Everest Skrivet 28 maj, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 28 maj, 2004 Sök på Lyrics på Google.. Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
The Dude Skrivet 28 maj, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 28 maj, 2004 Mm jag håller med, detta är rätt onödigt.. Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Wild_hawk Skrivet 28 maj, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 28 maj, 2004 Icp - How many times (Chorus) How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will you honk your horn and say fuck you? Now what the fuck does that do? Ya feel better now? I didn't let ya pass How about I stop my car, and beat your fucking ass? How many times will my neighbor beat his wife? Somewhere in that house there's a butcher knife Fucking drunk, swinging his fists about Why don't she wait till he sleeps then take him out How many times will I sit in a hot car? Traffic jam, been sitting for a fucking hour Must be an accident, I hope nobody died Finally get there, and the crash is on the other side Dumb gawkers roll and they creep slow Hoping they can see a mangled body show Some park, and stand there and watch it all With their kids, they point, and fucking stare (and just look) I remember one time I was pulled over Handcuffed, the cop was like, show's over People watching, hoping that he shoots me I just wanted to choke their fucking heads (Chorus) How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I wait in a line? It's three-thirty, I fucking got here at nine I'm finally up to the front, can't wait another minute Why am I here? To pay a fucking parking ticket The lady at the counter acts like a fucking bitch No smiles, no help, you're just a piece of shit I'm getting pissed, calm down, fuck it, forget it Back to my car, and there it is, another ticket How many times will a crackhead smoke crack And ask me for some money cause he wants crack Give him money, again, he's coming back Walk away, and here's another, "Gimme some crack" How many time will a kid give a dirty look? A little punk-ass bitch trying to be a crook I wrote the book, I was out robbing liquor stores When you were just a nut stain in your momma's drawers (Chorus) How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will you steal my car stereo? It don't even work, ya feel like a bitch, don't you? I vacuum all the fucking glass off from my seat I sit down, and got a piece stuck in my butt cheek How many times did I walk in, and just sit? And have to listen, and learn all this bullshit Learning history and science, fucking wait Knowing that, will that put food on my plate? Yeah, can I walk into McDonalds, up to the counter And tell them you can make limestone from gunpowder Will they give me a cheeseburger if I know that shit? Fuck no, fuck you, and shut your fucking lip How many times will a judge decide my fate? Who is he? A bitch, nothing great He takes shits, and fucks his old floppy wife Plays with his balls and judges my life! (Chorus) How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times? How many times will I ask myself why, how many times will I cry? "And who the fuck is he? He judges my life" Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
skribb Skrivet 28 maj, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 28 maj, 2004 GE MIG DEN LÅTEN Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
okka Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Artist: Thirstin Howl III f/ Master Fuol Album: Skillionaire Song: Still Live With My Moms Typed by: verbalhothead@hotmail.com Thirstin Howl Yo, I don't come from the suburbs and a big house, with a backyard and a front lawn and all that I never lived in a condo Yo, I... I ain't even out on my own yet! I'ma keep it real on the strength.. Ref I still live with my moms (livin' with my moms) This is for the heads that still live with they moms I live with my moms (live with my moms) I can't even front I still live with my moms [still livin' with my moms] (livin' with my moms) A lot of Brooklyn heads still live with they moms live with my moms (livin' with my moms) [A grown ass man and] still live with my moms Master Fuol Yo... yo, yo, yo fuck that! yo as far as I know, straight up and down. Momma do the laundry, momma pay the bill, momma cook the food, yo stren'fth, I ain't going no where! Thirstin Howl {Nigga's trying to fuck me while his mom's home} Free rent, light, gas and phone A momma's boy even though my ass is grown Got the same bedroom, since third grade Still be living here when I'm eight hundred and eighty eight Master Fuol The only woman a man can trust Even my uncle still lives with my grand-ma My baby mother, knows that I know If I move in with her, {you'd be calling Tyrone} I'm never moving out of my mother's house {Not even for these candy pannies that dissole in your mouth} Not even if you gargled by the ounce And couldn't make bottles disappear to entertain crowds {yo what's all that for? you disrespecting me? you lucky your ass ain't move in with me! I would've ripped up all your shit!