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Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

I don't want to draw attention away from the wonderful thread we have for videos of music we are listening to - BUT - sometimes I like a song for its lyrical content...and I like to share that. I'm all for listening to songs that are catchy and have a good beat...believe me...love the beat. But sometimes you need to focus on the words.

SO POST THE VIDEO OF THE SONG YOU'RE LISTENING TO WITH LYRICS. OR JUST THE LYRICS. OR PICTURES OF HOT WOMEN. LOVE THE NAKED WOMEN.

I'll start....

Quote:

Do you remember
We called you puppy?
Now you're one of us
We call you family

Family, family, family, family, family, family...

Treading underfoot and stinking ass
Hold the door aside and let her pass

Glaucoma

Reflections of a bloated lie
A life stored in your cloudy eye
Now it's time to say goodbye
Stubb a Dub will never die

Chase a tail that isn't there
It's time to wipe your butt
Sliding down butt hill

Dahg Rustafabri - do you know
That you're a fucking dog?
If you can hear me, then throw up
Give me a sign
And I'll throw a stick, bring it back
Roll over and die
You taught me a lesson - thanks mom!

Do you understand me
Do you think about me when you're peeing?
Do you really think you're gonna grow
Into a human being?

This dog has seen better days

You're gonna die
How does it feel, Stubb ubb bub bub?

Eat & sleep
Fulfill your only roll
Let your problems seep
Out of your hole

Cataract

Do you remember
We called you family?
Now you're underground
We call you memory

Memory, memory, memory, memory, memory, memory...

Gone.

Fuck. As a dog owner who has seen two dogs pass, this hits so close to home.

Re: Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

I think someone here (Prof?) said they liked Big Wreck. Well they are back and have a new album. Good Rock n Roll.

Quote:

One last cup of … before I wake and start my day
A past so filled with promise, before I lost, I lost my way
Well that’s ok, and I’m alright
I guess I’ll be lost again for one more night
Uh, and that’s alright, I’m ok
I will be albatross for one more day

There’s a rest recalls for romance
Before the bells and watch you make
The lost not found and between them
And I was more than I could take

Well that’s ok, and I’m alright
I guess I’ll be lost again for one more night
Uh, well that’s alright, I’m ok
I will be albatross for one more day

Well that’s ok, and I’m alright
I guess I’ll be lost again for one more night
Uh, well that’s alright, I’m ok
I will be albatross for one more day
Hey, I will be albatross for one more day
Hey, I will be albatross for one more day

Re: Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em

Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em

All these bitches is my sons
And I'm a go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator
Just let those bums blow steam, radiator

That was an earthquake bitch
Shitted on 'em
You got the ground shaking
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You bitches ain't fucking with her
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em

You must have lost your fucking mind
Shitted on 'em
You must have bumped your fucking head
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em

This stone is flawless, F 1
I keep shooters up top in the F 1
A lot of bad bitches begging me to F 1
But I'm a eat them rap bitches when the chef come
Those were fresh ones
More talent in my mother fucking left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the bitch def dumb
You ain't my son, you my motherfucking step son

I don't know what layaway look like
Shitted on 'em
Bitch, I can't even spell welfare
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You got me mistaken with your mother, hoe
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em

We at the top bitch
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em

All these bitches is my sons
And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix
Bitch I get money so I does what I pleases
I live where the motherfucking pools and the trees is
Broke bitches so crusty, disgust me
Gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the Duff-b
Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me (ew)
I'm the terminator
Bitch talk slick, I'm a have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed, I spray you with a germinator
Move back bugs, matter fact
You know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you're gone Nair

Re: Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

I like your game, Bond.

Quote:

[Verse One] [Celph Titled]
Yo, I got you askin' who the fuck would want beef with a strong fleet?
Hungry to palm heat? Cause this year we gon' eat
And ain't no motherfucker stoppin' the kingdom
Shut the church down
Every bell broke cause we ringed 'em
Singin' hymns in hell, at the top of my lungs
Fuck a Rock Band, I can play the drums with my guns
Ain't it
A bitch when the streets is the wildest sport
Sell crack and come up short on child support
Take heed, lay low and strap on a vest
Run a credit check, I could kill a rapper for less
And you saw my rap quote that the Source won't
It's so ill that a whore's throat spittin' shit in Morse Code
Your label got doe? You can get a song from me
Fill up the limo with cash, I'm talkin' long money
After I spit, the mic get's replaced
They don't know whether to call it a sound booth or a fire place
And I'm a funny fuck that'll put twenty slugs
Up inside your honey love so she can get her tummy tucked
Celph Titled
The villain of rap
We use a twelve gauge they can't trace a shotgun blast

