I did a half-assed search and didn't see this anywhere.
Any song lyrics you like, reflective, funny, whatever. Name Band and Album.
I'll start.
Quote
Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet
Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket
Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker
Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter
If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush
Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten
Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston
Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle
Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple
If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush
Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto
Band: Bloodhound Gang Album: Hefty Fine :yay
Violent Pornography - System Of A Down
Quote
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody fargs
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody sucks
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody cries
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody dies
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody fargs
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody sucks
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody dies
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody cries
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
Its a violent pornagraphy
choking chicks and sodomy
the kind of shtein you get on your TV
Its a violent pornagraphy
choking chicks and sodomy
the kind of shtein you get on your TV
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody sucks
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody fargs
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody dies
everybody everybody everybody living now everybody everybody everybody cries
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
it's a non stop disco bet you it's nabisco bet you didn't know woohoo
Its a violent pornagraphy
choking chicks and sodomy
the kind of shtein you get on your TV
Its a violent pornagraphy
choking chicks and sodomy
the kind of shtein you get on your TV
Its a violent pornagraphy
choking chicks and sodomy
the kind of shtein thats on your TV
Its on your tv
Its on your tv
turn off your tv
can you say brainwashing
brainwashing
Its a non stop disco
Violent Pornography - System Of A Down
another system song
QuoteSYSTEM OF A DOWN - Chic 'N' Stu Lyrics
This ballgame's in the refrigerator,
The door is closed,
The lights are out,
And the butter's getting hard.
What a splendid pie,
Pizza-pizza pie,
Every minute, every second,
Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy,
What a splendid pie,
Pizza-pizza pie,
Every minute, every second,
Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy.
Pepperoni and green peppers
Mushrooms, olive, chives,
Pepperoni and green peppers
Mushrooms, olive, chives.
Need therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Need therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need.
What a splendid pie,
Pizza-pizza pie,
Every minute, every second,
Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy,
What a splendid pie,
Pizza-pizza pie,
Every minute, every second,
Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy.
Pepperoni and green peppers
Mushrooms, olive, chives,
Pepperoni and green peppers
Mushrooms, olive, chives.
Need therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need.
Well advertising's got you on the run,
Need therapy, therapy advertising causes,
Well advertising's got you on the run,
Need therapy, therapy advertising causes,
Well advertising's got you on the run,
Advertising's got you on the run,
Advertising's got you on the run,
Advertising's got you on the run,
Advertising's got you on the run,
Advertising's got you on the run,
Advertising's got you on the run.
What a splendid pie,
Pizza-pizza pie,
Every minute, every second,
Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy,
What a splendid pie,
Pizza-pizza pie,
Every minute, every second,
Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy.
Pepperoni and green peppers
Mushrooms, olive, chives,
Pepperoni and green peppers
Mushrooms, olive, chives.
Need therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need,
Therapy, therapy,
Advertising causes need.
Quote from: MC Paul Barman "The Joy of Your World" (It's Very Stimulating)My brain makes the earth dark but I'm hung like a birthmark
I like to suck toes yours secrete fructose
I make paintings based on grids just like Chuck Close
I'm old school like Aztecs but new in other aspects
If you want sex with me be prepared for bad sex and slapstick
Even Chapstick won't help my chapped meatcicle
When I'm with a naked chick I use a faker meatcicle
A turkey baster laced with Elmer's to make it stick
My ex fled to Reykjavik, we really were trying
Ohhh your so wet, "My Hoyda's crying"
I need an eye exam and a vagina with no diaphragm
Or condom, I'm pond scum, I'm going to buy a lamb
And when we make love I'll picture titty humping
which looks like a Venn Diagram
Ewww, this isn't dope I feel like I'm pissing Scope
Lamby's a misanthrope
I asked her to stop moving, does she listen? Nope
The sheep was a clone so I was a creep on the phone
Now I'm sleeping alone
With her photo on my nightstand in a sepia tone
Oh yeah and you know that...
<Scratching> "Paul Bar-Bar-Barman"
Chorus:
The joy of your world is Paul Barman!
