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  • kyl30

    rock it

    rock it

    rock it

    *scratching noise

    rock it

    *scratching noise

    rock it

  • ross0

    As i went wondering,
    drunk, down your street,
    to your window,
    i stumbled, by chance,
    and i peeped in on you.

    -Crooked fingers

  • kyl30

    Ok we're on the air live from Lake Merit in Oakland California
    We'll have exclusive coverage of Gutfest '89
    I'm Ted Casey and we're gonna go down live right now with Bill
    Thompson
    Bill's on the scene and he's gonna tell us what's going on. Bill?
    Thanks Ted
    Yeah you can hear they're just having a ball and a hell of a time
    down here at Gutfest this year
    Uh you can hear behind me now that's uh I think they're called Blue
    Death
    Just one of ten, ten bands that are playing down here at Gutfest this
    year
    I think some of the other bands playing will be
    The Who, The Clash, uh, Digital Underground
    There's been rumor's that EPMD
    might come out and play here at Gutfest this year
    Other people in the line-up are
    Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea
    Miles Davis is part of tomorrow's jazz line-up
    and tonight they're doing rock and blues
    There's supposed to be more, uhh music from The Who later on tonight
    and then Thursday's show is gonna close with Digital Underground
    is gonna close the show. So, hey, I'm outta here, I'm gonna go have
    some more food, some more good music...
    How's it going, guys, you guys come to Gutfest every year, or what?
    Oh yeah, Gutfest is the best thing to happen to California since 1968
    So, uh, where are you guys from?
    San Diego..]
    Gutfest, Gutfest
    It's a show, not like you've ever seen befo'
    In the park, from noon 'til after dark.
    There will be blondes, and also girls of bronze,
    And girls who come from other contries 'round the world
    Now, you will see a big display of ladies in a cage,
    Butt naked, and they're showing off their curves and sexy ways.
    So pack a bag, and come on down, if you can find the time.
    We just would like to say welcome to Gutfest '89.
    Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89
    Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89
    Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89
    The festival is on the lake, the hotel's up the block.
    It's clean, they've got good rates and they've got lots of rooms in
    stock.
    Tell them you're here for Gutfest, you'll get ten bucks off per night.
    Bring your camera and your condoms, 'cause we're going to do this
    right.
    More girls then you have ever seen are on display right now,
    Girls with breasts that go va-voom and booties that go pow!
    Black girls, white girls, candy stripe girls, girls with lots of back
    fat,
    It's safe to say more healthy guts then you can shake a stick at.
    I trooped in, now let the Gutfest begin,
    It seems like sin, my head's startin' to spin,
    Thinkin' what I'm about to clock, all stops are being yanked out,
    I'm knockin' stank out the box, every chance I get,
    Because I waited and waited, to make this trip.
    Yeah, one big stupid butt nest,
    And I'm'a get mine at this Gutfest.
    Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89
    Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89
    Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89
    Crazy guts, crazy guts, it's Gutfest '89

  • lherb0

    There's a voice, that keeps on calling me...
    Down the road that's where I'll always be...
    Every stop I make I make a new friend.
    Can't stay for long just turn around and I'm gone again.

    Maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down.
    Until tomorrow I'll just keep moving on...

    If you want to join me for a while just grab your hat, we'll travel light that's Hobo style.

    Maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down.
    Until tomorrow I'll just keep moving on...

    - Theme song for
    The Littlest Hobo

  • chz0

    *dogs barking*

    All y'all bitches put your naps together
    And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch

    She flew in like calm breeze
    Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees
    I went coconuts
    Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut
    Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch!
    Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup
    Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
    White ones cut my toupee!
    Seventh day rester, or scream play
    I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass
    Bullet him, get him fast
    Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash
    The dog piss on MC's like trees
    Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

    Let that bitch go!

    Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH
    the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH
    Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight
    It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight
    Hoeeeeee!

    Stankin ass hoes!

