The Lyrics Thread
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 6:56pm |
 Coolness: 685585 | ^^ best video ever!
also, it's not I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you that's right You Never Know What's over there the whole thing was done as a "joke" for everyone that says there's subliminal messages in music, it says "I'm gonna tell you, I'm gonna tell you, kill yourself now, 'cause I'm gonna tell you, I'm gonna tell you, kill your god now, yeah I'm gonna tell you, I'm gonna tell you, kill your mom and dad" |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AliceInAcidLand replied on Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 7:32pm |
 Coolness: 180085 | Really? I could never hear it properly with the guitar solo. Thanks (: |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 8:05pm |
| Coolness: 685585 | It was done to go with the shirt that was out at the same time.. I've got the Antichrist Superstar "remake" with the bolt logo on the back, but it's the same front:
small: Warning: Listening to the music of Marilyn Manson will large: KILL GOD small: in your impressionable teenage minds. As a result, you could be convinced to large: KILL YOUR MOM AND DAD small: and, in an act of hopeless rock 'n roll behaviour, large: KILL YOURSELF small: So please, burn all your records while you still have a chance. *edit* this shirt:  |
| I'm feeling fucking horny right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AliceInAcidLand replied on Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 8:40pm |
| Coolness: 180085 | I read about that in his book, the shirts. I want one.
Where can you get them besides online? Do they still sell them in stores? |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 9:14pm |
| Coolness: 685585 | they've been out of print since 96-97 I think.. really hard to find. I really want to get the ones from when it was still The Spooky Kids, where it's the Salvation Army logo, but it says The Satanic Army |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AliceInAcidLand replied on Tue Aug 12, 2008 @ 10:38pm |
| Coolness: 180085 | *sigh*
I've been looking for that one for a while. I hate Ebay..... I guess I'll just deal with his new Eat Me, Drink Me shirt. |
| I'm feeling sketched right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Wed Aug 13, 2008 @ 9:17am |
 Coolness: 185350 | probablement que j'post pas ça dans le bon forum, mais bon moi j'adore ce groupe, j'adore la musique "bistro" française depuis vraiment longtemps et l'un de mes groupes préférés c'est les Ogres de Barback. J'adore aussi pleurer sur cette chanson
Cette chanson est originalement chanter par Pierre Perret, qui me fait aussi pleurer à toutes les fois! Au café du Canal Chez la jolie Rosette au café du canal Sur le tronc du tilleul qui ombrageait le bal On pouvait lire sous deux cœurs entrelacés Ici on peut apporter ses baisers Moi, mes baisers je les avais perdus Et je croyais déjà avoir tout embrassé Mais je ne savais pas que tu étais venue Et que ta bouche neuve en était tapissée La chance jusqu'ici ne m'avait pas souri Sur mon berceau les fées se penchaient pas beaucoup Et chaque fois que je tombais dans un carré d'orties Y avait une guêpe qui me piquait dans le cou Pourtant ma chance aujourd'hui elle est là Sous la tonnelle verte de tes cils courbés Quand tu m'as regardé pour la première fois Ma vieille liberté s'est mise à tituber On était seul au monde dans ce bal populeux Et dans une seule main j'emprisonnais ta taille Tes seins poussaient les plis de ton corsage bleu Ils ont bien failli gagner le bataille J'aime le ciel parce qu'il est dans tes yeux J'aime l'oiseau parce qu'il sait ton nom J'aime ton rire et tous ces mots curieux Que tu viens murmurer au col de mon veston Et je revois tes mains croisées sur ta poitrine Tes habits jetés sur une chaise au pied du lit Ton petit cœur faisait des petits bonds de sardine Quand j'ai posé ma tête contre lui Dieu, tu remercies Dieu ça c'est de toi Mais mon amour pour toi est autrement plus fort Est-ce que Dieu aurait pu dormir auprès de toi Pendant toute une nuit sans toucher à ton corps Chez la jolie Rosette au café du canal Sur le tronc du tilleul qui ombrageait le bal On pouvait lire sous deux cœurs entrelacés Ici on peut apporter ses baisers Update » Daf wrote on Wed Aug 13, 2008 @ 9:19am "J'aime le ciel parce qu'il est dans tes yeux
J'aime l'oiseau parce qu'il sait ton nom" aww |
| I'm feeling kiss me, im shitface right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Wed Aug 13, 2008 @ 2:56pm |
 Coolness: 61050 | George brassens