Beautiful, Beautiful Barman
Yes the joy of your wwoorrlldd is Paul Barman!
Beautiful, Beautiful Barman
Verse 2:
After this rap I'll be in Napoli, happily
Proposing to my chosen under an apple tree
"Let's get married," I don't walk, I get carried
By a motorcade of voter-age women on rollerblades
In cute sleeveless shirts exposing their shoulder blades
But I'm a lonely guy since my honeypie ran off with Ione Skye
Now I've got nothing whatsoever, ugly-broke-arrogant, but so clever
When I write rhymes on brown bags and in shower steam
Me and Paul are the power team
We'll leave you deflowered with a mouth full of sour cream
Gobble this obelisk
<Scratching> "Paul Bar-Bar-Barman"
Chorus:
The joy of your world is Paul Barman!
Beautiful, Beautiful Barman
Yes the joy of your wwoorrlldd is Paul Barman!
Beautiful, Beautiful Barman
Verse 3:
My close pals, aunts, uncles, leaders, Nations, and towns
Hamlets and neighboring islands, everyone
Landlords, bosses, and relatives, moms and newborns
Somehow when I act thirteen, I'm a virgin girl's tractor beam
This one was dressed to kill from her head to my testicle
She was from west of Phil-ly and spoke well of it
She said, "Just for the hell of it let's not be celibate."
I got all higgledy piggledy, it's a big relief
When I take off my fig uh leaf
She said that, "Let's get at this" but her cat and an unpotted cactus
Sat on her mattress
that sure made it saturated with sharp thorns and cat piss
I put on a hiphop beat while she whipped off the topsheet
She said, "Come to bed I like my undergrads underfed
They amaze how they stay up days on mayonnaise and Wonderbread."
I dove in her cervix a lot like Sir Mixalot
This interlude is for the women I've interviewed about the clitoris
and how to make it less hit-or-miss
Should we be gentle?, Is it all mental?
I won't use a dental dam 'cause it discurges
my urges to submerge in her jizz
She said, "My goodness you should juss use clues that's nonverbal
You're too vigorous if my clitoris, for example, turns purple"
It was time to copulate but we didn't want to populate
So my bold groin reached for my gold coin proooophylactic
I unwrapped it, you can't know how I felt
It wasn't a gold coin condom, it was chocolate Chanukah gelt
The white part crumbled on her tummy and the rest began to melt
Foiled again.....
<Scratching> "It's a classic piece, It's a classic piece,
It's a classic piece
We'd like to thank George for that and also Paauull Bar-Bar-Barman,
Bar-Barman Barman-Barman-Barman, and also Paauull Bar-Bar-Barman,
Bar-Bar-Barman, Paauull Bar-Bar-Barman, From Chapel Hill
who made the contribution of 5 dollars
Thanks Charles, I mean pardon me Paul,
Charles took the pledge, No Doubt"
the lyrics are even better when you introduce the filters. :-D
QuoteEven Chapstick won't help my chapped meatcicle
When I'm with a naked chick I use a faker meatcicle
lmao :-D
QuoteMy ex fled to Reykjavik, we really were trying
Ohhh your so wet, "My Hoyda's crying
Quote from: mussa on October 27, 2005, 04:56:56 PM
Violent Pornography - System Of A Down
LSB has that on his current playlist. The one that he plays at high volume while web surfing and/or playing video games.
Nice choice LSB. That song is so damn catchy.
Catchy, yeah. Of course, I'm probably not going to make any friends here when I say I hate that whiny, sniveling SOAD "singer." Dude really needs to get punched out.
Cigaro would have been a better choice.
Quote from: Susquehanna Birder on October 27, 2005, 06:24:46 PM
Catchy, yeah. Of course, I'm probably not going to make any friends here when I say I hate that whiny, sniveling SOAD "singer." Dude really needs to get punched out.
yea i had a hard time getting used to the guitarist singing when toxicity came out. i actually couldn't stand that guys voice for the longest time. its grows on you. the first CD was just the lead singer, excellant CD.
