Yeah...
I mean I hear what you're saying, I mean
You got carried away in the moment
And I could forgive you
I could do that
I could do anything, if I wanted
(1st Verse- Violent J)
I could buy you a Lexus truck with a white leather interior
I could kill off some bears and dogs and ### just to make you a fur coat
I could love you and treat you with class
You'd have babies falling all out your ###
But thinking about that...
I feel I'd rather kill you
[''cause I got you in my car, and you ain't going nowhere ###, you're dead]
(Chorus x2- Violent J)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that ###-###
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you ###ed my homie
(2nd Verse- Violent J)
I could take all the face paint off and get a real job working for your Dad
I would rather take a ten-pound axe and stick it in your daddy's forehead
I could let you move into my house
You'd ### the neighbor every time I'd go out
And wipe his nut on my pillow [oh]
But I think I'd rather kill you
[''cause we parked all alone in this dark allyway, hey]
Told ya I was in a mood...
Yeah...
I mean I hear what you're saying, I mean
You got carried away in the moment
And I could forgive you
I could do that
I could do anything, if I wanted
(1st Verse- Violent J)
I could buy you a Lexus truck with a white leather interior
I could kill off some bears and dogs and [censor] just to make you a fur coat
I could love you and treat you with class
You'd have babies falling all out your [censor]
But thinking about that...
I feel I'd rather kill you
[''cause I got you in my car, and you ain't going nowhere [censor], you're dead]
(Chorus x2- Violent J)
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that [censor]-[censor]
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you [censor]ed my homie
(2nd Verse- Violent J)
I could take all the face paint off and get a real job working for your Dad
I would rather take a ten-pound axe and stick it in your daddy's forehead
I could let you move into my house
You'd [censor] the neighbor every time I'd go out
And wipe his nut on my pillow [oh]
But I think I'd rather kill you
[''cause we parked all alone in this dark allyway, hey]
Thought this one would be appropriate here...
[Chorus]
Only rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin
[Verse 1]
This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ### who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This should make ###s wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making going make it the great depression
All y'all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
### this ### violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want ###s to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You ###s' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This ###'s for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
### this ### violent
Death of autotune, moment of silence
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
This ### need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it
Fifty thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You ###s singing too much
Get back to rap you t-paining too much
I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest here
I don't be in the project hallway talking about how I be in the project all day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me
### just get violent
This is death of autotune moment of silence
Here's an oldie but a goodie. Bonus points if you know who did this song :
Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic flowers
on the window sil
No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the
washing of the dishes
Reaction level's much too high - I can do without the stimuli
I'm living way beyond my ways and means, living in the
zone of the inbetweens
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of
the cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent
hidden spies
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
No luck, no golden chances
No mitigating circumstances now
It's only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their
garden hoses
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the
cocktail satellite
I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways
leading underground
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
It's only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
over me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me, over me
WOW! damn that was quick!
Sounds like Beb has a crush... awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww isn't that cute?
Sorry folks I just had to:
If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets
And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
and yet another blast from the past...
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
here's one for the ones with sticks in their bums:
Mankind in his insatiable search for divine
Knowledge has discarded all biblical teachings
Realizing that the strength of religion is the repression of
knowledge
All structures of religion have collapsed
Life prays for death
in the wake of the horror of these revelations
It was never imagined how graphic the reality that would
be known as the end
of creation
Would manifest itself
We believe all this chaos and atrocity can be traced
Back to one single event
We hold these truths to be painfully self-evident
All men are not created equal
Only the strong will prosper
Only the strong will conquer
Only in the darkness of Christ have I realized
God Hates Us All
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July
DB2010---hmmm [censored] Bag 2010? sounds about right..
Look [censored], you sound exactly like Jim Jones and Jimmy Swagger, Jim Baker(is YOUR name Jim?) and all of the other hell fire and brimstone idiots that are pounding the pulpit for dollars...
Why don't you find a new chord to play eh?
MAY THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOU... and all that other ###
Oh you poor misguided fool...side stepping the questions(typical christian) and ignoring the obvious(again, typical christian)
If, there is indeed a hell, Im sure good sir, that you will be there right along side all of the other "god, guns and bullets" type. You are nothing more than a hateful, spiteful little man(in all sense of the word) who refuses to see the true wonders that are right in front of you...