} Stupid, tell me something I didn't know. Ref That's why I still live with my moms {you live with your moms?} I can't even front I still live with my moms I live with my moms {you livin' with your moms?} Another Brooklyn head who lives with his mom I live with my moms {livin' with your moms?} {Sorry ass nigga still livin' with yo moms} still livin' with my moms, I live with my moms {He livin' with his mom} [a grown ass man] {still livin' with his mom} Thirstin Howl I ain't ashamed, I ain't ashamed.... Shout out, to my niggas in Comp-ton Who still live with they moms and fight they brothers for the top bunk I always say I'm moving out this year But it'll be sooner if welfare finds out I live here Yo it's cheap by my place I ain't scared to open bills cuz non of them in my name Got kicked out, my mom said I could move back If I prove that I didn't steal my sister's food stamps Every parent's panic Is to have they little boy with a prison mailing address She said, my rep, is not in question As long as she was one that gave me the boxing lessons So I throw out the garbage and wash the dishes And I can't go outside without my mom's permission Even though my flow is uncomparable I'm an unsigned hype with no where else to go Master Fuol yo, yo hold on, hold on what...why you tell 'em all your business for man? Thirstin Howl I ain't ashamed Master Fuol What if your moms really kicked you out man, then what'chu goin' do? Thirstin Howl I'll go move in with my pops! Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Wild_hawk Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Icp - Mad Professor He He He Oh shit he's here Hi Uhh how ya doing? Is this the right place for that furniture ahh Yeah sure is come on in Pretty nice place here you got here cobwebs are a nice touch So that's the couch eh? Yeah we got some um take a look at the upholstery right there That's pretty fucking nice I haven't seen Whoa you all right there Excuse me real apolstry I ain't seen nothing like that since shit like back in the... Motherfucka You want my couch You mothafucka I need your motherfucking brain You can't have my couch What the fuck you thinking Now come here you big fat mothafucka get on the table I was never popular this I'll admit, fuck school School never liked me, cool All the kids would always beat me till I'm half dead Make fun of the size of my forehead But that shit never bothered me See momma and mother they owned a lot of property They had a science lab in the basement and that's where my free time Well were my time was spent I made a mouse with a chicken head it clucked 3 times Cluck Cluck Cluck, then it was dead I made a lot of things cool Like a frog with a turkey neck it was the shit, yeah But I'm still lonely I need a homie So I collected limbs and made me a zombie I could have made me a girlie friend But fuck that I got my girlie right here... yeah (Chorus) You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity So this is like where you live That's right why you don't like it I mean oh my god it's dirty Do you like? Hehe Shut up bitch Give me your tippie toes I used some many body parts it was crazy I killed a whole bunch of motherfucka's like, what 80 They all chipped in on my special friend Everything helps even if you got a finger to lend I hear the other children playing outside "Keep it down you little bitches I'll skin your fucking hide" Trunks full, this part's whack Somehow I gotta atach this nut sack Shit fuck I'm sawing off an elbow Looking at the meter on my quazar in the low Or better yet look out the fucking window I see a storm coming it's all most time to roll Screw the head on come on, come own It's the thuggish ruggish Bone OK it's time, hit the switch turn it up a hert Fuck, shit, didn't work (Chorus) You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity Hey Hey you call for a wrecker Sure did come on in I got the truck running outside I'm gonna go ahead Oww motherfucka what you'd hit me with a fucking frying pan or somthing? What the fuck bro? You crazy motherfucka oww that shit hurts Come here I'm gonna fuck you up Get back here He's trying to kill me It wasn't always easy let me tell ya But fuck that uhh cause I ain't no failure I put the shit with the veins and stuff with that wait a minute