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Post song lyrics that inspire!
« on: October 12, 2008, 07:10:23 PM »
Pantera/Goddamn Electric

There is a part of me that's always sixteen
I've found the secret of eternal youth
Some get high on life or money, but there's an
Escape, drop out of the race.
- To walk through the world by ones self, you can't be
Protected... your trust is in whiskey and weed and
Black Sabbath - It's Goddamn Electric

(Chorus)
Don't waste your time, embrace it
And then you'll know yourself
The change in you is Goddamn Electric

The weight of the world has lifted and parted
My eyes roll blind to sights that distracted
Through tunnel-vision and dope-hair blinders
I'll cut a path and evoke my will
- To walk through the world by ones self, you can't
Be protected... your trust is in whiskey and weed
And Slayer, it's Goddamn Electric

(Chorus)
Don't fake your life - inhale it
And then you'll know yourself
The change in you is Goddamn Electric
Don't waste your time, embrace it
Annd then you'll know yourself
The change that is Goddamn Electric will focus
The Mind's Eye...

One hand on the bottle, the other a shaking
Fist, rejuvinated, isolated, no pressure
From the outside, my sight's Goddamn Electric
And these eyes have seen a world
Goddamn Electric system...

(1st Chorus)

Goddamn Electric...
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Re: Post song lyrics that inspire!
« Reply #1 on: October 12, 2008, 07:14:26 PM »
Bartender I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time
When I got home it was 6 AM
The door was locked so I kicked it in

She was trippin’ on the bills
I think she was high on some pills
She threw my shit out into the yard
Then she called me a bum and slapped me real hard

And in my drunken stupor
I did what I should have never done
and now I’m sittin’ here, talking to you
Drunk and on the run

I’m sittin’ at a bar on the inside
Waitin’ for my ride on the outside
She broke my heart, in the trailer park
So I jacked the keys to her fuckin’ car
Crashed that piece of shit an' then stepped away

And I know I’ll probably get ten years
So just give me beers till they get here
Yea I know the sun is comin’ up
And y'all are probably gettin' ready for closin’up
But im trying to drown my soul
Im tired of this life on the dirt road
Everything that I love is gone
And I’m tired of hangin on

Im sittin’ at a bar on the inside
Waitin’ for my ride on the outside
She stole my heart, in the trailer park
So I jacked the keys to her fuckin’ car
And crashed that piece of shit an' then stepped away

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« Reply #2 on: October 12, 2008, 07:16:02 PM »
Be yourself! By yourself! Stay away from me!!

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Re: Post song lyrics that inspire!
« Reply #3 on: October 12, 2008, 07:17:02 PM »
 ;D  ;D  ;D



wenn die polizei vorbei fährt, ja! ja
dann halt ich erst mal an, ja! ja
nehm ne ziese aus der schachtel, ja! ja
und spiel auf harmlos nach schema f, ja! ja
haben sie was getrunken, ja! ja
fragt mich die polizei, ja! ja
ich schrei ganz laut nein, ja! ja
ich hab tierisch durst, ja! ja
haben sie drogen genommen, ja! ja
doch da fällt mir was ein, ja! ja
zuhause auf dem sofa, ja! ja
hab ich alles da, ja! ja

ein polizist mit elfen-ohrn, ja
mit diesen elfenohrn schreibt er was auf..
ein polizist mit elfen-ohrn
mit diesen elfenohrn schreibt er was auf..

meine name ist garfield, ja! ja
ich war schon immer da, ja! ja
und jetzt bin ich auch da, ja! ja
und du bist auch da, ja! ja
wir sind beide da, ja! ja
zusammen in the universe, ja! ja
zusammen mit der polizei, ja! ja
ich erzähl ihm ihm was von salbei, ja! ja
eukalyptus und menthol, ja! ja
ich bin unschuldig, ja! ja
like manitu, ja! ja
das ist der killa, ja! ja

ein polizist mit mustern drauf, ja
mit diesen mustern drauf sieht er gut aus..
ein polizist, ja mit mustern drauf
mit diesen mustern drauf sieht er gut aus..

