughing) [Hook - Necro] White slavery when bitches get put under seige shoved into a van and kidnapped right from the street never to be seen again by any of their peeps just a victim buried deep in the world of creeps who roam through alleyways accociating with freaks you'll never be found but cops will be searching for weeks looking for leaks, hoping somebody speaks while your brain is washed and your memory they delete [Verse 1 - Ill Bill] Woman need to be loved, injected with needles and drugs subjected to torture and kidnapped they need us to cum it's proven, I feed em dog food, they prefer human make 'em savagely beat each other bloody for my amusement It's all fun and games, I keep 'em handcuffed in chains sexually make 'em do the most disgusting things starve 'em to cannibals, make 'em eat each others brains changed and deranged, stores begin to seem like nothings strange while retarded acquaintances get fist fucked and raped covered in lighter fluid, lit up and ingulfed in flames sound proof walls guarantee to muffle your screams squirm on a shit stained mattres in a puddle of pee selling you to the highest bidder for a bundle of D and Imma be a scumbag till I'm a hundred and three throw you in the back of a van, rag stuck in ya teeth smothered in chloroform, you wake up smothered in creeps [Hook] [Verse 2 - Necro] I'm enslaving woman from Ukraine, they don't understand english but they understand pain, It's the language of anguish your situations hopeless, decieved into dancing topless then force you into prostitution with coke heads police keep the silence while you sleep with clients you prostest you won't eat and you get beat like a child does and when your destroyed like woman from Latvia you'll be sold to the muslim part of Bosnia by the mafia from where there is no return forever you'll be on ya knees labeled a coffee table in leather we have no hearts with mafiosy, evil like Bella Lugosi white slavery O.G.'s that own police full of hate, Spanish midgets pull you out of crates kidnapped woman dangled from chains their fate to be raped killers with Frank Zito cuts deliver slaves in vans from Iran that's delicacy like a gorilla's liver like the stench of a roach we'll bring it to you critics fowl like a blowgun and a naked chick in a trenchcoat chopping your feet of, don't shut the beat off leave it, believe it we're coming to cut the meat off and meat cleave it [Hook] |
| I'm feeling airconditioned bliss right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» GODISDEAD_ replied on Thu Jun 19, 2008 @ 3:28pm |
| Coolness: 77285 | yea its okay to post anything The Worm :)
We love nasty hehe |
| I'm feeling nkotb right now.. | |
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