You hear that? Yeah It's alive, I just gotta wake it up Hand me that Rock N Rye Pour it in the cup Give it to his ass wait hold up.. pause I ain't cleaning his draws man, fuck that Get him set, get him ready it's all most time Paint his ugly ass face up almost like mine I see him twitching, I'm on a roll He can help me tell the whole world about the carnival Turn the hertz all the way up for this shit And just wait for that lightning bolt to hit Did it work you make the call? "Shaggy ?" What up Ya'll? (Chorus) You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity You can call me mad professor I will make a friend for me You can call me mad professor We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity We will rule eternity Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
okka Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Artist: Too $hort Låt: Blowjob Betty Album: Raw, Uncut & X-Rated Right about now in the place to be Too Short baby Gettin real funky with the motherfuckin dangerous crew bitch Too Short baby, I'm so hard Pimpin these hos on the boulevard But I'm not here to tell you about me I got a little story about a nasty freak She'd the kind a girl you think about in bed Blowjob Betty give 'em real good head Bust a left nut right nut in her jaw Sperm on her cheeks is all you saw She could blow more head than a well blows water Blowjob Betty make your dick get harder She's a one of a kind A hell of a girl A trip and a half around the world Catch her gettin busy, bitch wouldn't stop She's the kind a girl that make your toes pop Every time I used to see her I would know what's up Blowjob Betty better blow me up I remember the day when I first met her Bitch kinda loose so I knew I'd get her Walked up to her, said my name is $hort Just what you've been lookin for Pimpin's my game I do it the best Ho fuck with me she don't get no rest Well after that, I g'd the freak I used to stop by and fuck her 'bout twice a week And from the very first time I went to her house Walked in the door and stuck my dick in her mouth $hort dollar get bitches any time I wanna Got a big dick and lay it right on the tonsils I only stick it in about half way back Cuz if I put it all in it bust straight through her neck Niggas always sayin how they fucked that bitch But I'm the only nigga that the bitch made rich Like any other tramp, she loved to fuck When any motherfucker got nuts to suck I spit game to the bitch Just like this Why you runnin 'round suckin all that dick for no money? It didn't take long to stay true to the game and get my pimpin' on But every once in a while you get a stupid ho Bitch ain't about money and she never know How to get it Blowjob Betty was dumb A fiend for a fuck and a mouth full of cum She made money for a minute but she loved the sex So I cut the bitch loose like an old school 'vette Six months later I'm still the pimp I'm still the player One night at the club she was puttin in work All you had to to do was step up to her She was in the bathroom sayin "One at a time" Wasn't my bitch but she still was fine So I went in the back room, seen the bitch Slapped her on the head, said "You ready to switch?" And to the players out there, instantly Blowjob Betty started servin' me Cuz the player I am Til the day I'm dead I was sittin on the sink Gettin some head It was all so good and much too true One young freak and the whole damn crew But then I shot that fatal nut Must 'a knocked that bitch on her butt She couldn't even breath she was holdin her throat Me and my homies just hit the door My homeboys said "$hort don't worry" But that next day I read this story A young girl died just last night She choked on sperm in her windpipe It was on her face, her neck and chest And we're sorry to say there's no suspects When I saw that My brain clicked I bust a nut and killed a bitch It might sound sick, it might be petty But you never got sucked by Blowjob Betty Betty (6x, fading) [Talking] Biyatch! Yea, ho...haha Y'all niggas don't know though Artist: Too $hort Låt: Invasion Of The Flat Booty Bitches Album: Raw, Uncut & X-Rated Baby, check this out Yea you I wanna ask you a question Where is yo ass? Babby, what happened? A nigga like me I know what's up I want a nasty bitch with alotta butt If I can't find one anywhere It turns my dreams to nightmares Baby right there ain't got no ass But she's OK if she's got cash Bitches, bitches, bitches Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches I'll tell you 'bout a day that I had Seen nothin but bitches with no ass I woke up early feelin shabby Got juiced up with a big fat Cabby Cuz every morning you know I have A big fat Cabby and a nice hot