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| Post ur favorite lyrics here, while playin: | Started by: RollinBlade on Jun 08, '14 02:21 |
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Sublime 40oz of freedom ?Lyrics You got your hair permed, you got your red dress on screaming, "That second gear was such a turn on!" And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning's here and you'll be gone before too long. Who taught you those new tricks? Damn! I shouldn't start that talk. But life is one big question when your staring at the clock. And the answer's always waiting at the liquor store. 40 oz. to freedom so I take that walk. And I know that, oooooooooooooooo I'm not going back. OOOOOOOOOh I'm not going back. Oh Oh God knows, I'm not going back! oooooooooooooooo not going, going.......... And you look so fine. When you lie it just dont show, but i know which way the wind blows. A 40 oz. to freedom is the only chance i have to feel good even though I feel bad. |
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"Take A Look Around" All attention in the world today
All the little girls fillin' up the world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'ma live my life like I should (Like I should) Now all the critics wanna hit it Shit can, now we did it Just because they don't get it But I'll stay fitted New era committed Now this red cap Gets a rap from his critics Do we always gotta cry? (Always gotta cry?) Do we always gotta be inside a lie? (Live inside a lie) Life is just a blast movin' very fast (Blast, blast, blast, blast) Better stay on top or life will kick you in the ass Follow me into a solo Remember that, kid So what you wanna do? And where you gonna run? When you starin' down a cable Of a mic pointed, that you grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rocking the set It's like Russian roulette When you're placin' your bet So don't be upset When you're broke And you're done 'Cause I'ma be the one Till I jet (I'ma be the one till I jet) I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me) 'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me) Now I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me?) 'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately Why you wanna hate me? 'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately And now you wanna hate me 'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately Does anybody really know the secret? Or the combination for this life and where they keep it? It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin' But everything happens for a reason (Everything happens for a reason) I don't even know what I should say 'Cause I'm an idiot a loser, microphone abuser I analyze every second I exist Beatin' up my mind every second with my fist And everybody wanna run (Wanna run) Everybody wanna hide from the gun (Hide from the gun) You can take that ride through this life if you want But you can't take that edge off that knife (No sir) And now you want your money back (Your money back) But you're denied 'cause your brain's fried from the sac And there ain't nothing I can do 'Cause life is a lesson, you'll learn it when you're through I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me?) I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me?) I know why you wanna hate me (Why you wanna hate me?) 'Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately I know why you wanna hate me (You wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me (You wanna hate me) Now I know why you wanna hate me 'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately Why you wanna hate me? 'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately Now you wanna hate me 'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately Now I know why Now I know why Now I know why Now I know why you wanna hate me? Now I know why you wanna hate me? Now I know why you wanna hate me? 'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately 'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately 'Cause hate is all the world has seen, has seen lately |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 01, '15 23:11 | |
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"N 2 Gether Now" [Fred:] Who can be the boss?
Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin up, I'm sideways I'm blazin' up the path Runnin on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode I'm Dashin all the meteor strikes Keep the media dykes As re-enforcements for the fight And that alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? [Method Man] Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now [Method Man] Shut the fuck up! I'm pluggin in them social skills That keep my total bills over a million The last time I checked it Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it Wait until the second round, I'll knock him out [Method Man:] They call me big John stud My middle name mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thugs That can't stand the flood What up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged Learn Temperature's too hot for sunblock Burn Playin with minds can get you state time Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind Killa bees in the club when there's ladybug Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug Love is love all day 'til they both slug And take another life in cold blood Can't feel me? Cause it's your blood Murder is tremendous Crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us They know not what they do Our praises do I'm big like easy, ya bigbamboo [Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N 2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! What? What? [Method Man:] Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn Deadweight they dead wrong Let's get it on Twelve rounds of throwdown Who hold crown? Protect land with both pound Limp Bizkit Get around like merry-go What's the scenario? Comin' through your stereo Why risk it Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted Eight essential vitamins and minerals Delicious Word on the street is They bit my thesis Knocked out their front teethes Tryin to taste mine Actin like they heard through the grapevine Dope fiendin for the baseline To provide rhyme Pharmaceuticals Hard as nails to the cubicle Where you find that monster She beautiful Wu-Tang and Limp Bizkit Roll on the check Kick a hole in the speaker Pull the plug and inject [Fred:] Mic check So what's it all about? Where we gonna run? Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes Limpin on the track with Method So get the sunblock You get your one shot Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere prepare You'll be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Without a microphone But don't you forget you're in the zone [Method Man] So shut the fuck up! And take that shit back Cause all your shit's whack [Method Man] Doodoo is doodoo When it's way down like that Burnin up your brain like a piston So all those who didn't listen Never even knew what they were missin And never even knew that the sky was fallin down Wu-Tang Clan for the crown [Method Man:] What's that, I didn't hear you? Shut the fuck up! Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up! Everybody N2 Gether now Shut the fuck up! What? What? [Method Man:] It was over your head all day every day S-I-N-Y 1-0-3-0-4 Wu-Tang, Killa Bees, and the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T Gotta know the time Gotta know to rhyme It ain't easy bein greezy In a world of cleanliness and you know all that other madness We gone Peace Limp Bizkit, Method Man, rock the house y'all, bring it on Hey wait up, where you guys going? You're not recording are you? I'm all alone I can't do this Feel it You guys feel it out there? Check your head if you feel it Hey, hey, hey Every day is brigther than the next day, at least that's what you think
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 01, '15 23:48 | |
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"Bombtrack" Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh! Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah! It goes a-1, 2, 3... Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk ho's that Think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag As I recall our downfall And the business that burned us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough I call the bluff Fuck Manifest destiny Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a-1, 2, 3 Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn! |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 02, '15 01:31 | |
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"I Like Dem Girlz" [Repeat 2x's]
It's some hoes in this house It's some hoes in this house If you see them point them out If you see them point them out [Verse 1:] I like them hoes with them golds in they mouth That be them hoes from the motherfuckin' south I like them hoes with them big ass butts That be them hoes that'll let a nigga cut I like them hoes with them tats on they thigh That be them hoes that love to get high I like them hoes with them piercings in they tongue That be them hoes that suck dick and swallow cum [Chorus: Repeat 8x's] I like them hoes [Hook:] Some call them hoochies Some call them breezays Some call them bitches But we call them hoes That's how it goes [Verse 2:] I like them hoes with them colored ass wigs That be them hoes with two or more kids I like them hoes that'll help a nigga fight That be them hoes that'll fuck with a dyke I like them hoes with they own damn car That be them hoes down for menage a trois I like them hoes with them six inch heels That be them hoes that'll let a nigga drill [Chorus: Repeat 8x's] [Verse 3:] I like them hoes with them diamonds in they nails That be them hoes that ain't scared to go to jail I like them hoes with that weave in the front That be them hoes that can roll a fat blunt I like them hoes with them tight capri pants That be them hoes that put you in a three point stance I like them hoes that be tooting that dust That be them hoes that don't really give a fuck [Chorus:] [Repeat until fade] |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 02, '15 04:54 | |
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Eminem "No Apologies" [Verse 1]
In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up Arsenic writer, author with arthritis Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed, Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics Who wait for me to slip with it so quick This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna explode any minute Some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit So stop dwelling and I am not failing You fuckers are not ready, 'cause I got jelly like (Beyonce's) pot belly This is Destiny, yes money I'm off running So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening [Chorus:] No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all 'til I get a call that god's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me, no apologies [Verse 2] My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow, I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand's on my head, touched knees to elbow I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next to the subs I choke mic's like asphyxiation when I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin' Fuck yeah I'm a basket case and I mastered this rap shit, 'til my ass gets wasted, 'til my assassination, 'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation 44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that's the case then... [Chorus] [Verse 3] This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC It's what it do just to see if he still has it And if his skills mastered, He's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me Then expect a longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning So I'm warning you, don't coax me It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid They don't know 'cause they don't see that I'm wounded All they did was ballooned it I'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin' And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', and you too, you can [Outro x2] Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC This is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it don't even beat So expect no apologies |
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| Reply by: Versace at Apr 03, '15 04:37 | |
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Violent J
I'ma Fuck You Up
Keep doing it... Keep on... Just keep fuckin doing it... Make me Knock your whole fucking head off.