hilfe ich werd` verhaftet, ja! ja
ich hab doch nur pappen da, ja! ja
hilf mir shiva, hilf mir goa, ja! ja
hilf mir psytrance, ja! ja
goa goa goa mpu, ja! ja
u u u u u goa-zwerg, ja! ja
goa goa goa mpu, ja! ja
u u u u u hara rama, ja! ja
plötzlich leuchtet mir ein schwein, ja! ja
mitten in die fresse rein, ja! ja
viel zu hell der sonnenschein, ja! ja
ich mach schnell die augen zu, ja! ja

ein polizist mit laserschwert, ja
mit diesem laserschwert schreibt er was auf.. ahh
ein polizist mit laserschwert
mit diesem laserschwert schreibt er was auf..

ein lächeln kommt vom herzen hoch, ja! ja
ein lächen von tuenchamun, ja! ja
ick bin tuenchamun, ja! ja
tut tut tut tut, ja! ja
ich hab pappen, ja! ja
ich hab mit den pappen gar nichts zu tun, ja! ja
tut tut tuenchamun, ja! ja
ich hab sie gefunden, ja! ja
gestern abend im auto, ja! ja
seit dem suche ich nach euch, ja! ja
ich brauch dringend hilfe, ja! ja
im auto läuft immer goa, ja! ja

ein polizist mit krallen dran, ja
mit diesen krallen dran hebt er was auf..
ein polizist, ja mit krallen dran
mit diesen krallen dran, ja hebt er was auf..

in parchim gibts ne polizei, ja! ja
ich fahr erst mal los, ja! ja
gedanklich bin ich schon da, ja! ja
von der liquid time zur shiva moon, ja! ja
von der fullmoon hoch zur ostsee, ja! ja
von der reeperbahn nach hause, ja! ja
im scheißsaal eingepennt, ja! ja
das problem in dem system, ja! ja
ist das system, ja! ja
das system ist das problem, ja! ja
das system hat keine eier, ja! ja
das system ist im system, ja! ja
ich hab kein problem, ja! ja
ich bin schizophren, ja! ja
ich bin das system, ja! ja

ein polizist steht mit seinen eltern da
mit seinen Eltern (da) will er nach haus..
ein polizist steht mit seinen eltern da aaahhh...
mit seinen Eltern uuuhhh... will er nach haus..

ich hab mich angeschnallt, ja! ja
ich ich hab mich weggeknallt, ja! ja
ich hab mich voll verknallt, ja! ja
ich bin gar nicht da, ja! ja
ick bin äh.. fata morgana, ja! ja
all die dummen schweine, ja! ja
All die boring schweine, ja! ja
gehen an der leine, ja! ja
all die boring schweine, ja! ja
hören gar kein goa, ja! ahh..
goa goa hhh.., ahh..
hare hare rama, ja! a..
hare hare goa, ja! aahh..
hare hare rama, ja! ahh
goa goa hare,
hare

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Re: Post song lyrics that inspire!
« Reply #4 on: October 12, 2008, 07:23:30 PM »
Once there was a kid who
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The cars had smashed him so hard

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Once there was this girl who
Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room
But when they finally made her
They saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just been there

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

But both the girl and boy were glad
'Cause one kid had it worse that that

'Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn't quite explain
They'd always just gone there

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
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Re: Post song lyrics that inspire!
« Reply #5 on: October 12, 2008, 07:30:06 PM »
THUG LIFE...

"Life Goes On"

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young guy, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we tha last ones left
but life goes on.....