bath Just soakin, smokin, Sir Too Short Thinkin about the day before Thirty minutes after I woke out I pulled a freak and took her to the house She was Eleve Young, with alotta butt She sucked my dick and then we fucked That good tight pussy, I wouldn't pass A light-skinned freak with so much ass At 1 P.M. I was fuckin away I wanna do the same thing again today I want bitches, bitches, and more bitches Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches The day my story made itself Every bitch I saw was flat as hell I told myself I must need glasses Where's them bitches with the big brown asses Me and my group just wanna be tough Freak two bitches then switch 'em up It was 3:35, the strip was lit Every two blocks I seen a bitch But that ain't nuthin but a cat None of them bitch didn't have no ass Wait on the bus, some was walkin Me and my homie just started talkin I said, oh, she looks good He said that ass is flat as wood I said what about Vicky in the black He said, Short, she's all that Bitches, bitches, bitches Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches The Invasion was on.. Every single day of the week For every nigga livin there's a freak If you've got game and a bed Why not get fucked and get some head Cuz bitches all over wanna get worked I just need one with alotta turf Me and my homie, rollin and smokin Flat booty bitches took over Oakland I told my homie, I hate to say All the bitches with booties stayed home today And he said Short, what now? Put the pedal to the metal and hit the B-Town I thought them bitches out there was fine But the invasion was on and it fucked my mind Bitches, bitches, bitches Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches We hit the B-Town like Oakland flares I knew it, bitches was everywhere The first one had tits so fat But that don't work, her ass was flat The second bitch was flat too I capped on her like a motherfuckin fool I said be-atch, I know I'm cappin Where's your ass, baby what happened She turned around and capped on me She said, fuck you nigga, where's your teeth I damn near fell jumpin out the car But I slapped that bitch, and slapped her hard My homie said Short we gots to cut But I was kickin that bitch and her big flat butt I kicked her ass, got in the ride Looked at the bitch and said bye bye Bitches, bitches, bitches Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches The invasion was on.. We parked the car and took a walk I saw another bitch and I had to talk I said baby, baby, baby come here Yea you baby with your long long hair Baby came over from across the street She was standin on the corner just talkin to me I was spittin the game but I talked to fast Cuz I didn't even notice that big flat ass Shit, and I was ready to go We was rollin back to the O I told that bitch I changed my mind She looked at me and she said why? I said I'm Sir Too Short, the Oakland player I'm not one of them niggas who don't care It's no thang to do my duty But not with you and yo flat booty Flat ain't the date superstar I could see if you was white, but your black as tar Bitches, bitches, bitches Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches In the Berkeley temp, what did we find? Freak after freak with no behind One long day, I never got in I'm glad that shit never happened again Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches Damn, I must be dreamin Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches Wake me up 'fore I start screamin Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches What's this world comin to? Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches Where's your ass, what happened to you? Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches The invasion is on... Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
minigun Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Bara undrar...eh....VARFÖR?? Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
okka Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Bara undrar...eh....VARFÖR?? Oseriöst svar( fast dock sant): För att man vill visa hur coola låttexter man lyssnar på... Seriöst svar (sant det också): För att visa andra, ge njutning, skratta, känna gemenskap... Vars försvann all kärlek? Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