[Chorus] [Celph Titled]
Niggas is illin'
We the real villains
What more can you say, we're shots peelin'
That's what you get (BOOM)
You got it? Good
And I hope you understood

[Verse Two] [Guttamouf]
What the fuck?
You thought I wasn't raw?
When Gutta talk, vibrations crack the asphalt
Pull out the gat and watch the crowd disperse
The worst
I'm plantin' C-4 on your hearse
Comin' suicide and kill you again in Hades
Make a backwards save, come back and kill ALL your babies
You really wanna fuck with that?
Put this chainsaw on you
Finish splittin' that ass crack
Nigga
I think you better leave it alone
You better listen to Jahiem in case you don't make it home
(Motherfucker)
I hope you made love to your wife
I'll get shit on my dick, then blood on my knife
Escape conviction, fuck goin' to prison
Break in your house and fill your wife's mouth with jizzm
I had an unholy baptism
Now I need a young and an old priest to perform the Exorcism
I feed off these negative things
I take fake thug MCs and make them niggas sing
So I'll play Nas and you play Hova
I hope you +Got Yourself A Gun+ before you try to +Takeover+

[Chorus] [Celph Titled]
Niggas is illin'
We the real villains
What more can you say, we're shots peelin'
That's what you get (BOOM)
You got it? Good
And I hope you understood

[Verse Three] [Lord Digga]
This ain't my universe, see I ain't from here
I'm just makin' a space for all my apes to come here
We're the most feared, that sample that can't get cleared
Stay droppin' science, yours is weird
Seize your vessel like Blackbird
I'm takin' your ship
I'm the coast God
I spotted you from the coast guard
The ghetto Picard
Not playin' with a full deck of cards
Your freestyle don't work, you're scared
We inhibit you dicks, from actin' hard
Never flame bets on the odds
Butternuts and wads
The Intrepid, niggas can't Dodge
The lyrical pig, I spit lard
I'm like a Blood and a Crip
Impossible to fuck with
Stick you for your budget
Men-aged with your mom and chick, they loved it
They told me my Bone was Thuggish
If you ain't garbage you rubbish
I hit the road with heat, stash the luggage
Your bullshit lyrics, I ain't tryin' to love it
You're on some fake thug shit, y'all ain't rugged
I'm
Killin' your style, no remains recovered

[Chorus] [Celph Titled]
Niggas is illin'
We the real villains
What more can you say, we're shots peelin'
That's what you get (BOOM)
You got it? Good
And I hope you understood

[Verse Four] [Majik Most]
You wanna Get Large? Get charred with your face scared
Lookin' like a cartoon can of discharge
You'll be bon voyage, better pray to your god
When I travel over your body in a Pope Mobile
Majik makes you wanna tote that steel
You're so fuckin' scared I'm like, "What's the deal?!"
I'll shoot your hat off, like saloons in the west
Bitch, I'm the captain, harpoon in your chest
You fishin' for beef?
Get your tackle box
Sell more records in Europe, than David Hasselhoff
Roastin' your Britney Spears tassels off
I'll knock a Jewish man's noggin' off and yell "Mazel Tov!"
Your skin will peel off while I'm eatin' rice pilaf
Pissin' me off? Oh my God you're soft!
And I'm flippin' more than Tipper Gore when I'm gettin' raw
Rip my shirt off, Skeletor swellin' your whore

[Chorus] [Celph Titled]
Niggas is illin'
We the real villains
What more can you say, we're shots peelin'
That's what you get (BOOM)
You got it? Good
And I hope you understood

Quote:

I can make you famous [x5]
He can buy you bottles, but I can buy you beer and booze.

I can make you famous, what them other ladies kill for.
Get you out the hood, raise your babies in the hills or shore.
Purp, bitch, break dollas, pop bottles, steal port.
Take you out the door and take you on a world tour.