Quote from: General_Failure on October 27, 2005, 06:28:28 PM
Cigaro would have been a better choice.
watch the filters fly when you psot that song! does cock have a filter?>
guess not :-D
Quote from: Susquehanna Birder on October 27, 2005, 06:24:46 PM...sniveling SOAD "singer." Dude really needs to get punched out.
I volunteer.
I could post any number of "Replacements" songs in this thread since Paul Westerberg is the best songwriter of his generation by far, but I'll post my favorite song of theirs instead. It's not their most critically acclaimed song nor is it particularly well-known either but the scenario mentioned happened to me once at a wedding nearly verbatim, so, to me, it's pretty cool (and my favorite). 8)
Quote
Nobody
Heartaches, on your wedding day
double takes when they look my way
knees quake, there ain't a shotgun in the place
you like the frosting, you just bought the cake
your eyes can't fake
still in love with nobody
and I won't tell nobody
The bridegroom
drags you 'cross that room
said I do
but honey you were just a kid
your eyes said I did
still in love with nobody
nobody, nobody
and I won't tell nobody
Take a look
on your wedding night
in your wedding book
see what name I signed
hey
love nobody,
nobody, nobody
then nobody
nobody, nobody, nobody
Hips shake
to the band for old time's sake
now you make your getaway
and you're waving to the stage
but on the last page says
love nobody
nobody, nobody
and I won't tell nobody
nobody, nobody
yeah you're still in love with nobody
nobody, nobody
and I used to be nobody
nobody, nobody
not anymore
Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
by Bob Dylan
Album: Blonde on Blonde
QuoteWith your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
I could devote a whole thread just to Dylan's lyrics.... 8)
Gimme Some Truth
by John Lennon
Album: Imagine
QuoteI'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
I've had enough of reading things
by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
Leave it to John Lennon to run afoul of the obscenity filter. He'd appreciate that! ;)
Don't Let It Bring You Down
by Neil Young
Album: After the Gold Rush
QuoteOld man lying
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.
Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.
Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing
through the window
in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying
in a gutter in the lane,
If you're walking home alone.
Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.
Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.
Subterranean Homesick Blues
by Bob Dylan
Album: Bringing It All Back Home
QuoteJohnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
Okay, I'll stop now, I'm being obnoxious lol
QuoteTenacious D - Farg Her Gently
This is a song for the ladies
But Fellas listen closely
You don't always have to farg her hard
In fact sometimes that's not right, to do
Sometimes you've got to make some love
And fargin' give her some smoochies too
Sometimes you got to squeeze
Sometimes you got to say "Please..."
Sometimes you got to say "Hey..."
I'm gonna farg you, softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you, sweetly
I'm gonna ball you discreetly
And then you say "Hey I brought you flowers"
And then you say "Wait a minute Sally"
"I think I got somethin' in my teeth, could you get it out for me?"
That's fargin' team work!
What's your favorite posish?
That's cool with me
It's not my favorite but I'll do it for you
What's your favorite dish?
I'm not gonna cook it
But I'll order it from Zanzibar!
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I fargin farg you discreetly
And then I fargin bone you completely
But then I'm gonna farg you haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard
nice GF :yay
QuoteI won't dance in a club like this
All the girls are slags
and the beer tastes just like piss
From Nite Klub by The Specials.
Also, the best song title ever is "You're The One For Me, Fatty" by Morrissey, who also released the top chart hit "Girlfriend In A Coma".
Your Mother's Got A Penis - Goldie Looking Chain
QuoteThat's right, you knows what I'm saying
Your mother's offered me the goods, I'm not paying.
It started as a laugh, as a bit of a joke
Something funny to say when I was having a smoke.
I first heard off this bloke, this farging rumour going round
Your mother's reputation it's not sound
She's saving up the pennies hoping they'd turn into pounds
To have an operation to swap her gender around.
It's a shock to me and it's a shock to you
Your mother's got a beard, sandals and a penis too
It don't look right see, when she's walking down the street
To see her ball bag jiggin' to the beat of her feet
I said
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
That's right
Your mother's got a penis
In internet rooms and computer mainframes
There's loads of emails but your mother's blue veins.
Not the ones in her legs or the backs of her arms
But the ones in her member hidden in her gown.
