lyrics to the most fucked up song you know

[captain anarchy]

slipknot song iowa


relax..... its over, you belong to me, i fill your mouth with dirt.
relax.... its over, you can never leave i take your second digit with me.... love...
you are... my first, i can barely breathe i find you facinating
you are.... my favorite, lay you down to sleep its all that i can do to stop... loving..... so blue.... so broken, paper doll decays i haven't left you yet
so cold.... subversive, your eyes are full of bleach
tommarow, i will go away again..... love....
YOU ARE MINE, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE, I CAN TEAR YOU APART I CAN RECOMBINE YOU ALL I WANT IS TO COVENT YOU ALL YOU BELONG TO ME I WILL KILL YOU TO LOVE YOU. ( LOVE )

[Misodoctakleidist]

He's the greatest
He's fantastic
Where ever there is danger he'll be there
He's the ace
He's amazing
He's the stongest
He's the quickest
He's the best
DANGERMOUSE
DANGERMOUSE
DANGERMOUSE

[The Feral Underclass]

I'm a little teapot
Short and stowt
Here's my handle
Here's my spowet
When ya here whistle
meh meh meh
PICK ME UP AND POOR ME OUT!

[truthaddict11]

Rock and Roll McDonalds by Wesley Willis.

McDonalds is the place to rock
It is a restaurant where they buy food to eat
It is a good place to listen to the music
People flock here to get down to the rock music

Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds

McDonalds will make you fat
They serve Big Macs
They serve Quarter-Pounders
They will put pounds on you

Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds

McDonalds hamburgers are the worst
They are worse than Burger King
A Big Mac has 26 grams of fat
A Quarter-Pounder has 28 grams of fat

Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds
Rock and Roll McDonalds

[Lardlad95]

Jesus loves me this i know/
for the bible tells me so/
little ones to him belong/
they are weak/
but he is strong/

...I apologize to all my christian friends, that was wrong of me

Either that or the itsy bitsy spider

the itsy bitsy spider/
walked up the water spout/
down came the rain and washed the spider out/
out came the sun and dried up all the rain/
and the itsy bitsy spider/
walked up the up the spout again/

That lil' spider just kept on tryin....

[1949]

Public Enemy - Cold Lampin' With Flavor - a.k.a Flavor Flav Cold Lampin'

Um lampin, um lampin, um cole cole lampin
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from Da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da flyest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my Flav-mobile cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of frito lays

Flavor-Flav on a hype tip
Um ya hype drink, come take a big sip
Um in position, you can't play me out da pocket
I'll take da dopest beat yougot and I'll rock-it
Like chocolate, even vanilla - chocolate, strawberry, saperella
Flavors are electric - try me - get a shock-a
Didn't I tell you to leave Flavor Flav alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by Chuck-D's side
Chuck got da Flavor-Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, Crazy P.E. - makin' crazy loowies for the shoppin spree
Ya eatin dirt cause ya like gittin dirt from da graveyard - ya put gravy on it
Den ya pick ya teeth with tomb stone chips
And casket cover clips - dead women hips ya do da bump with - bones
Nutin but love bones
Lifestyles of the Live-en-dead
First ya live den ya dead - died trying ta clock what I said
Now I got a murder rap cause I bust ya cap with Flavor - pure Flavor