    You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit
    Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit
    That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
    on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down
    *SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha
    Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
    Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone
    Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones
    in the backyard, of someone else's house
    Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out
    Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass
    But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
    That means hoe, you been shit-ted on!
    I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn

    Fuck y'all

  • CyBrainX0

    I was dancin' when I saw his brains run out on the street.

    Lou Reed. (one of the songs from New York)

  • uberdesigner0

    let's ride in my benzi
    you ride my lap
    I give you my blunt
    I slap yo ass
    here we go
    here we go
    now now now
    let's ride in my benzi
    I give you gucci
    then comes out yo coochie
    here we go here we go

  • kon230

    Where's the f**king party?
    Someone's in the kitchen eating pies and mucky tarts,
    Bammy's in the bathroom and he's lighting up his farts.
    Now Peter's supping bitter, he's getting really canned,
    He locks himself in the bog and he's shagging Baggy Anne.
    The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's place,
    You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll smash you in the face.
    Someone shouts "ale's run out, who's for tea or coffee?"
    But Stez Styx pegs it down the road and breaks into to the offy.
    And Charlotte's eating mushies, she's really off her box,
    She's going to take her false teeth out and suck some scabby cocks.
    The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
    You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll kick your f**king twat.
    The Macc Lads are having a party, round at Mutley's flat,
    You'd better bring some ale my son or we'll smash your f**king twat.
    When the Macc Lads have a party then they do it f**king right,
    If we start it on a Monday then it ends on Sunday night.
    You can come if your a Macc Lad,
    You can f**k off if you're queer,
    You can come if you're a fit crack,
    But you've got to bring some beer.

    The Macc Lads
    "The Macc Lads Party"

  • Bluejam0

    I used to hump my pillow at night.
    The type of silent prayer to help myself prepare for the light.
    Me and my cousin Duce would rank the girls between one and ten
    and the highest number got to be my pillows pretend.
    Now I apologize to every high ranker.
    But you taught me how to dream and so I also thank you.
    I never had the courage to approach you at school.
    We joked around a lot and I know you thought I dressed cool.
    But I was just covering up all the insecurities that came bubbling up.
    My complexion had
    me stuck in an emotional rut, 'like the time you Flavor Flaved me and you called me
    "Yo Chuck, they say
    you're too black, man".
    I think I'm too black.
    Mom, do you think I'm too black? I think I'm too black.

    Black Stacey.
    They called me Black Stacey.
    I never got to be myself 'cause to
    myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
    and paisley, a double goose
    and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
    I was Black Stacey.
    the preachers' son from Haiti
    who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
    I was Black Stacey.
    you thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

    I used to use bleaching creme, 'til Madame CJ Walker walked into my dreams.
    I dreamt of being white and
    complimented by you, but the only shiny black thing that you liked was my shoes.
    Now, I apologize for bottling up
    all the little things you said that warped my head and my gut.
    Even though I always told you not to
    brag about the fact that your great grand
    mother was raped by her slave master. Yeah, I became
    militant too.
    So it was clear on every level I was blacker than you.
    I turned you on to Malcolm X and
    Assata Shakur in my three quarter elephant goose with the fur.
    I had the high top fade
    with the steps on the side.
    I had the two finger ring, rag top on the ride.
    I had the sheep skin, name
    belt, Lee suit, Kangol, acid wash, Roscoe's chicken and waffle.

    Black Stacey.
    They called me Black Stacey.
    I never got to be myself 'cause to myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
    and paisley, a double goose and bally shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
    I was Black Stacey. the preachers'
    son from Haiti who
    rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
    I was Black Stacey.
    You thought it wouldn't faze me, but it did 'cause I was just a kid.