[Verse One:]

As I bail through tha empty halls
breath stinkin'
in my jaws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'all
incoming call
plus this my homie from high school
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
life as a baller
alchol and booty calls
we usta do them as adolecents
do you recall?
raised as G's
loc'ed out and blazed the weed
get on tha roof
let's get smoked out
and blaze with me
2 in tha morning
and we still high assed out
screamin' 'thug till I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die all alone'
but now ya gone
and all I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
while tryin' ta make it last
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed....
cause life goes on

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]

Yeah guy
I got tha word as hell
ya blew trial and tha judge gave you
25 with an L
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parole
imagine life as a convict
that's getten' old
plus with tha drama
we're lookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
life in tha hood...
is all good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties
Me and you
No true a two
while scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can slide into
but now you burried
rest guy
cause I ain't worried
eyes bluried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both ball till' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace
Thug till I die

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Bury me smilin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funeral
let every rapper rock it
let tha hoes that I usta know
from way before
kiss me from my head to my toe
give me a paper and a pen
so I can write about my life of sin
a couple bottles of Gin
incase I don't get in
tell all my people i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outlaws
let me ride
until I get free
I live my life in tha fast lane
got police chasen me
to my niggas from old blocks
from old crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha old school
pour out some liquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya while your gone
you left your guy on his own
how long we mourn
life goes on...

[Chorus repeats to end]
[sung overtop repeating chorus]

Life goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel ya guy, trust me
I feel ya
You know what I mean
last year
we poured out liquor for ya
this year guy, life goes on
we're gonna clock now
get money
evade bitches
evade tricks
give players plenty space
and basicaly just represent for you baby
next time you see your niggas
your gonna be on top guy
their gonna be like,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
life goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mental
y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there
don't front.

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Re: Post song lyrics that inspire!
« Reply #6 on: October 12, 2008, 07:33:26 PM »
White Zombie

"I Am Legend"

Yeah, when I'm in the sky - I'm too far away - Gotta kick
in to feel it - Terminate another no one is my brother
yeah! The sun burns on me Well, hell is home tomb - city -
stone - nail me to another cross
(yeah!) Pour the gasoline, yeah
burn the fucker clean - Tell me
who'd she coo I want her - Like a
suicide flex - hit the run and hide!
Tell me who'd she coo shine the
body! Yeah...Omega-man say, "It's
all gone away, I cannot believe it."
Well I am the one a god with a gun
I am Legend!! Planet - grave - hard -
kill the slave - nail me to another
cross (yeah!) Pour the gasoline,
yeah burn the fucker clean, Tell
me who'd she coo I want her - Like a
suicide flex - hit the run and hide
Tell me who'd she coo shine the body
- vampire sharpshooter "O" I said, "A messenger for the
damned" - I got a holy gun - come a loaded to kill
everything that I am. Well I am the only nitty-gritty
ride a rail and look at the crime - yeah! well I am the
only (god?) one they can - find. Pour the gasoline, yeah
burn the fucker clean - Tell me who'd she coo I want her
- Like a suicide flex - hit the run and hide! Tell me who'd she coo
shine the body - yeah!


This is fucking great before/during a leg workout.....


EDIT: Here's the live version....

HAHA, RON.....

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Re: Post song lyrics that inspire!
« Reply #7 on: October 12, 2008, 07:43:58 PM »
RETURN OF THE BABY KILLA


You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it,
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that guy that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that guy that work 'em guy deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that guy that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
guy nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, guy
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, guy!
Now eat!

As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
guy, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, guy

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
guy nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, guy
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, guy!
Now eat!

Get ready for the guy shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a locc and a tech for the throat
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the guy who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew guy-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac
With a sack of the indo

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
guy nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, guy
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you guy
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, guy!
Now eat!

That's right. Once upon a time
A guy that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
cause the bounty
finally found a guy like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my guy?
Pull this trigger
And take my muthafuckin' legacy
But watch your back. Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my
lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, guy, you not my guy
From that 24 God in Black
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my guy's mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, guy. guy must be livin' up in
hell
And here I am, same muthafucka that got my guy sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
guy nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you guy
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, guy!
Now eat

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Re: Post song lyrics that inspire!
« Reply #8 on: October 12, 2008, 07:45:43 PM »
Hahaha.