We got Magnum Brown, Shoothki - Valoothki
Super-calafraga-hestik-alagoothki
You could put dat in ya don't know what I said book
Took-look-yuk-duk-wuk
Shinavative ill factors by da Flavor Flav
Come an ride da Flavor wave
In any year on any givin day
What a brova know - what do Flavor say
Why do da record play dat way
Prime time merrily in da day
Right now dis radio station is busy - brainknowledgeably wizzy
Honey drippers, you say you got it
You ain't got no flavor and I can prove it
Flavor Flav the flav all of flavors
Onion an garlic french fried potatas
Make ya breath stink, breath fire
Makes any onion da best crier
I know it sounds crazy but it fits perfect
Peter perfect pimped a perfect Peter
Honey dripper - sucker sipper - big dipper - sucker dipper
Drippin suckers till its goin out-a-style
Creatin something for da Flavor Flav pile
Flavor Flav the Flavor of the pile
Lampin booyee madina style
Kickin da flavor gittin busy
Ya goin ouut, I think ya dizzy
I think ya hungry, cause ya starvin fa Flavor
Flavor most, put it on toast
Eat it-en taste it en swallow it down
Imperial Flavor gives you da crown
Of the king called Flavor, da king of all flavors
Rolls an rolls an rolls life savers
Flavor Flav is in everything ya eat cause everything ya eat got flavor
Flavor Flav is da first taste ya git in da mornin - ya breakfast is da flavor
In between dat ta lunch - in between dat dinner - in between dat ta midnight flavor
That's right booyee

:ph34r: http://www.ernesto-guevara.com/forums/html/emoticons/terro.png

[Invader Zim]

I was alone
I was all by myself
No was looking
I was thinking of you
Yeah, did I mention
I was all by myself
All by myself
All by myself
All by myself

I went to your house
But no one was there
I went to your room
I was all by myself

You and me had
Such wonderful time
I was all by myself
All by myself...

[EL OBiSPO]

Agoraphobic Nosebleed

Osaka Milk Bar

Japanese rabbi mixing
liquid LSD and baby formula
to pump into infants
like nipple-fed Pokemon.
Drunk with the power to summon money
from their captivated and confused prey.
Pocketing the middle class American monster.

[robob8706]

Although Rock n Roll Mcdonalds is a pretty good Wesly (May he rest in peace) song, i think "I Whupped Batman's Ass" definately definately triumphs in the vulgarity category.

[Lyrics]

"I WUPPED BATMAN'S ASS
Batman got on my nerves
He was running me amok
He ridiculed me calling me a bum
I wupped Batman's ass (repeat 6 times)

Batman thought he was bad
He was a fucking asshole in the first place
He got knocked to the floor

I wupped Batman's ass (repeat 5 times)

Batman beat the hell out of me and knocked me to the floor
I got back up and knocked him to the floor
He was being such a jackoff

I wupped Batman's ass (repeat 10 times)

Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Wheaties, breakfast of champions





Anyone who knows of Wesley Willis probably is aware that he is mentally ill and if any of you get a chance to watch his video biography i strongly encourage you to check it out. Even though it is extremely mean to laugh at someone who is mentally ill, i just plain can't help it. Although i feel the strongest sympathy for him i still love him because he brought purpose to his messed up life by making music that brought joy not only to himself, but to his fans. He died in 2002 i think. Rest in peace Wesley Willis.

[Ziggy]

::Michael by Franz Ferdinand::
This is where I'll be so heavenly,
so come and dance with me Michael
So sexy, I'm sexy,
so come and dance with me Michael
I'm all that you see, you wanna to see,
so come and dance with me Michael
So close now, so close now,
so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me, so come and dance
with me
Michael,
you're the boy with all the leather hips,
sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips
Michael,
you're the only one I'd ever want
only one I'd ever want
only one I'd ever want
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor
Michael,
you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael,
waiting on a silver platter now ... and nothing matters now
This is what I am, I am a man
so come and dance with me Michael
So strong now, its strong now
so come and dance with me Michael
I'm all that you see, you wanna see
so come and dance with me Michael
So close now, its close now,
so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me, so come and dance
with me
Michael,
you're the boy with all the leather hips,
sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips
Michael,
you're the only one I'd ever want
only one I'd ever want
only one I'd ever want
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor
Michael,
you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael,
waiting on a silver platter now ... and nothing matters now
Michael,
you're the only one I'd ever want
only one I'd ever want
only one I'd ever want
(twice)
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor
Michael,
you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael, waiting on a silver platter now, nothing matters now, nothing
Matters now