    Now here's a little
    message for you.
    All you baller playa's got
    some insecurities too, that you could cover up, bling it up, cash in
    and ching ching it up, hope no
    one will bring it up, lock it down and string it up.
    Or you can share your essence with us, 'cause everything about you couldn't be rugged
    and ruff.
    And even though you tote a
    glock and you're hot on the
    streets, if you dare to share your heart, we'll nod our heads to
    its beat.
    And you should do that, if nothing else, to prove
    that a player like you could keep it honest and true. Don't mean to call your bluff but
    mothafucka that's what I do.
    You got platinum chain
    then, son, I'm probably talking to you.
    And you can call your gang, your posse and the rest of your crew.
    And while you're at it get them addicts and the indigent too. I plan to have a whole army
    by the time that I'm through to load their guns with songs they haven't sung.

  • JerseyRaindog0

    Well Frank settled down in the Valley
    and hung his wild years
    on a nail that he drove through
    his wife's forehead
    he sold used office furniture
    out there on San Fernando Road
    and assumed a $30,000 loan
    at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
    on a little two bedroom place
    his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
    made good bloody marys
    kept her mouth shut most of the time
    had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
    that had some kind of skin disease
    and was totally blind. They had a
    thoroughly modern kitchen
    self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
    Frank drove a little sedan
    they were so happy

    One night Frank was on his way home
    from work, stopped at the liquor store,
    picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
    drank 'em in the car on his way
    to the Shell station, he got a gallon of
    gas in a can, drove home, doused
    everything in the house, torched it,
    parked across the street, laughing,
    watching it burn, all Halloween
    orange and chimney red then
    Frank put on a top forty station
    got on the Hollywood Freeway
    headed north

    Never could stand that dog.

  • Jaline0

    I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
    Break to love make lust I know it isn't
    I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance
    Cold as numbers but let's dance

    As though it were easy for you to lead me
    I could be passive gracefully

    Half the horizon's gone for a skyline of numbers
    Half the horizon's gone we're working the numbers
    ‘till I'm sick

    Sleep don't pacify us until
    Daybreak sky lights up the grid we live in
    Dizzy when we talk so fast
    Fields of numbers streaming past

    I wish we were farmers, I wish we knew how
    To grow sweet potatoes and milk cows

    Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
    Where is the love?
    Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
    Who here is in line for a raise?
    Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
    Where is the love?
    Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost,
    Who put these bodies between us?

  • honest0

    F- YOU! I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!

  • Jaline0

    you gonna
    come over [x2]

    you gonna
    stay over

    v one five point eight five [x2]

    you gonna
    come over [x2]

    you gonna
    stay over

    v one five point eight five [x4]

    you gonna
    come over

    you gonna
    stay over

    v one five point eight five [x4]

    you gonna
    you gonna
    are you gonna
    come on
    come on
    come on
    oh come on

  • Jaline0

    Out here in the fields
    I fight for my meals
    I get my back into my living
    I don't need to fight
    To prove I'm right
    I don't need to be forgiven

    Don't cry
    Don't raise your eye
    It's only teenage wasteland

    Sally ,take my hand
    Travel south crossland
    Put out the fire
    Don't look past my shoulder
    The exodus is here
    The happy ones are near
    Let's get together
    Before we get much older

    Teenage wasteland
    It's only teenage wasteland
    Teenage wasteland
    Oh, oh
    Teenage wasteland
    They're all wasted!

  • version30

    You are one of God's mistakes.
    You crying, tragic waste of skin.
    I'm well aware of how it aches.
    And you still won't let me in.
    Now I'm breaking down your door,
    to try and save your swollen face.
    Though I don't like you anymore
    you lying, trying waste of space.

    Before our innocence was lost
    you were always one of those blessed with lucky 7s,
    and the voice that made me cry.
    My oh my.

    You were mother nature's son.
    Someone to whom I could relate.
    Your needle and your damage done,
    remains a sordid twist of fate,
    now I'm trying to wake you up,
    to pull you from the liquid sky.
    Cause if I don't we'll both end up with just your song to say goodbye.

    My oh my. A song to say goodbye,
    A song to say goodbye,
    A song to say,
    Before our innocence was lost you were always one of those blessed with lucky 7's,
    and a voice that made me cry.
    It's a song to say goodbye.