She walks around proud, with a short dress on
Which sometimes exposes the tip of her dong.
Often it's dripping, sometimes it's dry
No matter when I see her there's a tear in my eye.
I thought I had to tell you, had to put it in a letter
But I thought farg that I'd write a song in much better.
The only way to do it, to really let you know
I could prove it because I gave it a blow.
It was purely accidently because she got me really drunk
And she made me kiss her elephant trunk.
You know why? That's right
Your mother got a penis.
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis, c'mon)
That's right
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis (Let's Rock !)
That's right
Your mother's got a penis
When she walks down the street, then she walks like John Wayne
I just seen her pissing standing up again.
Don't make no sense when you see her here and there
She got a cock and balls and real pubic hair.
And a single eye that sometimes weeps
If she lying on the bed then she rubs it on the sheets
Or up against the door or the back of your neck
If your mother's around then you make a double check.
I hate to tell you with all due respect
Take your mother to the doctors because her front bum's wrecked.
You know why?
Your mother's got a penis (C'mon Wembley)
Your mother's got a penis (Your mother's got a penis)
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis (Put your hands in the air, Wembley)
That's right
Your mother's got a penis (Yes)
Your mother's got a penis (Wembley Arena, I can feel the electricity, C'mon !)
Your mother's got a penis
Your mother's got a penis
That's right
Your mother's got a penis
For the 18th week running, UK rap grounp the GLC hold the number one
position of the US billboard chart with another smash hit, Your Mother's Got A Penis.
Come 'ere boys, you ever seen a woman with a cock before?
Come yer, c'mon look at it. Bouncing up and down I'll stick it in you
Come yer, a woman with a cock. Tidy !
Yeah it's the truth man, his mother have actually got a penis.
Half Man, Half Machine - Goldie Looking Chain
QuoteBinatone Spectrum, Pacman, Commodore
ZX-81, donkey kong, farging high score
Push it to the limit, couldn't push it any more
Wanna be a farging robot after smoking loads of draw
Bought a speak and spell, stuck it to my chest
And wraps some farging TIN FOIL to my head and to my vest
Walking down the stret, my next door neighbours not impressed
I'm a robot and buying ten Romes is my quest
Eggsie's gone too far, he thinks he's robocop
He's covered in tinfoil and he's got matching metal socks
We tried to sedate him but he farging escaped
The man robot myth starts to escalate
He tries to sell himself standing in curries
But if the police turn up, he runs in a farging hurry
He tries to plug himself in the mains with his nob
And when he's fully recharged he goes out on the rob
Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Being a robot in my digital domain
Enter my world, feel my pain
I'm not like other people you might see or you might know
I made love to a BBC micro
Touching on the disk drive, the monitor got hot
I knew from then, I was a motherfarging robot
Bill Gates from Microsoft, Stephen Hawking's voice
And farging Lara Croft
I built a lab, secret in my loft
And built a special costume that would help me to jack off
I sat there in front of the screen
For many years, this had been my wet dream
Now I've reched it, I'm finally there
Like terminator being filmed in Aberdare
So alone, when people stop and stare
Like C3PO but with pubes and hair
Robot Love
Robot
Robotic Breakdancing
Robot
The doctors found a nut
They said he was an headcase
'cos he sticks silver and cans on his face
Sucking off antennas and trying to farg the fridge
And burnt his pubic wig, with the high voltage
I am a robot
My prime directive is to's go to's the shops
And buy's ten Romes
Do's you's compute?
He wants to buy ten Romes, his destination is the shops
A tinfoil suit and a hat like Robocop
If your ask him then he'll do a bodypop
Like terminator, yeah he just won't stop
Put electical cable down through the eye of his cock
Plugged it in the wall and gave himself a big shock
The reason that he did it wasn't to give himself pain
Watching Terminator over again and again
farg man, get him, farging restrain him man
get him farging, farging get him down man
inject him man, get him down
He's farging nuts spa and he's losing it
Help me man, just get him farging....
Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Half man, half machine
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Roller Disco - Goldie Looking Chain (last one, I promise!)