1 Mourir pour des idées, l'idée est excellente Moi j'ai failli mourir de ne l'avoir pas eue Car tous ceux qui l'avaient, multitude accablante En hurlant à la mort me sont tombés dessus Ils ont su me convaincre et ma muse insolente Abjurant ses erreurs se rallie à leur foi Avec un soupçon de réserve toutefois. R Mourons pour des idées d'accord mais de mort lente D'accord mais de mort lente. 2 Jugeant qu'il n'y a pas péril en la demeure Allons vers l'autre monde en flânant en chemin Car à forcer l'allure il arrive qu'on meure Pour des idées n'ayant plus cours le lendemain Or s'il est une chose amère désolante En rendant l'âme à Dieu c'est bien de constater Qu'on a fait fausse route qu'on s'est trompé d'idée. 3 Les Saints Jean Bouche d'or qui prêchent le martyre Le plus souvent d'ailleurs s'attardent ici-bas Mourir pour des idées c'est le cas de le dire C'est leur raison de vivre ils ne s'en privent pas Dans presque tous les camps on en voit qui supplantent Bientôt Mathusalem dans la longévité J'en conclus qu'ils doivent se dire en aparté. 4 Des idées réclamant le fameux sacrifice Les sectes de tout poil en offrent des séquelles Et la question se pose aux victimes novices Mourir pour des idées, c'est bien beau, mais lesquelles ? Et comme toutes sont entre elles ressemblantes Quand il les voit venir, avec leur gros drapeau Le sage, en hésitant tourne autour du tombeau. 5 Encor' s'il suffisait de quelques hécatombes Pour qu'enfin tout changeât, qu'enfin tout s'arrangeât ! Depuis tant de " grands soirs " que tant de têtes tombent Au paradis sur terre on y serait déjà Mais l'âge d'or sans cesse est remis aux calendes Les dieux ont toujours soif, n'en ont jamais assez Et c'est la mort, la mort toujours recommencé'. 6 Ô vous, les boutefeux, ô vous, les bons apôtres Mourez donc les premiers nous vous cédons le pas Mais, de grâce, morbleu ! laissez vivre les autres ! La vie est à peu près leur seul luxe ici-bas Car, enfin la Camarde est assez vigilante Elle n'a pas besoin qu'on lui tienne la faux Plus de danse macabre autour des échafauds |
| I'm feeling in a box right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» pussyvamp replied on Fri Aug 15, 2008 @ 6:31pm |
 Coolness: 208775 | It's time to find some peace of mind
Something that is real To know you're ready for this change Will it ever be the same (ever be the same) Will it ever be the same? Holding to all the things you know Far away they seem Cause I will never let you go I will set your body free I will set your body free Got to free your mind Take you somewhere new Never feels the same Leaving without you This is our time Time for me and you Got to free your mind Take you somewhere new I will set your body... I see you burning up inside Too afraid to cry But if you've felt what I feel Would you let it slide? To see a world through child's eyes Believe your destiny Will your soul keep on running Or are you ultimately free? I will set your body free I will set your body... I will set your body free Got to free your mind Take you somewhere new Never feels the same Leaving without you This is our time Time for me and you Got to free your mind Take you somewhere new |
| I'm feeling blrlrlrlrlrllrp right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AliceInAcidLand replied on Sat Aug 16, 2008 @ 3:48pm |
| Coolness: 180085 | Aphex - Milkman
I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, in the morning I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, when I'm yawning I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, in the morning I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, when I'm yawning I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, in the morning I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, when I'm yawning I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, in the morning I wish the milk man would deliver my milk, when I'm yawning I would like some milk from the milk man's wife's tits I would like some milk from the milk man's wife's tits I would like some milk from the milk man's wife's tits I would like some milk from the milk man's wife's tits I would like some milk from the milk man's wife's tits I would like some milk from the milk man's wife's tits |
| I'm feeling murderous right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» pussyvamp replied on Sat Aug 16, 2008 @ 9:37pm |
| Coolness: 208775 | HAHA.. Aphex twins are such freaks. =P |
| I'm feeling blrlrlrlrlrllrp right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AliceInAcidLand replied on Sun Aug 17, 2008 @ 2:23pm |
| Coolness: 180085 | What do you mean twins? It's only one guy. |
| I'm feeling murderous right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» pussyvamp replied on Sun Aug 17, 2008 @ 5:56pm |
| Coolness: 208775 | Oh, it's just Aphex? W/E loll |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Mon Aug 18, 2008 @ 8:06am |
 Coolness: 158230 | Brand New Day - Dr.Horrible (Dr.Horrible's Sing-Along Blog Soundtrack)