bananaphone (http://www.filmbuffs.net/bananana/)
::Bananaphone by Raffi::
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone
I've got this feeling, so appealing
For us to get together and sing, sing !
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding donanaphone
It grows in bunches
I've got my hunches
It's the best, beats the rest
Cellular, Modular, Interactive odular
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone
Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping pananaphone
It’s no baloney
It’s ain’t a phoney
My cellular, bananular phone
Don’t need quarters, don’t need dimes
To call a friend of mine
Don’t need computers or TV
To have a real good time
I call for pizza, I call my car rent
I call the White House, have a chunk
I place a call around the world
Operator get me Beijing jing jing jing
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone
Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying yananaphone
It’s a real live mama and papaphone
A brother and a sister and a dogophone
A grandpa phone and a grandma phone too, oh yeah
My cellular, bananular phone
Bananaphone, ring ring ring It’s a phone with a peal
Bananaphone, ring ring ring Now you can have your phone and eat it too
Bananaphone, ring ring ring this song drives me, bananas
Bananaphone, ring ring ring…..

anyone that didnt listen to raffi as a child is deprived, this guy kicked so much ass, it also drove my parents nuts that i'd listen to it over and over again full blast

[cubist]

i got a few

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30 second song

by WIZO

or you got

dickhead fuckface cocksucker mother fucker waste of seman i hope you die hey.
red i code blue i'm gonna strangle you
and watch you eyes bulge right out your skull
when you go down into the ground
i stand above you and piss on your grave
no one loves you and you know it don't pretend that enjoy it or you don't care
i hate you i hate you i hate youuuuu!!!

greenday

[Invader Zim]

"My Promiscuous Daughter"

I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother

A lame domestic fame
I call it graphic pain
Some say to innovate
I don't need that again

I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother

What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
I can't be down with my promiscuous daughter

Not just the family name
Unveiled but don't complain
Either one can feel ashamed...
I don't need that again

Some say to innovate
It rained on my parade
A resolution on New Year's Day
Clean up my train of thought
What can be done with my...

What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
I can't be done with my...

cKy

[Stapler]

Fuck yourself with a rubber hose
Stick it in your mouth and down your throat
Up your nose and in your heinie hole
I don't care where it goes
And it don't matter if you're straight or gay
You should fuck yourself anyway
Now, you don't have to listen to a word I say
But I know you, you'll be humpin' away
Fuck yourself with your neighbor's nose
If you can't use that, use a 10-foot pole
Stick it up your ass and go for a stroll
Everyone will know you've been to this show
If you can't take, eat my stool
Masturbate with some crazy glue
I don't care what you do
Fock yourself with a garden tool
Fuck yourself with politics
Ahh they're full of fuckin' fuckin' shit
I mean you know we've been lied to ever since we were born
It's amazing that we've been getting fucked that long
Fuck yourself with the world wide web
Man you could ride that sucker right from your bed
You may even meet a Tom, Dick, Jane or Billy
Then grab onto your modem and fuck yourself silly
Fuck yourself with your heart and soul
Give it everything you got, hey I'm talkin' to you
If you can't even fuck yourself,
How ya gonna fuck somebody else?
Fuck yourself with my microphone
I'll give it to you later when we're all alone
We can turn it up loud
And see if you come, but
Don't get your jizz on my microphone
Fuck yourself with organized religion
Now that is some seriously sinnin' business
If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes
He'll be fuckin' them 'til the end of time
And can someone explain to me this racist crap
I know it isn't white, but it isn't black
And to all you people who only see things your way
Well, you can suck my dick and take all day
Fuck your nose with a pound of blow
Watch your money get up and go
but when you burnt your brain and you say
I don't know!
I hate to tell you but I told you so
Fuck yourself with this grunge rock noise
I mean, stuff those albums in your groin
They come down on me because I know how to play -
Hey... fuck you!
Fuck yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone
Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes
Now those people think they're holier than Moses
But aren't they just a bunch of fuckin' posers
Fuck yourself with your mother's jewelry
I won't tell, I ain't a stooly
If you pounce hard enough you'll cough up a ruby
Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie
Fuck yourself with the latest fashion
With your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons
And if you happen to have some leather and lace
Fuck yourself 'til you're blue in the face
Fuck yourself with your income tax
They're fucking you and that's a fact
Before you know it your money's all spent
And you've just been fucked by the government
Fuck yourself with your lawyer friend
You're the only one that's getting fucked in the end
I have been so fucked by legal bills
that my asshole is the size of Beverly Hills
Fuck yourself with your full-length sweater
With your minks and your diamonds and your Irish Setter
With your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks
Just fuck yourself 'til you can't even think
Those of you who enjoy this song
thank you thank you, I love you
Let's get it on
But for those of you who are totally outraged
Fuck yourself with your face