QuoteThe first time that I met my mate
Was in the roller rink where I went to skate
It was early in the decade around '83
Back then Maskell's was the place to be
Pay two quid for your entry fee
I glide into the arena, ecstasy
When you were seven you didn't realise
Most of the adults were stoned out of their eyes
Some jacked up on the seats around the edge
Others were so farged that they turned into veg
I didn't care cos I made my pledge
Rollskating at Maskell's got respect
I used to listen to Public Enemy
Erik B and Rakim and BVSMP
But before that, in 1983
I'd go breakdancing after my tea
Down the youth club, eating the fruit pastels
Saturday morning I'd go down to Maskell's
It was my favourite place to go
Dancing all day at the Rollerdisco
ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-nineteen eighty three
When Maskells is over it's out on your bike
Doing bunny hops and wheelies if you like
Nicking from the shop and comparing your Nike
Dropping bricks onto trains was a delight
Then I'd find a weak kid and have a fight
Use your pocket money to buy a head band for the night
From Fussels, Newport's health-sports store
This is the stuff I used to do before
Draw... Paul Hardcastle, ne-ne-nineteen
Was always played on the rollerdisco scene
I would listen to music 'til I went deaf
Skating around backwards to Axel F
Even back then I was still wearing gold
They had an ice rink upstairs, so I was told
It was ecstasy going round a pillar
Doing a special dance to Michael Jackson's Thriller
You-You-You-You-You-You-You-You-You fargin' knows it
ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-nineteen eighty three
Eating cola cubes and watching Grange Hill
Riding my chopper to the Chip shop in Pill
I didn't know words like Cunny or Vag
Getting my 200 metres swimming badge
Back then you were seven, I was eight
I only just started to masturbate
When I was in school the days went slow
Cos I was dreaming of a fargin' rollerdisco
I didn't smoke, I didn't drink booze
I collected star wars stickers and bubble gum tattoos
Stuck 'em on my face cos it made me feel hard
Then popped into the shop to buy some football cards
Finished the album, Panini '83
Get back home in time for the A-Team and tea
Then watch Bullseye, and Saint and Greavsie
Then go to bed, 'til tomorrow, see?
I watch the A-Team and Airwolf too
Before I found drugs and started sniffing glue
Riding round the lane on my Grifter or my Chopper
Even back then I was a hip-hopper
ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-nineteen eighty three
now suzy screw had a partna named sasha....saha thumper...i remember her number like the summer....when her and suzy yeah they threw a slumber....party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer...well it was more like spend the night...three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights...we chillin like a villain and a brother feelin right...in the middle of the ghetto on the curb...but in spite all of the bullshtein we on our back starin at the stars above...talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up....
i said what you wanna be...she said...'alive'
hmmm it made me think for a minute...then i looked in her eyes...i coulda died...time went on...i got grown...rhyme got strong....mind got blown...i came back home...to find lil sasha was gone
her mamma said she with a brother that be treatin her wrong...i kept on singin my song and hopein at a show...that i would one day see her standin in the front row
but two weeks later she got found in the back of a school...with a needle in her arm and a baby two months due....sasha thumper.....
A Perfect Circle, Mer De Noms (Sea of Names)
3 Libras
Quote
Threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
A Perfect Circle. Mer De Noms
Judith
Quote
You're such an inspiration for ways that i will never ever choose to be.
Oh so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you.
farg your god.
He did this, took all you had and left you this way.
Still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit. never thought to question why.
It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.
Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed.
He did it all for you.
Oh so many ways for me to show you how your dogma has abandoned you.
Pray to your christ, to your god.
Never taste of the fruit,
Never stray, never break,
Never choke on a lie,
Even though he's the one who did this to you
Thought to question why
It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side.
Talk to jesus christ as if he knows the reasons why he
Did this all to you.
He did it all for you.
QuoteShe tried to do me so we did it in my apartment.
Bust it.
Pretend not to love it.
Tool. AEnema
AEnema
Quote
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
Certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this...
bullshtein three ring circus side show of...
Freaks! - Here in this hopeless farging hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any farging time. Any farging day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car. - It's a
Bullshtein three ring circus side show of...