Poor ###, Im not even going to tell you Im posting this just to get you and your ilk riled up. Your to stupid to see this post for what it REALLY is anyway so have fun spinning yourself in a circle...just could you spin a little faster, your more amusing that way...
Jerk off...
[censored] Bag 2010-
You know nothing...you see nothing...and you ARE nothing...I hope your god has mercy on your pathetic excuse for existence...
Rot in Pieces...
-
Can't you see how easily I'm bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?
(Pre) is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
(Chorus) respect, walk
Run your mouth when I'm not around
It's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing your song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
(Pre)
(Chorus)
Are you talking to me?
No way punk
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
This songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.
Won't you help to sing
This songs of freedom-
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
---
/Guitar break/
---
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.
Won't you have to sing
This songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.
Awwwww..
I think I offended the little zealot...
Every finger in the room
Is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
Then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell our now
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Just what God needs
One more victim
[Chorus:]
Why do we
Crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Got a kick for a dog
Beggin' for Love
I gotta have my suffering
So that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter
He says will you ever learn
You're just an empty cage girl
If you kill the bird
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start
My own religion
Please be
Save me
I cry
[Chorus:]
Why do we
Crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day
And my heart is sick of being in chains
This one is for you D-Bag:
Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!
Yeah! Come on!
### you, I won't do what you tell me
### you, I won't do what you tell me
### you, I won't do what you tell me
### you, I won't do what you tell me
### you, I won't do what you tell me
### you, I won't do what you tell me
### you, I won't do what you tell me
### you, I won't do what you tell me
### you, I won't do what you tell me!
### you, I won't do what you tell me!
### you, I won't do what you tell me!
### you, I won't do what you tell me!
### you, I won't do what you tell me!
### you, I won't do what you tell me!
### you, I won't do what you tell me!
### you, I won't do what you tell me!
Mother###er!
Uggh!
Thanks for noticing Xeno! So glad you can chime in with yet another inane and incredibly unoriginal comment! There appears to be hope for this discussion yet!
true, and I apologize both for my earlier comment towards you Xeno and my lack of originality as of late... it's just that people like D-bag here tends to bring out the worst in me.
I don't judge anyone for their particular beliefs. ### it, no one is perfect and God knows I certainly fall in that category and to read some horse ### that basically states" Im right and your going to hell" just reminds me of the narrow minded B.S that is messing up the society in general...
For the most part "typical" christians are an alright bunch of folks...they pray, they live their lives and and hope for and actively promote the betterment of mankind, and although my beliefs don't quite jibe with theirs, I believe for the most part the world is a better place because of their activity.
Then there are people like D(ouche) B(ag) here. This guy not only stands up here and pounds the pulpit for pennies, but then has the outright NERVE to pass judgment on people with spite and vitriol that rivals some of the false prophets of the last one hundred years or so. Close minded ignorance is the true evil in this world. And to see it printed on a web site (or anywhere for that matter) just rubs me the wrong way. So again, I apologize for being an ### yesterday Xeno, and as of this moment, I'm going to go back and mess with my other favorite target(here I come Louie!) and not pay any more attention to this third rate Jim Jones/David Koresh wannabe any more.
~E~
Hey Lynne-
Get a sense of humor...this isn't any worse then shampoo or tampon commercials. Get over yourself already and find something new to ### about...
In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed on to the sun
Till we found a sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
{Full speed ahead Mr. Boatswain, full speed ahead
{ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/beatles-lyrics/yellow-submarine-lyrics.html }
Full speed ahead it is, Sgt.
Cut the cable, drop the cable
Aye, aye, Sir, aye, aye
Captain, captain}
As we live a life of ease
Every one of us has all we need
(One of us, has all we need)
Sky of blue and sea of green
(Sky of blue, sea of green)
In our yellow submarine
(In our yellow, submarine, aha)
We all live in a yellow submarine
A yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
A yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
Ok ok it's not as good as *Brenda*'s choice of song but I think it works here...