R2D2 Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Egentligen är vi rätt så dumma som tror att fler än 1/10 läser igenom alla texter... Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Stuaswift Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 29 maj, 2004 (redigerad) artist: Kebabrulle .feat. Obie Trice låt:Got some cabab album:The fear of a kebab planet Oki doki kebab är här. Nu ska jag visa hur erotisk jag är. Så nu ska viska i ditt öra. Mera snuskigt snack ska du få höra. Jag ska trolla i olika konster. Kolla bakom er där står ett monster! (visste inte att obie kunde svenska) Redigerad 29 maj, 2004 av KebabRulle Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Mikolan Skrivet 1 juni, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 1 juni, 2004 - Beyond the Bounds - Lyrics : Scott Dolph • Sana Music : Maki Kirioka Arrangement : Daisaku Kume Song : Maki Kimura Message of the blowing wind Erasing memories Stars are the witnesses of our existence Change is what the world awaits Could that be peace or war? The answer no one knows Trusting the break of dawn The blue bird flies away Travelling beyond the bounds We have to take that step What are we waiting for? It's now or never Fear to see "The World to Be" Is why we hesitate Repeat the same mistake Hoping to break new ground The blue bird flies away Reaching out to catch the sun To hold it in our hands Longing for something strong to hide our weakness Soon the light may disappear Nothing is meant to last Yet we believe our world Searching for happiness The blue bird flies away Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
the-copy Skrivet 1 juni, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 1 juni, 2004 -------------Lemon tree------------ I'm sitting here in a boring room It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens, and I wonder I'm driving around in my car I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far I'd like to change my point of view I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens, and I wonder I wonder how, I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around And all that I can see is just another lemon tree I'm sitting here, I miss the power I'd like to go out taking a shower But there's a heavy cloud inside my head I feel so tired, put myself into bed Where nothing ever happens, and I wonder Isolation, is not good for me Isolation, I don't want to sit on a lemon tree I'm stepping around in a desert of joy Baby anyhow I'll get another toy And everything will happen, and you'll wonder I wonder how I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky And all that I can see is just another lemon tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree And I wonder, wonder, I wonder how I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky And all that I can see And all that I can see And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Add3 Skrivet 2 juni, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 2 juni, 2004 (redigerad) -------------Lemon tree------------ I'm sitting here in a boring room It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens, and I wonder I'm driving around in my car I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far I'd like to change my point of view I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens, and I wonder I wonder how, I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around And all that I can see is just another lemon tree I'm sitting here, I miss the power I'd like to go out taking a shower But there's a heavy cloud inside my head I feel so tired, put myself into bed Where nothing ever happens, and I wonder Isolation, is not good for me Isolation, I don't want to sit on a lemon tree I'm stepping around in a desert of joy Baby anyhow I'll get another toy And everything will happen, and you'll wonder I wonder how I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky And all that I can see is just another lemon tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree And I wonder, wonder, I wonder how I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky And all that I can see And all that I can see And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree Haha klassikern! den där diggade jag jämt när jag var liten.. Coolt säger jag bara! Redigerad 2 juni, 2004 av Add3 Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