Freaks! - Here in this hopeless farging hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any farging time. Any farging day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshteins.
And some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
Certainly hope we will...
I sure could use a vacation from this...
...Stupid shtein, silly shtein, stupid shtein...
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.......
Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim.
Desolation Row
by Bob Dylan
Album: Highway 61 Revisited
QuoteThey're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row
Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
"Which Side Are You On?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
Quote from: rjs246 on October 28, 2005, 09:08:04 AM
QuoteShe tried treid to do me so we did it in my apartment.
Bust it.
Pretend not to love it.
Good, but not as good as:
QuoteSo your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hun
Quote from: ice grillin you on October 28, 2005, 08:24:15 AM
now suzy screw had a partna named sasha....saha thumper...i remember her number like the summer....when her and suzy yeah they threw a slumber....party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer...well it was more like spend the night...three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights...we chillin like a villain and a brother feelin right...in the middle of the ghetto on the curb...but in spite all of the bullshtein we on our back starin at the stars above...talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up....
i said what you wanna be...she said...'alive'
hmmm it made me think for a minute...then i looked in her eyes...i coulda died...time went on...i got grown...rhyme got strong....mind got blown...i came back home...to find lil sasha was gone
her mamma said she with a brother that be treatin her wrong...i kept on singin my song and hopein at a show...that i would one day see her standin in the front row
but two weeks later she got found in the back of a school...with a needle in her arm and a baby two months due....sasha thumper.....
Never thought I'd get beat to the OutKast lyrics... :yay
OutKast - "Babylon"
Quote
I came into this world high as a bird
From second hand cocaine powder
i know it sounds absurd
I never tooted but its in my veins
While the rest of the country bungies off bridges
Without no snap back
and bitches they say they need that
To shake they fannies in the ass clubs
they go the other route
turn each other out
burn each other out
where a bonified stillupfront's mom like me
can't even get no back rub these days
ain't that bleak on they part?
but let me hold it down
cause they shut you down
when you speak from your heart
now that's hard
while we rantin and ravin bout gats
stillupfront's mom they made them gats
they got some shtein that'll blow out our backs
from where they stay at
Ooooh, I fear the battle's just begun
Ooooh, though we're here someday we will be gone
so i'm hopin, wishin, prayin
to keep my faith in you, in you
I'm fascinated by the way yo
nipples peak at me through yo blouse
freaky me, freaky you
can't help but be aroused
'scuse me lord lustful thinkin
but that's the way we was brought up
sneakin to watch playboy at night
we all must be caught up in worldly ways
Chemistry between boys and girls
is alot like when we went to the woods
and laid with the squirrels
durin P.E., we'd be
exploring each others privates
hunchin with all our clothes on
until we felt excited then, aaaah
oh now its on from here on out
put yo hands in the atmosphere
if you know what i'm talkin bout
now if two hearts done walk on out
and i see you on the next song
they call it horny
Because its devilish
now see we dead wrong
People don't know the stress i'm dealing with day to day
Speakin about the feeling i'm possessing for Rene
Mopin around and wondering where she stay
saw her last that she lay
give it another day i say
but the lord he taketh away
now give it back lawd
cause that's like backboards without the rims
me and my auntie was tight like southwest
before the pinks moved in
like the stillupfront's moms that owned the ligour store
crack cocaine, pimps and whores
livin up on this earth
before a stillupfront's mom like daddy was born
but they makin a scene
that my music and crime are a team
but i'm speakin the truth not dreams
so what in the farg they mean
my lyrics ain't clean
There are many Outkast lyrics that I would put up there. I won't bother quoting whole songs or verses but two of my favorite one-liners are:
QuoteLike a million elephants, a silver back orangutan, you can't stop the train. Who wants some don't come unprepared I'll be there, but when I leave there, better be a household name.
QuoteMany a day has passed, the night has gone by, but still I find the time to put that bump up in yo eye.
Zero meaning, but just hearing those lines gets me pumped for those songs.
Quote from: rjs246 on October 28, 2005, 09:08:04 AM
QuoteShe tried to do me so we did it in my apartment.
Bust it.
Pretend not to love it.