This appeared as a moral dilemma Cause at first it was weird though I swore to eliminate The worst of the plague that devoured humanity It’s true I was vague on the ‘How’ so how can it be that you have shown me the light? It’s a brand new day And the sun is high All the birds are singing That you’re gonna die How I hesitated Now I wonder why It’s a brand new day All the times that you beat me unconscious I’ll forgive All the crimes Incomplete, listen honestly I’ll live Mr. Cool, Mr. Right, Mr. Knowitall is through Now my future’s so bright and I owe it all to you Who showed me the light It’s a brand new me I’ve got no remorse Now the water’s rising but I know the course I’m gonna shock the world Gonna Show Bad Horse It’s a Brand New Day And Penny will see the evil me Not a joke not a dork not a failure And she may cry but her tears will dry When I hand her the keys to a shiny new Australia. It’s a brand new day Yeah the sun is high All the angels sing Because you’re gonna die Go ahead and laugh Yeah I’m a funny guy Tell everyone goodbye It’s a brand new day Update » DCRn wrote on Tue Sep 9, 2008 @ 4:58pm Leonard Cohen's Avalanche:
Well I stepped into an avalanche, It covered up my soul; When I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain, You must learn, learn to serve me well. You strike my side by accident As you go down for your gold. The cripple here that you clothe and feed Is neither starved nor cold; He does not ask for your company, Not at the centre, the centre of the world. When I am on a pedestal, You did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me To kneel grotesque and bare. I myself am the pedestal For this ugly hump at which you stare. You who wish to conquer pain, You must learn what makes me kind; The crumbs of love that you offer me, Theyre the crumbs Ive left behind. Your pain is no credential here, Its just the shadow, shadow of my wound. I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed; I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need. You say youve gone away from me, But I can feel you when you breathe. Do not dress in those rags for me, I know you are not poor; You dont love me quite so fiercely now When you know that you are not sure, It is your turn, beloved, It is your flesh that I wear. |
| I'm feeling fretful right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PonChalice replied on Fri Sep 12, 2008 @ 12:49pm |
 Coolness: 76250 | Show me that smile again (Ooh show me that smile)
Don't waste another minute on your cryin' We're nowhere near the end (We're nowhere near...) The best is ready to begin Ooh... As long as we got each other We got the world spinnin' right in our hands Baby you and me... We got to be... The luckiest dreamers who never quit dreamin' As long as we keep on givin' We can take anything that comes our way Baby rain or shine... All the time... We got each other Sharin' the laughter and love shanananaaa! |
| I'm feeling the acid kick in right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Fri Sep 12, 2008 @ 1:32pm |
| Coolness: 185350 | C'était un petit bonheur
Que j'avais ramassé Il était tout en pleurs Sur le bord d'un fossé Quand il m'a vu passer Il s'est mis à crier: "Monsieur, ramassez-moi Chez vous amenez-moi Mes frères m'ont oublié, je suis tombé, je suis malade Si vous n'me cueillez point, je vais mourir, quelle ballade ! Je me ferai petit, tendre et soumis, je vous le jure Monsieur, je vous en prie, délivrez-moi de ma torture" J'ai pris le p'tit bonheur L'ai mis sous mes haillons J'ai dit: " Faut pas qu'il meure Viens-t'en dans ma maison " Alors le p'tit bonheur A fait sa guérison Sur le bord de mon coeur Y avait une chanson Mes jours, mes nuits, mes peines, mes deuils, mon mal, tout fut oublié Ma vie de désoeuvré, j'avais dégoût d'la r'commencer Quand il pleuvait dehors ou qu'mes amis m'faisaient des peines J'prenais mon p'tit bonheur et j'lui disais: "C'est toi ma reine" Mon bonheur a fleuri Il a fait des bourgeons C'était le paradis Ça s'voyait sur mon front Or un matin joli Que j'sifflais ce refrain Mon bonheur est parti Sans me donner la main J'eus beau le supplier, le cajoler, lui faire des scènes Lui montrer le grand trou qu'il me faisait au fond du coeur Il s'en allait toujours, la tête haute, sans joie, sans haine Comme s'il ne pouvait plus voir le soleil dans ma demeure J'ai bien pensé mourir De chagrin et d'ennui J'avais cessé de rire C'était toujours la nuit Il me restait l'oubli Il me restait l'mépris Enfin que j'me suis dit: Il me reste la vie J'ai repris mon bêton, mes deuils, mes peines et mes guenilles Et je bats la semelle dans des pays de malheureux Aujourd'hui quand je vois une fontaine ou une fille Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux ...Je fais un grand détour ou bien je me ferme les yeux... |