Steve Vai and Frank Zappa.

[Pawn Power]

The Misfits- Last Caress

I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead

Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as she spread

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

Go

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

Well, I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death
One last caress

One last caress, sweet death
One last caress, sweet death

Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh

[Ziggy]

"Kielbasa"

[spoken]
[KG:] Dude, we gotta fuckin' write something new. C'mon.
[strums]
[JB:] I don't like that. So far ba--, off to a bad start.
[strums again]
[JB:] Better, closer, warmer.
[strums again]
[JB:] That's it. Okay.

[sung]
I love ya baby but all I can think about is
Kielbasa sausage, your butt cheeks is warm.
I check my dipstick, you need lubrication honey,
My kielbasa sausage has just got to perform.
Now get it on!

I see you walkin', but all I can think about is
Dianetics, your butt cheeks is warm.
I check my dipstick, you need lubrication honey,
My kielbasa sausage has just got to perform.
Now I've been set loose-ah,
I'm shooting my juice-ah,
Right in your caboose.
Now fuckin' get it on!
Now get it on.
Get it on!

Dianetics Jr. much better than Krishna,
Dianetics Jr. much better indeed,
And all you people here you're tremendous,
(Except the people in the middle),
And you're smokin' up a big-ass bowl of weed
With me, me and KG.
All right!
Oh yeah,
All right! Oh my God!
All the ladies in the house say yeah (yeah),
C'mon, you muthafucka say a prayer (prayer),
When ya fight, ya gotsta fight fair,
You muthafucka, ho, you muthafucka,
You know what time it is?
Tenacious D time, you muthafucka, go!
Fuck yeah!
Yeah, yeah!

[spoken]
Dude, that was TNT.

"Fuck Her Gently"

This is a song for the ladies
But fellas listen closely
You don't always have to fuck her hard
In fact sometimes that's not right to do
Sometimes you've got to make some love
And fuckin give her some smoochies too
Sometimes ya got to squeeze
Sometimes you've got to say please
Sometime you've got to say hey
I'm gonna Fuck you softly
I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly
I'm gonna ball you discreetly
And then you say hey I bought you flowers
And then you say wait a minute sally
I think I got somethin in my teeth
Could you get it out for me
That's fuckin teamwork
Whats your favorite posish?
That's cool with me
Its not my favorite
But I'll do it for you
Whats your favorite dish?
Im not gonna cook it
But ill order it from Zanzibar
And then I'm gonna love you completely
And then I'll fuckin fuck you discreetly
And then I'll fucking bone you completely
But then I'm gonna fuck you hard
Hard

i love these songs :D

[Louis Pio]

Ok you asked for fucked up lyrics so I will give you some. They are by one of my old fav bands - Carcass.

