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  • ColonelPanic0

    Outfits four thousand or better/
    The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater/

  • ColonelPanic0

    RBL straight bringin it back...don't gimme no bammer weed, we don't smoke that shit in the SFC

  • F_180

    "in a fall from a burning tower, what would you do with just one more hour? live that hour out everyday like it was your last, you'll live much better that way."

    pennywise - "date with destiny"

  • Seff0

    Don't gimme no bammer joint
    It's the Black C, nigga, gettin straight to the point
    I was chillin outside on a hot day
    It was me and my niggas, just check what I say
    Let's fade, let's go see the dank man
    They'll fade if they is my friends
    A few niggas pitched in
    (Let's go to the store so I can get some gin)
    Oh no, straight Hen-dog on mine
    With a little dab of Coke and a nigga doin fine
    So now we got a nitro
    We up, yeah, let's go hit the indo
    In fo' deep we creep
    It's about to be a party in a 5.0 Jeep
    Nigga straight checkin the mirror
    One nigga in the back had a St. Ides beer
    Urlin like fuck in my backseat
    I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, gee
    Straight Hen-dog with no chaser
    Fuck that beer, ain't nothin greater
    A-B, our name: C
    And you gotta pause when you get to the D
    D for dank, D for drink
    But not D for the dope that's stackin my bank
    There's only two things that I smoke
    A punk-ass nigga or a pipe full of indo
    I like nothin but the real McCoy
    Straight dank, fuck a bammer joint

  • brandelec0

    Ground Control to Major Tom
    Ground Control to Major Tom
    Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

    Ground Control to Major Tom
    Commencing countdown, engines on
    Check ignition and may God's love be with you

    Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
    Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

    This is Ground Control to Major Tom
    You've really made the grade
    And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
    Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

    "This is Major Tom to Ground Control
    I'm stepping through the door
    And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
    And the stars look very different today

    For here
    Am I sitting in a tin can
    Far above the world
    Planet Earth is blue
    And there's nothing I can do

    Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
    I'm feeling very still
    And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
    Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"

    Ground Control to Major Tom
    Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
    Can you hear me, Major Tom?
    Can you hear me, Major Tom?
    Can you hear me, Major Tom?
    Can you....

  • peteski0

    ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
    you got a problem wit dat?

  • peteski0

    New Jersey über alles

    New Jersey, New Jersey über alles,
    Über alles in der Welt,
    Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
    Brüderlich zusammenhält!
    Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
    Von der Etsch bis an den Belt:
    New Jersey, New Jersey über alles,
    Über alles in der Welt!

    Jersey Frauen, Jersey Treue,
    Jersey Wein und Jersey Sang
    Sollen in der Welt behalten
    Ihren alten schönen Klang,
    Uns zu edler Tat begeistern
    Unser ganzes Leben lang:
    Jersey Frauen, Jersey Treue,
    Jersey Wein und Jersey Sang!

    Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
    Für das Jersey Vaterland!
    Danach laßt uns alle streben
    Brüderlich mit Herz und Hand!
    Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
    Sind des Glückes Unterpfand;
    Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes,
    Blühe, Jersey Vaterland.

  • 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!)

  • 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

  • cruz_azul0

    "you swallowed his kids"

  • 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.

  • 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

  • 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.

  • 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!

  • 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

  • honest0

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

  • 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?

  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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"