Good stuff guys!
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« Reply #9 on: October 12, 2008, 07:55:05 PM »
RETURN OF THE BABY KILLA


You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it,
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that guy that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that guy that work 'em guy deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that guy that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
guy nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, ####
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, guy!
Now eat!

As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
guy, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, guy

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
guy nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, ####
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, guy!
Now eat!

Get ready for the guy shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a locc and a tech for the throat
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the guy who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew guy-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac
With a sack of the indo

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
guy nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, ####
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you guy
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, guy!
Now eat!

That's right. Once upon a time
A guy that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
cause the bounty
finally found a guy like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my guy?
Pull this trigger
And take my muthafuckin' legacy
But watch your back. Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my
lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, guy, you not my guy
From that 24 God in Black
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my guy's mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, guy. guy must be livin' up in
hell
And here I am, same muthafucka that got my guy sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
guy nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you guy
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, guy!
Now eat

I just read on the V that you like the cock in your ass! :o
I am a big baby

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Re: Post song lyrics that inspire!
« Reply #10 on: October 12, 2008, 07:58:59 PM »
i listen to this song every workout, especially when im going heavy




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« Reply #13 on: October 12, 2008, 08:19:17 PM »
Uh, lawd lawd yall
What I'm gonna do? (What I'm gonna do?)
Uh, shhh, lawd lawd yall
Ehahaha
Shit is all true

[Verse 1: NaS]

Mmm, Fried chicken
Fly vixen
Give me
Heart Disease
But need
You in my kitchen
You a bird, but you ain't a key
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats
All the way from Kentucky
To f**k with me
Look what you done to me
Was number one to me!
After you shower
You and your gold medal flour
Then you rub on hot oil for 'bout a half an hour
You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating
Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting
Lay you down cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rock
Then I flock
To the bed then, "Plop"
When we done, I need rest
Don't know a part of you that I love best
Your legs or your breast
Misses Fried Chicken, you gon' be a guy death
Created by southern black women
To serve master's guest
You gon' be a guy death
Misses Fried Chicken
You was my addiction
Dripping with cholest'
Like Greeks with his felafel
Or Italians with his to-mato
Pasta
Or roti is to a Rasta
Trapping me
You and your friend mac and cheese
Candy yams, collard greens
But you knocking me to my knees
It's killing me when I'm this high
Nothing I need more than a fish fry

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Shit, It taste good, I can't lie
It's like you're walking out a tanning saloon
When I pull you out the oven, from baking I got you on my mind
Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazing, how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
Hey, my pretty hamhock, it's so feminine
The way you submitting
And how you gave me power
To massaging me to shower
You with lemon water
Marinate you with season you dipping you in chowder
Baby
It's like you at the spa
The way you gently
Lay in the pan
While you enjoying you butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling
On your skin
Despite the funny fragrance
Still I lick my finger frequent
In any event
I'm reflecting on all the signs saying that I got I shouldn't f**k with you
But the way you taste made it hard to resist when I put my mouth on you
But that's another issue
Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid EYES on you
Was it infection manifesting?
Confused over the feeling impatiently eating you
Trichina worm worm chewing on the walls of my intestine
I'ma eat you until there's nothing left
Til my very last breath
You gon be a guy death
Despite appearin’ the best
And specialize in
Cooking swine as a chef
You gon be a guy death
Who cares if the swine
Is mixed with rat, cat, and dog combined?
Yes, I eat the shit to death

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]

Ain't that some shit?
I'ma eat some shit
Until what I'm eating KILLS ME!