They hate us 'cause they ain't us and they ain't us 'cause they ain't shit.
Shorty's a grenade and her man ain't patient.
Everybody's flashin' new profile pics.
I can get you paparazzi put you in the page 6 bitch.

[Chorus]
Have you ever seen your name, in lights?
Maybe that could change, tonight.
Have you ever seen a star, so bright?
Baby let me change, your life.

I can make you famous [x5]
He can buy you bottles, but I can buy you beer and booze.

The movies, TV, TMZ, basics.
Face down, shake them hips, when the bass hits.
Salt, lime, rocks make the shots feel painless.
The man can make you sick, but I can make you famous.

[Chorus]

[Turn that bass shit off x3] +
Live for somethin', move for somethin', run for somethin', push for somethin',
Fight for somethin', stand for somethin'. [x2]

Re: Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

Alright, I'll play along

Telephone Call: Aviance]
Nigga this is the 15th muthafuckin time
That I called and left yo ass messages
I done text yo bitch ass,
And u ain't respondin to nothin
What the fuck is you doing
Who the fuck is you out there with
You think I'm stupid,
My gurlz already done put me up on your ass tonight
When u get home I got some news for yo bitch ass

[Chorus: Riskay]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

[Verse 1: Riskay]
It's 4 oclock and I'm sleepin
It's late night and u creepin
You coulda told me, "I'm leaving"
Now I know your out there cheatin

Why you gotta do me like that
When I call u don't call me back
I'm texting u, like nigga where u at
That's fucked up, why u do me like that

[Verse 2: Aviance]
I'm dead sleepin, u trickin
In the club with dirty foot bitches
My girl was there n she witness
She had a camera phone she took pictures

You was on the dance floor grindin
With a striper Ho named Diamond
You was flossin hard, u was shinnin
Everything she drank, u buying
Fuck nigga u need to stop lying

Before I get mad and pull out my Nine
U want a new bitch to fuck, then that's fine
But don't fuck hers, then try to fuck mine

U keep tellin me "u ain't touch her"
But some keep tellin me u done fucked'er
And I ain't that bitch, u want to play with
Nigga drop them boxers, lemme smell yo dick

[Chorus: Riskay]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

[Verse 3: Real]
Hey, hey
Smell my dick? Wait a minute hold up
See that's how a bitch get'er eye swole'up
And I don't give a damn wat your homegirl seen
When I was in the club, what the fuck u mean

They ain't got no bisnuz, eyein' me like dat
You ain't got no bisnuz, tryin me like dat
I wan't even feelin Diamond like dat
I was wildin', but I wunt clownin like dat

That's allright, that's okay
Gon head believe wat your homegirl say
A nigga like me, drink alot of liquor
Meet alot bitches, take a lot of pictures

I might break bread, with one or two strippaz
But that don't mean u gotta pull ma zippa
Thinking I dick down the whole town
Even though I got dick to go around (round... round)

[Chorus: Riskay]
Why you comin home 5 in the mornnn
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

Why u comin home 5 in the mornin
Somethins goin on, can I smell yo dick
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick

[Music fade]

Re: Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

Quote:

This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long

Couldn't think of any lyrics
No I never wrote the lyrics
So I'll just sing any old lyrics
That come to mind, child

You really need words
Whole lotta rhyming words
You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it, to do it right, child

This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long

I know that you're probably sore
'Cause I didn't write any more
I just didn't get to complete it
So that's why I gotta repeat it

This song is just six words long (six words long)
This song is just six words long (six words long)

Oh I make a lotta money
They pay me a ton of money
They're payin' me plenty of money
To sing this song, child

I gotta fill time
Three minutes worth of time
Oh, how will I fill so much time, mm-mm
I'll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo
A solo, a solo here

This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long
This song is just six words long

This song's got nothin' to say
But I'm recording it anyway
I know if I put my mind to it
I know I could find a good rhyme here

Oh, you gotta have-a music
You need really catchy music
This song has got plenty of music
But just six words, child

And so I'll sing' em over
And over and over and over
And over and over and over, mm-mm
And over and over and over
And over and over and over again

Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long
Six words long, six words long

This song is just six words long
It's just six words long

Re: Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

This song is pretty gimmicky. It' Everclear.
Yeah, Everclear.
It's not along the same lines as the other songs, but it's still pretty dumb, just with less-dumb guitar.