the-copy Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 (redigerad) Haha klassikern! den där diggade jag jämt när jag var liten.. Coolt säger jag bara! Håller med! Den äger. Här är en som jag har skrivigt själv. Nerophyte DJ Panic - Mass Confusion This kind of music. Can't refuse this. This kind of music. This kind of music - usic. And you get add to do shit! Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse this! Like life is shit and you dont have to ask to do this you just know! (denna var OTROLIGT svår att tyda) This kind of music. And you get add to do shit! Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse this! Like life is shit and you dont have to ask to do this you just know! Thats the new shit! (*Börjar med dunket*) Thats the new shit! This kind of music. Thats the new shit! It's like when life is shit and causes life confusion. (*Dunket avtar*) Mass confusion! (*Dunket börjar*) (Något som jag inte hör) is one of the boys! This kind of music -usic! And you get add to do shit! Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse this! Like life is shit and you dont have to ask to do this you just know! This kind of music -usic! And you get add to do shit! Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse this! Like life is shit and you dont have to ask to do this you just know! Thats the new shit! It's like when life is shit and causes mass confusion. It's like when life is shit and causes mass confusion. It's like when life is shit and causes mass confusion. Attractive movements and people acting stupid! You never rockies for saushing and you nazizst watch me cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat! You motherfuckers wanna judge me cause you not me! You never stop me at top speed and you pop me! It's quite, It's quite, It's quite---music It's quite, It's quite, It's quite fight music It's quite, It's quite, It's quite---music It's quite, It's quite, It's quite---music Fight... Fight... Fight... Fight... WAOW! (*Skönt dunk börjar*) FIGHT! This kind of music -usic! And you get add to do shit! Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse this! Like life is shit and you dont have to ask to do this you just know! This kind of music -usic! And you get add to do shit! Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse this! It's like when life is shit and causes mass confusion. Attractive movements and people acting stupid! It's quite---music! SMAKPROV Redigerad 15 juni, 2004 av the-copy Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
the-copy Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 (redigerad) Perrra - Pentiumen Här har man då suttit hela natten spelandes Quake, farsan vill skriva i w0rd!, ber mig göra ett break! Han säger att Pentiumen är hans, jag treada warez. Jag vill ju bara lira Quake, Quake, lira min Quake, Quake, lira min Quake, Quake! Här har man då suttit hela natten spelandes Quake, farsan vill skriva i w0rd!, ber mig göra ett break! Han säger att Pentiumen är hans, jag treada warez. Jag vill ju bara lira Quake, och mircwara, ibland, bland, mircwara ibland, mircwara, är det bästa som finns, när jag spelar min Quake, jag vill ju bara spela min egna Quake! LADDA NER edit: jävla Håller med till 100%!(w0rd) Redigerad 4 juni, 2004 av the-copy Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
guardian Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Perrra - Pentiumen Här har man då suttit hela natten spelandes Quake, farsan vill skriva i w0rd!, ber mig göra ett break! Han säger att Pentiumen är hans, jag treada warez. Jag vill ju bara lira Quake, Quake, lira min Quake, Quake, lira min Quake, Quake! Här har man då suttit hela natten spelandes Quake, farsan vill skriva i w0rd!, ber mig göra ett break! Han säger att Pentiumen är hans, jag treada warez. Jag vill ju bara lira Quake, och mircwara, ibland, bland, mircwara ibland, mircwara, är det bästa som finns, när jag spelar min Quake, jag vill ju bara spela min egna Quake! LADDA NER edit: jävla Håller med till 100%!(w0rd) najsig låt! Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
okka Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Skapat av Rapportera Share Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Artist: Jean Grae f/ Cannibal Ox Album: The Bootleg of the Bootleg EP Song: Swing Blades [Can Ox] Everyday caught in the whirlwinds Back in the studio, Belief just earled in Still trying to get my pen on Write scripts and light splifs Until we high as light bills Watching for those that might switch To the dark, we over here remaining righteous Though we spark the soul purpose to spit And hype kids Make them want to hold open their eye lids Dangers and missed origins from way back since The presence of Genesis and Osirus Life is such a stress But in the coldest storms I let them off in the Phoenix [Jean Grae] Over a thousand miles of public housing Lounging on beaches in the Riviera, tan and doused in Coconut scented lotion Wish I was there the story rare enough to merit an endangered species Tagging velvet ropes surrounding every path Tighter than some virgin pussy Don't ever push me I balance on the edge of cliffs for fun And some are hanging crooked I never look down, I look to the sky And envision the place that everybody go when they die They say that bright lights and angels some and get you If that's the truth