Somebody's always starting shit that I'm a have to finish. In my life I'm like a land mine and you are dancing in it. Always stepping up all over me. Pushing all my buttons. Talk a million words up in my ear and never saying nothing. Always wanting something out of me and never giving back. Never caring that you bother me you oughta get a slap. My blood pressure's high enough to kill me as it is. I'm running with the sure wicked hear you all up in my biz. Aggravation, agitation my levels rise. When I unload and finally explode don't act surprised. Like you never seen it coming all my warning whistles blowing. Anger growing no controlling when I'm steam rolling. [Chorus:] I get mad... (I'm a fuck you up)... It's me and you muthafucka... (I'm a fuck you up) You done fucked up now... (I'm a fuck you up)... And I'm a fuck you up... (I'm a fuck you up) I get mad... (I'm a fuck you up)... It's me and you muthafucka... (I'm a fuck you up) You done fucked up now... (I'm a fuck you up)... And I'm a fuck you up... (I'm a fuck you up) Smack your head against the wall hard a couple times. Pick you back up off the floor and throw you into the blinds. You fly right out thru the window but then I jump out behind you. Kick you in the fucking gut and face when I find you. There's commotion people gather watching you get hurt. Witnessing me stomp your whole head into the dirt. They tell me that's enough then step in. That's when I draw my weapon. Joe Bruce Lee with nunchucks like this is game of death. I'm splitting skulls so quick it's like they barely seen it happen. They grab their head with both hands trying to stop it from cracking. Cause when I lose my cool and blow my top that's all it takes. Me and you my foot in your neck until something breaks. [Chorus:] I get mad... (I'm a fuck you up)... It's me and you muthafucka... (I'm a fuck you up) You done fucked up now... (I'm a fuck you up)... And I'm a fuck you up... (I'm a fuck you up) I get mad... (I'm a fuck you up)... It's me and you muthafucka... (I'm a fuck you up) You done fucked up now... (I'm a fuck you up)... And I'm a fuck you up... (I'm a fuck you up) They hit me with a tranquilizer dart and shocking me with tasers. But still I'm throwing kicks and punches faster than lasers. Fifteen coppers on me like a mini fucking army. They can't harm me cause I'm madder than a mutant zombie. One by one I throw them off me like a raging gorilla. Pissed off like a rattlesnake bore it like godzilla. I flipped their cars over somehow and got away clean. I didn't show my painted face again until THE GATHERING. [Chorus:] I get mad... (I'm a fuck you up)... It's me and you muthafucka... (I'm a fuck you up) You done fucked up now... (I'm a fuck you up)... And I'm a fuck you up... (I'm a fuck you up) I get mad... (I'm a fuck you up)... It's me and you muthafucka... (I'm a fuck you up) You done fucked up now... (I'm a fuck you up)... And I'm a fuck you up... (I'm a fuck you up) |
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| Reply by: Whorable at Apr 10, '15 01:14 | |
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"Wild Boy" Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O,
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, I'm a wild boy, I'm a I'm a wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, I'm a wild boy, I'm a I'm a wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's Kells I'm an East side Cleveland wild boy (East side Cleveland wild boy) We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like cowboys. You're a white flag, throw that towel boy I'm a jump right in that crowd boy I don't give a Shhh! keep it down boy And I'm a fuck you blow that loud boy All I know is how to kill everyone and my cells All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail But I'm in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel. Bring it back into the states, put in on the scale, Measure out half an 8th put it in a shell. Split it then I roll it then light it up like it's Independence Day. I got a bottle rocket put it in the air Snapback with my city on it, text back with your titties on it. Levi's put your kitty on it, start Grindin' like the Clipse is on it. Drank until I get pissy bitch, smoke until I get dizzy bitch Lose control like Missy, but I'm a bad boy cause I'm with Diddy biiiiiitch There he go that's john doe [x3] Never mind that's just Kells with that heat, no LeBron tho Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, I'ma wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, Fuck an eighth I need o's Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, I'ma wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, Fuck an eighth I need o's [Flocka] (Bricksquad!) Uh-Oh! here come that bullshit, beat a nigga ass til the DJ stop the music They say they want that wild shit, mosh pit, jump up in the crowd bitch, I'm so mother fuckin violent. (Yeah Bitch) Yeah Bitch I'm with Steve-O, we busting bottles with bad bitches blowin' weed smoke. Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch I'm with Steve-O, royal rumble in the club John Cen-o I'm screaming Riverdale everywhere I go. I throw them bands hoe, drop it low Fuck 5-0 I make my own rules, Suck my dragon balls bitch, call me Goku (Yeah!) This liquor got the best of me, (Yeah!) This liquor got the best of me. Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka that's the recipe. You gon' need King Kong if you step to me (Yeah) Cobain's back, (Yeah) Cobain's back, got these crazy white boys yellin' Cobain's back. I call my weed Nirvana, smells like teen spirit And my packs so fucking loud you can't hear it. Ahhhh Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, I'ma wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, Fuck an eighth I need o's Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, Yeah Bitch, Yeah Bitch, call me Steve-O, I'ma wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, Fuck an eighth I need o's I'ma wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy, I'ma wild boy! |
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| Reply by: Toretto at Apr 10, '15 15:36 | |
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"Sorry For Party Rocking" Yo, I be up in party looking for a hottie to bone