And I choose to do that
Why?
Cause that's just what niggas do
Z

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Trichina worm worm chewing on the walls of my intestine
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Get Your Roll On

Ooooohhhhh, what, what, what
Ooooohhhhh, yeah

[Verse 1 (Manny Fresh)]
I..fuck..these...hoes
Af-ter...our shows
Big dicks... we slang
Freak bitch... do ya thang (do yo thang)
Benz, Vettes, Hummers, Jets
Ro-lex... mo' sex
Television... head rest
Twenty inches... nothin less
Every-day..... iced..... out
guy play....lights out
M... period... Fresh, comma
Yo wife is my......baby mama
God.......damn mother-fucker
She's a...good dick sucker
What...the....fuck hold on
Everybody (Scribbles) get yo' roll on

[(Chorus) 4x]
Everybody get yo roll on
Everybody get cha motherfuckin roll on
What

[Verse 2 (Baby)]
Be-atrice...bitch please
You....know....who I.....be
Nothin else.....none other
The...number one...stunner
guy...I pimp hoes
Boss...toss...flip hoes
Show them....bitches no...love
Ridin 2G 'llac on......dubs
Ounces....quarters....ha lves...bricks
guy I done sold all that shit
soon as....my, tour stop
Bought five Bentley Azures...props
TV's must...buttons must....
CMB...platinum plus
What the.....fuck...hold on
(Scribbles)
Everybody get yo' motherfuckin roll on

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Manny and Baby together)]
I...like...loud pipes
Big..rims....mo ice
V-twelves...or better
No...itch....strictly leather
Playstation....DVD's
Don't worry about yo bitch
She comin wit' me
Leavin stickers on the Bentley
To show the price
Arm out the windows
Just to floss my ice
Fresh....wait hold up
Thats that bitch....we fucked
guy.....what yo bank bout
Dog i've been....lost count
Pop that Crist'.. pop that Mo'
Slap that bitch...punch that hoe
What the fuck....hold on
Everybody get yo motherfuckin roll on

[Chorus]
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« Reply #17 on: October 12, 2008, 08:29:12 PM »
bunch of wigger faggots here.

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« Reply #19 on: October 12, 2008, 08:32:08 PM »
For the Love of Fiction
Norma Jean
Women and Children Die First

The lies are hard to spread thin
But it's so easy to control
Weakness is your savior,
But there's nothing left to save
This is family tradition pass on in fear
Unconditional love for a fuckin' stranger?
Nails driven in me, for I have sinned
Your ambition bleeds on a cross
Security bleeds on a cross
Your hope bleeds on a cross
Your life bleeds on a cross
I'd kill for nothing, you'll die for anything
Easier said than done, so easy to take the fall
A scapegoat for all your insecurities
Excuse me;a hero;a man made god;
For all your insecurities
Walk that sunday tightrope
When the safety net fails who will you follow?
Another sheep has fallen
Bleed your choices made, with security in mind
A scapegoat for all your insecurities
Excuse me;a hero;a man made god;
For all your insecurities
And when the last savior is destroyed
I'll dust myself off and just walk away
As you've taught me, as you've tought us all
A prayer for the dying, a prayer for you
The hopeless


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« Reply #22 on: October 12, 2008, 08:36:32 PM »
I just read on the V that you like the cock in your ass! :o
I bet you are PMing him for contact info right now  ;D

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« Reply #23 on: October 12, 2008, 08:38:21 PM »

A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds
Will get sand in his face when kicked to the ground.

And soon in the gym with a determined chin,
The sweat from his pores as he works for his cause...
Will make him glisten... and gleam
And with massage, and just a little bit of steam
He'll be pink and quite clean
He'll be a strong man. Oh honey...
But the wrong man.

He'll eat nutritious high protein and swallow raw eggs.
Try to build up his shoulders, his chest, arms, and legs.
Such an effort if he only knew of my plan.
In just seven days, I can make you a man.

He'll do press-ups, and chin-ups, do the snatch, clean and jerk.
He thinks dynamic tension must be hard work.
Such strenuous living I just don't understand
When in just seven days, oh baby, I can make you a man.

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« Reply #24 on: October 12, 2008, 08:40:02 PM »


One of the best! Nowhere on Earth will you find a sicker Bass tone than Dixie Dave!

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