| I'm feeling kiss me, im shitface right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Rakoon replied on Tue Sep 16, 2008 @ 5:06pm |
 Coolness: 175435 | Kids on the street,
Kids on the beat. Beat Kids! BEAT KIDS! |
| I'm feeling rhube des fboin right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» the_worm replied on Wed Sep 17, 2008 @ 2:11pm |
| Coolness: 61050 | cecil otter---100 fathers
now this new jack can sit in the old room going for broke wrangling wild horses with my toes in the rope holding a smoke, i lay back and enjoy the drag i may be broke, praise the fact that i employ the flag burners on freights make it hard to watch the road sometimes looking for a place to stay in barbershops with open signs soaked in wine, booze smoking wisdom now i'm the right mood to hold the rhythm i hold some wholesome women pick up the old six string and write a song for false imprisonment but i never shot a man and i never been to reno guess i'm better of demanding plans of ??? there's a veteran of this monster who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunderkisses' waterworks night stalker walking dead with other offers my rudder's locked for the evening, ship still sailing crushing into docks when i'm sleeping don't mock the meaning and i won't stop dreaming while i'm off eating more than i can fit my mouth around this sound has lost its leaning often feeding on its own young so what's the cost of fleeing if you don't run now no one is as beautiful as a rainy season making love to a funeral for the dead-dreamers, and the slave drivers, this is cecil otter forever fever for the cave-lifers, and stage divers, and cage fighters like this oat sleeps in the acorn, that ghost sleeps in the new born i slit the throats to keep my cave warm in hopes that it keeps my true form somber there's a veteran of this monster who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunderkisses' waterworks night stalker walking dead with other offers this house is haunted it was built over burried axes this couch, i'm on it still sober barely active carry caskets that some are calling dead weight they're of the falling (?) type eating dough before the bread bakes my head aches and it pains me to medicate it but until i learn to brave the road alone i'll stay dedicated if my bed is made with an audience in mind it'll most likely fight me off with the fists of time i don't miss the finer things in life anymore designer rings were just knives, ready for the kill ready for the score, how many whore their skill how many warm their soul with the will of an author there's a veteran of this monster who wears the heads of a hundred fathers and lets the thunderkisses' waterworks night stalker walking dead with other offers like this oat sleeps in the acorn, that ghost sleeps in the new born i slit the throats to keep my cave warm in hopes that it keeps my true form somber |
| I'm feeling in a box right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cutterhead replied on Thu Sep 18, 2008 @ 4:51pm |
 Coolness: 131590 | uhmm still gonna harvest hate coming my way again ...
here goes, "Bring Back The Bomb" Hiroshima, A shadow burned in time Nagasaki, naked baby melts alive Burnt flesh and rubble from sea to dead shore Such a hideous theatre of war But that was the end--Why? There are so many more that must die Is that not part of the plan? I must use the nukes I can't kill you all with my hands Hydrogen bomb, new signs of doom Thermo-nuclear, neutron bomb too... You say these devices must never be used I say you're mistaken, let's get to the fuse Bring--Bring back the bomb This is state policy, "by other means" Your life ends in terror, this is now decreed This is the twisting of bloody steel beams The bomb blows air backwards, there's no time to scream When they tested the A-bomb, they had a real fear The blast will destroy your sweet atmosphere But far more important as power increases Was wasting the planet in well-ordered pieces Bring--bring back the bomb Bring--bring--bring--bring back the bomb Bring back the bomb It's been far too long Summon the brazen war chariot Bring back the bomb what makes it so wrong? Release the beast, you can't bury it Hoi Hrup [8x] Why should the fire be shared with so few? Let bombs explode, 'cause that's what they do Nuke Mecca, New York, the Vatican too Give me a bomb, I'll drop it on you Why stop at only two? You showed the world just what it can do What a waste not to destroy Come play at war, man, and bring your best toy Who gives a fuck about a nuclear war? Let bombs explode, because that's what they're for Last minute warning, the sirens they sing Chaos, the reason, death, what we bring Humans now look to the sky! You worship missiles, yet they know no side I guess it was all a lie So grab ass with both hands, it's your turn to die Die--it's your turn to die [x2] Lies--they killed you with lies Die, human, die And while we're at it, let's go nuke Tibet Let's vaporize the oceans with glee Saving the whales an agenda for some Nuking them sits well with me Bring-bring back the bomb They know not what they do Bring-bring back the bomb Bring--bring-bring--bring back the bomb Bring back the bomb They know not what they do Bring--bring--bring back the bomb Bring--bring--bring--bring back the bomb Bring back the bomb it's been far too long Summon the brazen war chariot Bring back the bomb What makes it so wrong? Release the beast, you can't bury it Hoi! What makes it so wrong? ----------- "Womb With A View" Fiendish and crude Froosty and lews This is the life I have whored myself to Spackled and battered and smothered and covered And cleaving and cloven and bitter and blued Your womb Your breeding sac Your womb is a membrane I must penetrate Your womb is a sewer I grunt at the grate Your womb is a sewer Your womb is manure but still, I'm worse My life is a sinkhole Egregious and rude Worm fested and filthy Froosty and lewd A womb with a view When one becomes two Fuck you Never to matter the number of flies feasting the flab that bolsters your thighs Your womb Your breeding hive Womb with a view I see you I was born Deep in the void Raped by millions I soon grew Annoyed! Could I somehow elope? Like a molecule in a microscope So your womb won't become the tomb of our dead baby Never to matter the number of flies Lapping the flab that bolsters your thighs Womb with a view When one becomes two Fuck you Your womb is a membrane I must penetrate Your womb is a sewer I grunt at the grate Your womb is a sewer Your womb is manure But still, I'm worse ---- and icp rocks too Dead pumpkins (Teacher) J, do you have a Halloween story for the class? (Vilent J) Ye-ye-yeah, um there was this boy and he lived in his house and um, he went to bed one day and then when he woke up um, and when he woke up he was, he was up to his head in the dirt and um, he couldn't move and this man came walkin along but instead of the man helping him out the man just started kickin him and kickin him in his face over and over and then he got the lawn mower and then he..... Dick or Treat, bone apetit All the little kiddies runnin down my street Gathering candy treats door to door But they walk pass mine, what for? Probably cuz the pumpkins on my porch are real Real human heads carved out with steel Cut out the eyes man it takes but a minute Rip out the b-b-b-b-brains and put a candle in it Maybe they leave cuz I take 'em inside Come and meet mother, 2 years ago she died Little boys laugh cuz they think it's just a dummy But then the smell hits 'em, mmm, smells yummy Open your bag and I give you my treat Crusty yellow toes off a dead woman's feet Take me by the hand and I lead you down stairs And that, little chickies, is were you'll spend the next 7 years Staring and weakening chained to the wall Starin at a roach hoping it will crawl Into your mouth for a tasty cuisine Yes my little friends, it's the Dead Pumpkin Halloween (Shaggy 2 Dope) Ahhhhh yeah it's that special time of year boys and girls So come to the pumpkin patch and bring your panty sacks So I can shit in 'em you bitch (Violent J) Well I love all the children but I can't fuck around Don't come to my door dressed as a clown Cuz you never know I might take it the wrong way Cuz I'm the real wicked Juggalocaro Violent J All year round, but I love my Halloween You never get an apple or a purple jellybean Droplets of chocolate a licorice snack Instead you get a deep friend French poodle nutsack Looking out my door I see no children in sight Perhaps there all dead, yesterday was devils night They burn down the city and they leave it crispy chard light myself on fire and I dance around my backyard All the pretty girlies I can see were your at Sitting on your window I can turn into a bat Watchin you remove all your little clothesies for bed I crashed through your window and land on your head Drinking the blood, blood is gone to the bone Now I must leave mothers calling me home Up to the moonlight I'm gone from the scene Peace to Detroit city, and have a Dead Pumpkin Halloween (Shaggy 2 Dope) Yeah I'll snatch your little candy bag Only I'm a tie it around your mutha fuckin neck And choke you with it wicked clown style Ha ha fuck..Detroit's in this bitch,check it out muthafucka..yeah..wicked clown's in this muthafucka..Jump steady in this muthafucka..wicked clown in this muthafucka..and you watch this muthafucka..Chucky muthafucky in this shit..violent J in this [ muthafucka..ru ] boy in this muthafucka.. stupid in this muthafucka..mike mike in this muthafucka.. faygo this mothafucka..all this in this muthafucka..check it out..violent J in this muthafucka..2dope in this muthafucka..wicked Joe