That wasn't the thing, it musta been the way she hit the ceiling
Cuz after that she kept on comin' back and catchin' feelings.
"I said 'Let's go, my girl is coming so you gotta leave...'
She said 'Oh no, I love you Treatch'!
I said "Now child PLEASE'!"
:yay
QuoteMr. Popeil Lyrics
I need a Vegematic!
I need a Pocket Fisherman!
I need a handy appliance
That'll scramble an egg while it's still inside its shell!
(Operators are standing by.
How does that make you feel?)
Help me.
Mr. Popeil!
I wanna shine some pennies!
I wanna mend some leather!
I wanna Krazy-Glue my head to the bottom of a big steel girder!
(Please, no C.O.D.'s.
Don't miss out on this deal.)
Ah, help me.
Mr. Popeil!
Help me.
Mr. Popeil!
Mr. Popeil!
Mr. Popeil!
(Wo-o, wo-o. Ohhhhhh.)
It slices. It dices.
Look at that tomato!
You could even cut a tin can with it,
But you wouldn't want to!
Mr. Popeil, I'm in trouble.
Need your assistance on the double.
Oh no! Now how am I gonna make
My old vinyl car top look like new?
Mr. Popeil!
Tell me, what am I s'posed to do?
Mr. Popeil!
Mr. Popeil!
(Now how much would you pay?)
But wait, there's more!
It's not sold in any store!
(Now how much would you pay?)
Don't answer yet,
Just look what else you get!
(Now how much would you pay?)
If you order today,
You get a Ginsu knife and a smokeless ashtray!
(Now how much would you pay?)
Now how much would you pay?
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil.
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil.
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil.
Mr. Popeil, Mr. Popeil.
Make me buy a Garden Weasel!
Make me buy a Bamboo Steamer!
Make me take advantage
Of this amazing TV offer!
(Call our toll-free number,
We'll make you such a deal.)
Aw, help me!
Mr. Popeil. I want it!
(Mr. Popeil.) Well, I need it!
(Mr. Popeil.) I got to got to got to have it!
Mr. Popeil!
Mr. Popeil!
Hey!
Quote from: MC Paul Barman "MTV Get off the Air pt. 2"(It's Very Stimulating)
A little goon
in a locker room
rat-tails the octaroon
He'll be drinking vodka soon
and his big brothers are frat guys
whose IQs lose to their fitted baseball hat size
Smirkin' jocks with hackysacks
in Birkenstocks and khaki slacks
I'm the hypest lyricist
while they're like, "What type of beer is this?"
The liquid is ubiquitous
and has such a hold
on all the strata, it's just got to be
government-controlled
Behind the bottle and the throne
sits an unknown man wiser
and bigger for the liquor store
the number one franchiser
Perhaps George Bush and his sons
are relatives of Anheiser
I wanted to get in a pooper hole one day
so I invited girls over on Super Bowl Sunday
only one showed up: Princess Superstar
[PS]
Thanks for inviting me over
let me look around the bed post
(bad dill folds?) back to back black dildos
nice kit kudos
pass the cool ranch doritos
I love nachos
put on Fat Joe
naw, that really sucks, let's put on the Beatles
Yo, let's check the half time show
I hope it's Michael Jackson
singin Satisfaction with Hanson
or Luther Vandross in a sparkling costume
with big pants dancin
or maybe I saw that in a Bud Light commercial
speakin' of which, give this bitch
a drink quick to wet my lips
you got enough cheddar lyin' around this place to
fix
up my tits
as if I need it...
[MCPB]
Conchetta please!
If you see any chedda'
it's chedda cheese
I'm easily great
I don't need to be in some sort of Ken Kesey state
to create something you can appreciate
[PS] Who are you talkin to?
[MCPB] Makin you draw conclusions
and superficial distinctions make you go sacreu bleu
[PS]
I can speak French too
suck my nuh-nuh
french my funhole
comprande voux?
Look Pepe Le Pieux
let's cut to the (de nu-mon?)
you wanna farg me, I wanna farg you
so it's on.
[MCPB]
Can I chime in?