I got a drink in my hand and they just called buffalo Poppin' bottles in the house with models in the V.I.P. All the girls make out for the whole damn club to see Let's go People always say that my music's loud Sorry for party rocking Neighbors complain saying turn it down! Sorry for party rocking Haters don't like we got the spotlight Sorry for party rocking When they talk shit, we just be like Sorry for party rocking Baby, baby, baby, I'm awfully crazy Off ciroc, off patron, shit whatever's tasty! We don't got no manners hanging off the rafters Let's go drink for drink a hundred bucks she won't out last us. Check my style take a good look I'm fresh bitch In my whip with music so loud I'm deaf bitch Getting brain at a red light with people watching Sorry for party rocking If you show up already tore up this is what you say Sorry for party rocking And if you blacked out with your sack out this is what you say Sorry for party rocking And if you throw up in ya hoes cup this is what you say Sorry for party rocking And if she has a hissy fit cause your whiskey dick this is what you say Sorry for party rocking Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I don't give a fuck when I'm in the club, sippin bub, really drunk, and I see a fat booty Gotta have it I'ma grab it, it's a habit automatic like uzi, who's he with the sick flow Make a chick go crazy and flash them ta-ta's it's redfoo the dude a true party rockaaaah I'm true to the game too, it's called beer pong and I can't lose I got a bunch of bad bitches in the back With ciroc on tap and a little bit of grey goose oooo, Oh yeah we killin shit with our money We diligent so here's a sorry in advance, no hard feelings bitch Sorry for party rocking People always say that my music's loud Sorry for party rocking Neighbors complain saying turn it down! Sorry for party rocking Haters don't like we got the spotlight Sorry for party rocking When they talk shit, we just be like Sorry for party rocking |
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| Reply by: Toretto at Apr 10, '15 15:46 | |
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Finger Eleven "Paralyzer" I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink I wish it was cooling me But so far, has not been good It’s been shitty And I feel awkward, as I should This club has got to be The most pretentious thing Since I thought you and me Well I am imagining A dark lit place Or your place or my place Well I’m not paralyzed But, I seem to be struck by you I want to make you move Because you’re standing still If your body matches What your eyes can do You’ll probably move right through Me on my way to you I hold out for one more drink Before I think I’m looking too desperately But so far has not been fun I should just stay home If one thing really means one This club will hopefully Be closed in three weeks That would be cool with me Well I’m still imagining A dark lit place Or your place or my place Well, I’m not paralyzed But, I seem to be struck by you I want to make you move Because you’re standing still If your body matches What your eyes can do You’ll probably move right through Me on my way to you Well, I’m not paralyzed But, I seem to be struck by you I want to make you move Because you’re standing still If your body matches What your eyes can do You’ll probably move right through Me on my way to you I’m not paralyzed But, I seem to be struck by you I want to make you move Because you’re standing still If your body matches What your eyes can do You’ll probably move right through Me on my way to you You’ll probably move right through Me on my way to you You’ll probably move right through Me on my way to you |
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| Reply by: Whorable at Apr 10, '15 17:55 | |
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Fortunes Of War lyrics |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 12, '15 02:03 | |
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Neon Hitch Fuck U Betta I-I feel like I'm losing my mind- mind
(Chorus)
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She can f**k you good
But I can f**k you better
(I can f**k you better baby)
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| Reply by: Whorable at Apr 12, '15 02:07 | |
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"Living In Pain" |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 12, '15 03:37 | |
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Rammstein - Rosenrot - 04 - Spring (translation)
On a bridge, quite high The man wants to climb from the bridge Jump Now the man begins to cry Jump They scream A cloud moves in secret Jump Jump |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 18, '15 01:31 | |
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the real mckenzies- chipChip worked as a boatwright The Devil said unto Chip Chip went straight to work It seemed as if the river rats A lemon grows a pip The rats chased Chip Now the devil rat had his man A lemon grows a pip A lemon grows a pip |
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| Reply by: Socrates at Apr 18, '15 06:38 | |
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"(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 20, '15 04:52 | |
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The Ones Who Help to Set The Sun Lyrics"The Ones Who Help to Set The Sun" is track #6 on the album When Dream And Day Unite. It was written by Dominici, Charlie / Myung, John / Petrucci, John P. / Moore, Kevin F. / Portnoy, Michael S..
Watching my window, I was led like a child
There must have been a time when I thought that you were watching
Every reason I risk my life to come back to you
As I walked away, I wondered what had really happened
In higher lives we seem to be always a moment too late
This time for real, I locked the door behind me
In higher lives we seem to be always a moment too late
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 20, '15 05:22 | |
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FREESTYLERS CHORUS This is a warning fi who the cap fit CHORUS This is a warning a total mentality check CHORUS Political get hostile, wickeder man get savage CHORUS |
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| Reply by: freeatlast at Apr 22, '15 23:46 | |
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Young - Hollywood Undead We are young I see the children in the rain like the parade before the pain So we We are young As we walk among these shadows, in these streets, this field of battle So we We are young We will fight or we will fall We will fight or we will fall We will fight or we will fall We will fight or we will fall We are young We are young |
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| Reply by: JackOfAllTrades at Apr 23, '15 02:15 | |
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