  • grunttt0

    We can dance if we want to
    We can leave your friends behind
    'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
    Well they're no friends of mine
    I say, we can go where we want to
    A place where they will never find
    And we can act like we come from out of this world
    Leave the real one far behind
    And we can dance
    Danc¨¦e!

    We can go when we want to
    The night is young and so am I
    And we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet
    And surprise 'em with the victory cry
    Say, we can act if want to
    If we don't nobody will
    And you can act real rude and totally removed
    And I can act like an imbecile

    I say, we can dance, we can dance
    Everything out of control
    We can dance, we can dance
    We're doing it from wall to wall
    We can dance, we can dance
    Everybody look at your hands
    We can dance, we can dance
    Everybody takin' the cha-a-a-ance

    Safety dance
    Is it safe to dance
    Is it safe to dance

    S-s-s-s A-a-a-a F-f-f-f E-e-e-e T-t-t-t Y-y-y-y
    Safe, dance!

    We can dance if we want to
    We've got all your life and mine
    As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it
    Everything'll work out right
    I say, we can dance if we want to
    We can leave your friends behind
    'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
    Well they're no friends of mine

    Is it safe to dance, oh is it safe to dance [6x]
    Is it safe to dance

  • Mimio0

    Travolta - Mr Bungle

    All behold the spectacle
    A fleshy limbless rectangle
    Sitting on a pedestal
    So nasal handicapable

    Sniff and remember silver ball
    Contortions that he can't recall
    The torso on a trampoline
    The happiness melts into dream

    To talk is an enunciated sneeze
    To taste is some foul air to breathe

    One thought it lasts a day and at that rate he'll most likely live forever!
    He's a bird in flight, a hermaphrodite
    And he fucks himself as he fucks the world

    His twitching brain can dance within
    Gyrating more like gelatin
    A secret means of ecstasy
    Acute and very olfactory

    To see is colors crawling in the nose
    To hear is stinking highs and lows

    He's got an itch but nothing with which to scratch the itch - so wish it away

    With his mouth sewn shut, he still shakes his butt
    Cuz he's Hitler & Swayze & Trump & Travolta

    Smell, Sweat, Movement.
    Everyone's dancing.
    Disco.
    Dimple.
    Fading. Darker.
    A subtle fragrance.
    Faint.
    Everyone's dancing without him.
    Where did it go?
    Dark.
    Odorless.
    Nothing.

  • cruz_azul0

    "you swallowed his kids"

  • komkrktprod0

    Enter response:
    I don't sleep mother fu__er
    off that 'gnac and that bourbon
    doin' 120 gettin high while I'm swervin

    Seth Meyers: Damn, Natalie, you a crazy chick

    Yo shut the fu__ up and suck my di__
    I bust in dudes mouths like gushers motherfu__er
    roll up on NBC and smack the sh__ out Jeff Zucker

    Guys: What you want, Natalie?
    NP: to drink and fight!
    Guys: what you need, Natalie?
    Guys: to fu__ all night!

    Don't test me when I'm crazy off that airplane glue
    put my foot down your throat
    till you sh__ in my shoe
    leave you screaming
    pay for my dry cleaning
    fu__ you man
    It's my name that he's screamin'

    All the kids lookin up to me can suck my di__
    It's Portman mother fu__er
    drink till I'm sick
    slit your throat
    and pump nitrous down the hole
    watch you laugh and cry
    while I laugh you die
    and all the Jews
    you know I'm talkin to you

    Guys: we love you Natalie!