than I expect the black night blocking the sun I got issues Another day with myself Another day without wealth There's gotta be anther way I need help And so I pray like I'm a Pentecostal, Sufi, Buddhist, strict agnostic Hoping one will hit its target Take another sip of hypnotic And lay my head on the pillow and dream erotic scenes Of killers spilling endless rounds and all of them shooting at me [Can Ox] You know Can Ox got that Phoenix wing span And love hovering over the ghetto wasteland I got rap just as fat as my waist band You got a rap that belongs in a waste can Yo, Jean you gotta change Grae to Hackman Cuz when we fight we swing them blades And when we rap we swing them blades And then we slide on them like the escapades I knew the ending of this book since the first page Rap sucks but we still get paid We smoke trees at the highest grades I spit a line that'll fix your fades So don't go there, you cannot hold Aire Look at them, reaching and shit If you touch my jersey I'll bust your lip Open your face then break your hip Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
beat Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Perrra - Pentiumen Här har man då suttit hela natten spelandes Quake, farsan vill skriva i w0rd!, ber mig göra ett break! Han säger att Pentiumen är hans, jag treada warez. Jag vill ju bara lira Quake, Quake, lira min Quake, Quake, lira min Quake, Quake! Här har man då suttit hela natten spelandes Quake, farsan vill skriva i w0rd!, ber mig göra ett break! Han säger att Pentiumen är hans, jag treada warez. Jag vill ju bara lira Quake, och mircwara, ibland, bland, mircwara ibland, mircwara, är det bästa som finns, när jag spelar min Quake, jag vill ju bara spela min egna Quake! LADDA NER edit: jävla Håller med till 100%!(w0rd) Klockren! Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
Xemtoth Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Rapportera Share Skrivet 4 juni, 2004 Grupp: Manowar Låt: Warriors of the world united text: Here Our Soldiers Stand From All Around The World Waiting In A Line To Hear The Battle Cry All Are Gathered Here Victory Is Near The Sound Will Fill The Hall Bringing Power To Us All We Alone Are Fighting For Metal That Is True We Own The Right To Live The Fight We’re Here For All Of You Now Swear The Blood Upon Your Steel Will Never Dry Stand And Fight Together Beneath The Metal Sky Brothers Everywhere Raise Your Hands Into The Air We’re Warriors Warriors Of The World Like Thunder From The Sky Sworn To Fight And Die We’re Warriors Warriors Of The World Many Stand Against Us But They Will Never Win We Said We Would Return And Here We Are Again To Bring Them All Destruction Suffering And Pain We Are The Hammer Of The Gods We Are Thunder Wind And Rain There They Wait In Fear With Swords In Feeble Hands With Dreams To Be A King First One Should Be A Man I Call Them Out And Charge Them All With A Life That Is A Lie And In Their Final Hour They Shall Confess Before They Die Brothers Everywhere Raise Your Hands Into The Air We’re Warriors Warriors Of The World Like Thunder From The Sky Sworn To Fight And Die We’re Warriors Warriors Of The World If I Should Fall In Battle My Brothers Who Fight By My Side Gather My Horse And Weapons Tell My Family How I Died Until Then I Will Be Strong I Will Fight For All That Is Real All Who Stand In My Way Will Die By Steel Brothers Everywhere Raise Your Hands Into The Air We’re Warriors Warriors Of The World Like Thunder From The Sky Sworn To Fight And Die We’re Warriors Warriors Of The World I BELIVE. From The Darkness I Walk Into The Light From The Day I Walk Into The Night From The Shadows I Will Appear With A Message For All Who Will Hear For The Weak Of Heart I Will Be Strong To The Defenders Of Faith I Will Belong Till The Last Of Us Fight Till We Die Till Keys Of The Kingdom Are Mine All Stand Together For The World To See Now The Time Is Right To Live Out All Our Dreams Say The Words Forever Your Strength Will Never Leave If You Want To Win The Fight Say I Believe From The Darkness I Walk Into The Light From The Day I Walk Into The Night From The Shadows I Will Appear With A Message For All Who Will Hear For The Weak Of Heart I Will Be Strong To The Defenders Of Faith I Will Belong Till The Last Of Us Fight Till We Die Till Keys Of The Kingdom Are Mine Lets All Stand Together For The World To See Now The Time Is Right To Live Out All Our Dreams Say The Words Forever Your Strength Will Never Leave If You Want To Win The Fight Say I Believe If You Want To Win Tonight Say I Believe Citera Länk till kommentar Dela på andra sidor More sharing options...
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