Anyways, I dig a few lyrical parts of this song, and it just gets stuck in my head.
I actually really like the guitar. Which is sad, because this isn't really a song you want to rock out to all the time.

Quote:

Jesus Christ didn't have blue eyes or blond hair
He looked just like all those people that you want to kill
Spin your hell into a heaven you can sell
Make it look like California with a bible belt
Jesus didn't look like the boy next door
Unless you live in Palestine
I wonder what you mean by the golden rule
I think it is a scary play on words
I wonder what they taught you back in Sunday school

I bet you think of him as a nice clean long haired Republican
Nah, He would be all locked up in Guantanamo Bay
If he were alive today
He would have been a revolutionary wanted by the CIA

I picture him in all the wrong places
Finding diamonds in the dirt
A star of David tattoo
And a Che t-shirt
Jesus was a left wing radical Jew murdered by people like you

If Jesus was a Democrat like the bible says he was
I don't think he'd take the blame
For all the awful things you people do and say in his name

If Jesus was alive he would be sad to see
That it is no different than it used to be
Someday he's going to call you out
I am pretty god damned sure ......
He is going to be angry
He is going to be angry

I think Jesus would have been a card carrying liberal
If he was a young man born in the USA

He wouldn't be "fiscally conservative"
And he wouldn't vote for John McCain
All those so called Christians that you see on TV
Maybe they scare Jesus like they scare me
Kick you the hell out of my temple too
Too many elephants in the room

If Jesus was a Democrat like the bible says he was
I don't think he's going to want to take the blame
For all the awful things you people do and say in his name

If Jesus was alive today he would be sad to see
That it is no different than it used to be
Someday he's going to call you out
I am pretty god damned sure that he's gonna be mad
I think he's gonna be angry
I tghink he's gonna be mad
I think he's gonna be mad

You say Jesus loves the little children
And I say I know that's true
I say he loves all the Muslims and the Jews
All the addicts and the porn stars, too
You say Jesus died to save us all from a fiery hell
I say Jesus died to save us
Save us from ourselves
Will you save me from myself?

If Jesus was a liberal like the red letters say he was
I know he would have big love for all the killers and the racists
And the bullies in this world

If Jesus was alive today
And you had a chance to meet him face to face
I'm pretty God-damned sure that you and your friends
Would find some way to kill him all over again
You would kill him all over again
Again and again and again
Just like you always do
You do just what you always do

Re: Post Shit You're Listening To: With LYRICS

I wish I could rap like this, I mean this is just sick:

Quote:

Here is my cridentials
It's sumthin so essential
Get the pad, i'll get the pencil
Doin' doughnuts like it's ???
Imma kamikaze thinker, imma threat
I roll around the block, and hit up homiez from the set
Cuttin ice like it's ??????
The box aboard this dance, Make the adidas with the three corner socks
Tiger rocks, non stop
In the car with the faster flow
Tell these freaks that i'm crackin' like pastachio's
Yo', This situations chemistry is hittin like the hennessey,
Rippin through the soul of the gardens penitentiary,
Roll the dice, get the craps
Homie where your mind at,
Gotta make the money so the law never find that

I'm gonna make the money off tha flo'
I'm crackin' like pastachio's
Yo' man you didn't know
I'm switchen four lanes, Yo' man it ain't a thang,
Man holla atcha' boy if ya see me in tha game
It's strange.

Throwin' like im gannin, with a cannon for an arm
And Yo' im turnin up the charm, when i see her at the bar
Im like a cotton candy devil, yo meanin that im trouble
Im lookin over the office, tryin to make the players fumble
Man im on my way to helllll in a lincoln continental,
And even though its mine, gawd i treat it like a rental,
In this simple, yo its rearanged, actin like im proper lane,
fool i think your hidin things, gold chains, and diamond rings

Cut the pie, did divise
Smokin weed its superfly,
do or die, true or lie,
Dirrty money multiply,
Look at me look at me, green eyed and greedy,
Tellin all my homiez, yo' gawd you don't wanna be me,
what chu saw, look i broke the law,
Blazzin in the new car,
Jazzy as i wanna be, like im up in utah,
twinkle twinkle little star,
money in the cookie jar, rookies on the rookie car,
bettin money with the bookie hard

I also wish I knew wtf he is saying in the "?????" parts.