in this muthafucka.! --- silence of the meat icp Silence of the hams squeal pigs Split they wigs Mr. bigs This is gonna flip they lids Screw you fucking bitch Now me tell you something about my side of town Pork chops get sautéed so they don't fuck around You have the right to remain silent I plead the 4 5th flip the script on the bitch and get violent And we high on Mary Jane enphadamies Cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans I'm like a young pig skinna from the H.O.K. Ain't no way we ain't gonna spray away 4 Killas and a Lapro? Ham We staying ice out like the abdominal snowman Ain't no man no ham no goddamn coppa gonna drop me I'll pop em with the heart stopper Silence of the hams is what I burst But first Let me tell you what's worst October 31st Bloody Halloweens Screams and police sirens Rapid firing my auto mattic pistol I pop Chris And I pop crystals Shootin' off my missiles at police cars Right out side your local tittie bars These wicked stars It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh) Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow) Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya) Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper So silence of the hams Clint East I smell your cut Lets talk about it over a watermelon blunt Hannibal cannibal ate a cop for lunch And chewed on his badge like some captain crunch APB out on the juggalo ICP and 3 insane search through the 313 You can't protect or serve me Matter of fact ,you work for me You fired faggot, FUCK THAT! Me and D and T and E and Shaggy 2 Dope Rear rear fuck that buck pat dun dun dun dun Psychopathic hatchets swinging catching a flinging bloody bacon Body dropping bitches singing preacher preaching fuckin faking Booty heavy bitches waiting back at my house I be anticipatin' putting dick in they mouth Ain't no fuckin cop about to raid on my parade When I been dreaming about killing a cop from 2nd grade P-o-l-i-c-e me, homi-c-i-d-e You don't wanna see me Red and blue lights talking on the CB Luitenant and a rookie Damn I gotta cookie All through my shit they wanna take a extra lookie Probably wanna book me Off to jail they took me I know I'm looking at alot of time without some nookie ehehehehehh It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (uh-oh) Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow) Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya) Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper Boom boom boom (Switch) Boom "Who the fuck is that?" It's E & J, Bitch I don't give a fuck if you rap you gets no love You can wrap your lips around my dick and suck faggot, what? We getting wicked hallowicked when we kick it Bring the pickit sign Wicked rhyme d-time It's raining diamonds The sixth joker's card is in your front yard Bitch don't be sccccured It's the silence of the hams and you lookin' hammy (Cop killaz, police killaz) Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow)(muthafucka don't test me) Oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya) Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper (Insane Clown Posse and Esham) Me and J SV what? ICP OGin' ICP and. You know it ... and thats just scratching the surface... soo many records playing in my head |
| I'm feeling reverse mode right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Tamala replied on Thu Sep 18, 2008 @ 5:28pm |
 Coolness: 165635 | yeah!!!!
Dans son quartier du vieux Québec Les rues ont l'air d'avoir l'accent Et l'an deux mille voisine avec Les maisons grises du vieux temps Mais l'hiver vient d'éclater Le Saint-Laurent est prisonnier D'un décembre qui va bien durer six mois Quand les jours ressemblent aux nuits Sans éclaircie à espérer Qui peut croire que l'été nous reviendra Moi, j'avais le soleil Jour et nuit dans les yeux d'Émilie Je réchauffais ma vie à son sourire Moi, j'avais le soleil Nuit et jour dans les yeux de l'amour Et la mélancolie au soleil d'Émilie Devenait joie de vivre Dans son quartier du vieux Québec Quand les toits redeviennent verts Quand les enfants ont les pieds secs On tourne le dos à l'hiver C'est la fête du printemps Le grand retour du Saint-Laurent On dirait que les gens sortent de la terre Mais Émilie n'est plus à moi J'ai froid pour la première fois Je n'ai plus ni sa chaleur, ni sa lumière Moi, j'avais le soleil Jour et nuit dans les yeux d'Émilie Je réchauffais ma vie à son sourire Moi, j'avais le soleil Nuit et jour dans les yeux de l'amour Et la mélancolie au soleil d'Émilie Devenait joie de vivre En ce temps-là j'avais le soleil Jour et nuit dans les yeux d'Émilie Je réchauffais ma vie à son sourire Moi, j'avais le soleil Nuit et jour dans les yeux de l'amour Et la mélancolie au soleil d'Émilie Devenait joie de vivre |
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