. Maggot Colony

Oozing chyme reeks as your duodenum is hacked
Secreting gastric juices, enzymes melt your faecal tract
Torn major arteries, your corpse with blood is drenched
Your mouth is ripped inside-out as your oesophagus is wrenched

Maggots and grubs bore into the mouldy remains
Masticating lymph, caked blood and cankered decay
Maturating brains play host to the grisly fete
Stuffed anal passage, served on a plate

Purulent torso is a perfect maggots meal
Spilt cerebrospinal fluid is sucked up with zeal
Botulism vitiates the emulsifying bile
Liquidized gall bladder, viscid pus smells vile




Vomited Anal Tract

Oral eruption
Rectal extroversion...

Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes
Savaging your body in terminal retch
Violent spasms and decaying enzymes
Engulf your throat as you belch

Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out
Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth
Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus
Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush

Rectal vomit in your thorax
Retch your anal tract

Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion
As you pathetically gasp for breath
The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose
As you violently vomit to death

Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat
Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose
Your colon digested into acidic slush
Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus

[Solo: Grotesque Anal Disgorgement]




Exhume To Consume

Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...

I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...

Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...

Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...

Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw

Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...




Was that fucked up enough for ya? :D

[pandora]

HOrrible song here ruined me for life :P

Fierce as lightening
Fast as thunder
UNDERDOG
AHHHHH
UNDERDOG


SOme hardcore band did it in the 80's anyone know. My life's work in a song

[1949]

All from Tool:

06+
The Gaping Lotus Experience
(the hidden track on the Opiate EP)

I had a friend once he took some acid
Now he thinks he's a fire engine
It's okay until he pisses on your lighter
Kinda smells kinda cool kinda funny anyway

satan, satan, satan...

I had a friend once he took some ecstasy
Tried to marry me and every one in the room
He was sort of loving kinda caring,
kinda tried to fuck my lazy boy
It got a bit messy all over the curtains,
arm chair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting

satan, satan, satan...

I'm getting bored again...

:ph34r:

From the Aenima album:

06
Message to Harry Manbeck

[words in brackets unclear]

Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1)

Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people [out of] your house

I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those.

I [don't have the] courage
to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that,
I could, you know.

You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.

And if I ever see your fucking face around,
In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee.
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.

[Bang bang / Deep pain]

No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? Fuck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.

Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2)
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.

Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3)


(1) Son of a *****, do you know you are a piece of shit?
(2) Piece of shit, son of a *****.
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!

:ph34r:

10
Die Eier Von Satan

GERMAN

Die Eier von Satan

Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier

In eine Schüssel geben
Butter einrühren
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten

Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim

Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
KEINE EIER

Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Keine Eier ..

ENGLISH

The Eggs/Balls of Satan

Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs

Place in a bowl
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough

Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"

Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...AND NO EGGS

Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...and no eggs.

:ph34r:

[Jesus Christ]

Unearth - Endless

Shadows of doubt consume you.
The light you barely see.
Growing wings of sorrow,
Have brought you to the winds of plague.
Increscent boundaries fade the way.
A barren future all to real.
And still I try to seek up and find the flame.
And still I try...inside.
It's endless.
A barren future all to real.
And still I try.
Endless fight.
Endless tragedy.
Endless lunacy.
Chalk up the past as a memory.
This battering sickness has surely won.
All I have I have wasted.
Will this erase me.
Time to clean my wounds.
Can I win this battle inside and out.
Can I win this battle inside-outside.
Endless fight.
Endless tragedy.
Endless lunacy.

[Kurai Tsuki]

"While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. "

God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home.