I'll still be rhymin'
when I'm in your hymen
I radiate like it was '88
and I'm searching for my lady mate
I'm a hunter-gatherer
a funholeer-latherer
My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice
granny's panties moist
I do the new when the tried and true fails
plus I'm lookin' fly in my sky blue tails
Now peel off your tube top
so I can feel your boobs flop on my lubed cock
socks up to your calf like a chick from the (craff?)
I wanna put on a serated condom and saw you in half
[PS]
My knees are weak, I need knee-pads
you farg me blind, I can't see, dag!
run me a hot bath add the epsom salt
soak my lower half in your Mortal Kombat cocktail sauce
let me head south
put it in my mouth
cause I like the taste.
[MCPB]
When I burst in your face
I'll invade your personal space
[PS]
I'm like Chase, stick your card in and out
Thanks see, look how much stacks of cream are coming out
[MCPB]
I removed her sanitary napkin with my teeth
and there was a planetary backspin underneath
I faced her wound
Let's do a pap smear with a taster spoon
you can sleep on the guest cot
I'll sleep in the wet spot
(Singing)
I'll be your boyfriend
Smooch on your pooper hole
all through the Super Bowl
your man doesn't even miss you
glued to the boob tube, watchya gonna do dude?
I woke up sticky
and quickly applied a temporary tattoo to a hickey
went to salt and shake her awake
with orange juice, a straw, and coffee cake
after we had a bite,
we pushed the canoe in the lake
[PS] You don't paddle right
[MCPB] Look, a shooting star!
[PS] It's a fargin satellite
[MCPB] Lady, one more complaint
and I'll shove a rape-whistle up the Mrs. Va-J-J
(starts whistling)
[PS]
What'd you say?!?!
Listen Slim Shay-day
tell Dre he better fargin pay may (me)
(starts laughing)
[MCPB]
Your talents are bite-size
it's no suprise you rhyme with white guys
I jumped in the water
what did I want a girlfriend for?
Just like you, you jizz on your floor.
I don't want sweet potatoes anymore
I didn't even leave her an oar
did a medium crawl stroke back to shore
Who's next to flirt with this exhausting extrovert?
I parted some (palm frawns?)
Guess who left me dry long johns
Uncle Ralph McDaniels
He said "what's up Paul Nathaniel Barman
let's get MTV off the air I deserve my own channel."
Rhyming Pooper Hole with Super Bowl is pretty impressive. :-D
Quote from: Mad-Lad on October 28, 2005, 11:07:29 AM
Rhyming Pooper Hole with Super Bowl is pretty impressive. :-D
Once is enough, though.
Black Sheep - U Mean I'm NotThis is one of the best rap songs ever. You all have to download this song. fargin hilarious.
Quote
Yo motherfarger
What the farg you lookin' at
Yo, get out my motherfargin' face right now
Yo man, trip this
I was out on the ave man
This dude wouldn't let me roll
So I pulled out my mother fargin' nine
And I SMOKED HIS ASS
Woke up, didn't choke up
Saw my AK, it was broke up
Put it together like a jigsaw
Got my nine, and my Rambo knife off the floor
Went to the bathroom, and beat the rush
Yo, who the farg used my toothbrush
Went to my sister's room, yo bitch, wake up
You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut
Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh
Kick her in the Hoyda and punched her in the eye
Slapped her in the head, stepped on the cord
Don't farg with my bitch, word is born
Went downstairs to eat wit my folks
Ma, you broke the fargin' egg yoke
Punch her in the chest, it got on her cheek
Then I did a sweep, knocked the bitch off her feet
Knee to the Hoyda, kick to the skull
AK y'all shot the bitch in the temple
Pop got mad 'cause mom got licked
I didn't give a farg so I shot him in the dick
Hungary as farg, said my grace
Pop kept screamin' so I shot him in the face
Ate my food, found my coat
Mailman came so I cut his mother fargin' throat
Waitin' for the mother fargin' school bus
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Dres, yo Dres
Wake up man, wake up
What's wrong with you man
Yo, I had a mother fargin' dream, man
What the farg was the dream about Gee
I dreamed that I was hard
The farging bad word filters makes all of these so much better. :-D