    I wanna fu__ you too!
    P is for Portman
    P is for pu__y
    I'll kill your fu__in dog for fun so don't push me

    When I was in Harvard
    I smoked weed every day
    I cheated every test
    and snorted all the yay
    I gotta def posse
    You got a buncha dudes
    I sit right down on your face and take a sh__

    Andy Samberg: Natalie, you are a bad ass bitch (hell yah)
    and I always pay for your dry cleanin
    when my sh__ gets in your shoe
    as for the drug use
    well I can't vouch for that
    my di__ is scared of you

  • mrdobolina0

    Get-o Boyz - Read these Nikes

    Here I go again, another brawl, a conflict
    Somebody finna get they ass kicked
    If you ain't down with the Geto Boys
    Get your happy ass outta dodge
    The rumors you heard ain't slander
    Willie D don't give a fuck about a goddamn by-stander
    So when you see me clutch my fist
    Get out the way or get t-rolled, bitch
    I'm inclined to physically whip your ass
    But if you wanna blast
    Make a muthafuckin motion like you wanna reach
    And you gon' have a damn funeral next week
    >From the hardest to the softest
    For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office
    See, my appearance is so damn fly
    It makes em say, Hm - he's a nice guy
    So a nigga try to play me like a hoe
    Oh-oh, oh shit, damn, that's a no-no
    I get dead on his ass, so when I'm strikin
    He bet no fall, or I'ma make his ass read these Nikes
    (Oh my goodness!)
    [ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
    You read these Nikes, cause you're fucked up, punk
    Here's the definition of gettin your ass stomped
    (I'm a nigga insane kickin ass extremely)
    So you weak-ass hoes keep dreamin
    Bushwick, can I get a witness?
    (Fuck yeah, Nightquil that sickness!)
    Yeah, and when I form this gesture
    Don't call mama, cause the bitch can't help ya
    Better yell for a paramedic
    Or somethin that nature, cause I'ma try to break ya
    Ass into muthafuckin particles
    Let's see if I can get you in a newspaper article
    To hell with emotions
    I don't stop till I cream a muthafucka like lotion
    Remorse - what the fuck is that?
    I beat your mama ass and go get a six-pack
    Gettin mild, I don't play that shit
    Fuck havin mercy on a goddamn bitch
    Nigga get beat, oh mama
    But if she fucks with me
    Her ass is gonna read these Nikes
    [ Bushwick Bill ]
    Yo D, I saw the way you stomped that muthafucka
    And left your trademark upside his head
    [ Will ]
    Yeah man, that was one of my ??? Nikes
    I usually leave the whole muthafuckin logo
    [ VERSE 3: Willie D ]
    I don't give a fuck who you hang with, trick
    Friends ain't shit when you're gettin your ass kicked
    But if your buddies wanna get in my mix
    Chop-chop ( *gunfire* ) yo, bitch
    It ain't nothin but a mere formality
    Every sucker muthafucka is a casualty
    I kick ass, you won't ever diss
    Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoeprint
    >From muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid
    Now do you wanna make a bid?
    I didn't think so, cause I'd have yo
    Ass screamin just like a damn hoe
    When I hit ya in your goddamn mouth
    And show you what a real nigga's all about
    When I dispose of your ass like waste
    And nothin but my shoe is in your muthafuckin face
    You're readin these Nikes
    Look at you now, muthafucka!
    (Oh shit!)
    Look at...
    (Oh! Aw, hold up, man
    Hold up, shit, aw, come on...
    Alright, man, alright, I quit, man
    I quit, alright - aw shit)
    ...fuck with me!
    (Oh man)
    (Hit it)
    [ VERSE 4: Willie D ]
    Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer
    I'm at the club rappin to this hella hammer
    This bitch was holy, severely cut
    So I'm rappin to her, right? To see if she'll fuck
    I never asked if she was taken, cause honestly
    That type of shit don't matter to me
    Just when we was leavin out the goddamn door
    Some trick-ass nigga fronted me bout the whore
    I let the fool file with a diss or two
    But the nigga kept pushin the goddamn issue
    So I pulled out the 9mm
    And bust his ass in the head, you could see the
    Blood gushin out his goddamn skull
    He played hisself, now his ass gettin drugged
    I was charged with aggravated assault
    But before I got off his ass
    ...I made him read these Nikes
    (Oh my goodness!)