[Kurai Tsuki]

Jesus Walks
Kanye West

Yo, We at war
We at war with terrorism, racism but most of all we at war with ourselves
(Jesus Walks)
God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down
(Jesus Walks with me) with me with me with me [fades]

You know what the Midwest is?
Young & Restless
Where restless Niggaz might snatch your necklace
And next these Niggaz might jack your Lexus
Somebody tell these Niggaz who Kanye West is
I walk through the valley of Chi where death is
Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless Uhhhh!
Try to catch it Uhhhh! It's kinda hard hard
Getting choked by the detectives yeah yeah now check the method
They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us
Saying "we eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast"
Huh? Yall eat pieces of shit? What's the basis?
We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases
A trunk full of coke rental car from Avis
My momma used to say only Jesus can save us
Well momma I know I act a fool
But I'll be gone til November I got packs to move I Hope

[HOOK x2]
(Jesus Walks)
God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down
(Jesus Walks with me)
The only thing that I pray is that me feet don't fail me now
(Jesus Walks)
And I don't think there is nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
(Jesus Walks with me)
I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long

To the hustlas, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the strippers
To the victims of Welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah
Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearly
I know he hear me when my feet get weary
Cuz we're the almost nearly extinct
We rappers are role models we rap we don't think
I ain't here to argue about his facial features
Or here to convert atheists into believers
I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers
The way Kathie Lee needed Regis that's the way yall need Jesus
So here go my single dog radio needs this
They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes
But if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?
Well let this take away from my spins
Which will probably take away from my ends
Then I hope this take away from my sins
And bring the day that I'm dreaming about
Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out

(Jesus Walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
(Jesus Walks)
The only thing that I pray is that me feet don't fail me now

[1949]

Thanks to my comrades at Ernesto-Guevara ;) for these fucked up songs.

Old Macdonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O
With a "moo-moo" here and a "moo-moo" there
Here a "moo" there a "moo"
Everywhere a "moo-moo"
Old Macdonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

Old Macdonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a pig, E-I-E-I-O
With a (snort) here and a (snort) there
Here a (snort) there a (snort)
Everywhere a (snort-snort)
With a "moo-moo" here and a "moo-moo" there
Here a "moo" there a "moo"
Everywhere a "moo-moo"
Old Macdonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

Old Macdonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a horse, E-I-E-I-O
With a "neigh, neigh" here and a "neigh, neigh" there
Here a "neigh" there a "neigh"
Everywhere a "neigh-neigh"
With a (snort) here and a (snort) there
Here a (snort) there a (snort)
Everywhere a (snort-snort)
With a "moo-moo" here and a "moo-moo" there
Here a "moo" there a "moo"
Everywhere a "moo-moo"
Old Macdonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

:ph34r:

Ding-a-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling!

Boo-ba-doo-ba-doop!
Boo-ba-doo-ba-doop!

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Banana phone
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Banana phone

I've got this feeling
so appealing
for us to get together and sing - SING!

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Banana phone
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding
Donana phone

It grows in bunches
I've got my hunches
Its the best
beats the rest
cellular modular
interactivodular

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Banana phone
Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping
Ponana phone

Its no baloney
It aint a phony
My cellular
Bananular phone

Don't need quarters
don't need dimes
to call a friend of mine
dont need computer or tv
to have a real good time
I'll call for pizza
I'll call my cat
I'll call the whitehouse, have a chat
I'll place a call around the world
Operator get me beijing jing jing jing

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Banana phone
Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying
Yanana phone
It's a real live mama and papa phone
a brother and sister and a dogaphone
a grandpa phone and a grandma phone too - oh yeah
my cellular bananular phone

Banana phone
ring... ring... ring...
Its a phone with appeal (a peel)

Banana phone
ring... ring... ring...
Now you can have your phone and eat it too
Banana phone
ring... ring... ring...
This song drives me .... bananas
Banana phone
ring... ring... ring...

Bo ba do ba do do doob

:ph34r:

Ding Dong Song
by Gunther Levi

Album :


oh, you touch my tralala,
mmm... my ding ding dong.
la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la.
Oh, you touch my tralala
la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la.
mmm... my ding ding dong.
la la la la la la la,
la la la la la la.

Deep in the night,
i'm looking for some fun,
deep in the night,
i'm looking for some love.
de-de-de-deep in the night,
i'm looking for some fun,
deep in the night,
i'm looking for some (ping)

You tease me,
oh please me,
i want you to be my lovetoy,
come near me, don't fear me,
i just can't get enough of you boy.

Oh, you touch my tralala.
la la la..
mmm, my ding ding dong,
oh you touch my tralala,
mmm, my ding ding dong.
la la la...

Deep in the night,
i'm looking for some fun,
deep in the night,
i'm looking for some love.

you tease me,
oh please me,
i want you to be my lovetoy.
come near me, don't fear me,
i just can't get enough of you boy.

Oh, you touch my tralala.
la la la...
mmm, my ding ding dong.
la la la..
oh, you touch my tralala.
la la la..
mmm, my ding ding dong.

(ding ding dong)
mmm, my ding ding dong 2x

oh, you touch my tralala.
lalala...
mmm, my ding ding dong.
oh ,you touch my tralala
(ding ding dong)
oh, you touch my tralala.
mmm, my ding dong dong.

:ph34r:

[Mr. Krinklebein]

Someone very special told me about this one. :lol:

"Baby Dick Fuck"

B.D.F.
Dead..
Baby Dick Fuck
Baby Dick Fuck
Take your fat tongue!
And curl it into a 'U',
You take and unborn child who knows not what you do
[Chorus:]
Baby Dick Fuck
Baby Dick Fuck
Baby Dick Fuck -
Baby Dick Fuck -
Baby dick Fuck
Baby Dick Suck
Baby Dick Fuck
Baby Dick Fuck
There's no excuse, give him the goose
With a push and then a shove
Teach that child how grown-ups love
[chorus]
Fuck Fuck Suck Suck Fuck Fuck
I haunt the malls and the
Burger Kings I am the giver of pain
Splitting the rumps of the wicked
Only the nipples remain [x2]
The cherub screams "NO" as I move to defile
Our bodies entwine in a puddle of bile
Many years later we'll look back and smile
As we thrash about on the urine-drenched tile
The delivery room is as still as a tomb
I fuck the child while its still in your womb
The child is now dead and you start to blubber
Fuck your warm corpse with your child as a rubber
Take your fat tongue, ram it up her bung
Her face is packed with cum We've only just begun
From your head, your eyes I pluck
Give you savage socket fuck
Work my wand of black obsidian
End up like a Branch Davidian
Baby Dick Fuck
Baby Dick Fuck
Baby Dick Fuck [x a lot]

[Archpremier]

'Banana Phone' by Raffi
Flash rendition: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgerphone.php
That's not the whole song, and they sped it up.

I've got this feeling,
So appealing
For us to get together and sing (SING!)
Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Banana phone
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding
Donana phone
It grows in bunches
I've got my hunches
It's the best - beats the rest
Cellular, modular interactive-odular

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Banana phone
Boop boopadoopado!
Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping
Panana phone
It's noh baloney
It ain't a phoney
My cellular, bananular phone

Don't need quarters
Don't need dimes
To call a friend of mine
Don't need computer, or tv
To have a real good time
I'll call for pizza!
I'll call my cat!
I'll call the whitehouse, have a chat!
I'm basicall around the world
Operator get me beijing-jing jing jing

(Instrumental)
Yeah!
Play that thing!
(Instrumental)

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring
Banana phone
Boop boopadoopado!
Yin yang yin yang yin yang yin
Yanana phone
It's a real live mama and papa phone
A brother and sister and a dogaphone
A grampa phone and a grammaphone too! (oh yeah)

My cellular, bananular phone!

Banana phone, ring ring ring
(It's a phone with a peel!)

Banana phone, ring ring ring
(Now you can have your phone and eat it, too!)

Banana phone, ring ring ring
(This song, drives me bananas!)

Banana phone, ring ring ring
Boopadopado do do!

[Hegemonicretribution]

(Insert mad laughing)..... Waltzin' Black by the Stranglers