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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 2:13 am
God only knows how I did it, but it seems that I'm finally one of you. So have at it and remember that all my mules are fair game.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 5:59 pm
We Don't Need Another Hero
Tina Turner
Out of the ruins
Out from the wreckage
Can't make the same mistake this time
We are the children
The last generation
We are the ones they left behind
And I wonder when we are ever gonna change it
Living under the fear till nothing else remains
We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome
Looking for something we can rely on
There's got to be something better out there
Love and compassion, their day is coming
All else are castles built in the air
And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it
Living under the fear till nothing else remains
All the children say
We don't need another hero
We don't need to know the way home
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome
What do we do with our lives
We leave only a mark
Will our story shine like a life
Or end in the dark
Give it all or nothing
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:38 am
If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
Got Mike
He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe
So f**k critics you can kiss our whole a*****e
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
They don't play out hits well we don't give a s**t SO
All these mags try and use our a**
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...f**kers
I don't know what you take us as
or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches ***** we ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a b***h ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother f**kin law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now i ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So i...pull over to the side of the road
And i heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?
"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of s**t all my papers legit
"Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or somethin?"
Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my s**t
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a b***h ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me99 Problems but a b***h ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a b***h ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A ***** like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a p***y
But a p***y havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there i go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tred to give the ***** the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African
All because ths fool was horrasin them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this b***h ain't one
99 Problems but a b***h ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
99 Problems but a b***h ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
shut up when I'm talking to you
shut up, shut up, shut up
shut up when I'm talking to you
shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to BREAK
Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a b***h ain't one
Hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got 99 problems
And I'm about to
Break
cool
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:08 am
Epic.
Faith no More.
Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?
If you can’t, then it doesn’t matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, its like walking on glass
It’s so cool, it’s so hip, it’s alright
It’s so groovy, it’s outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet
You want it all but you can’t have it
It’s cryin‘, bleedin‘, lying on the floor
So you lay down on it and you do it some more
You’ve got to share it, so you dare it
Then you bare it and you tear it
You want it all but you can’t have it
It’s in your face but you can’t grab it
It’s alive, afraid, a lie, a sin
It’s magic, it’s tragic, it’s a loss, it’s a win
It’s dark, its moist, it’s a bitter pain
It’s sad it happened and it’s a shame
You want it all but you can’t have it
It’s in your face but you can’t grab it
What is it?
It’s it!!
What is it?
IT'S IT!!
You want it all but you can’t have it
It’s in your face but you can’t grab it
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 1:53 am
"When You're Evil," Voltaire stare
When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same
I'm the fly in your soup, I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed, I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip, I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side - makes you wriggle and writhe
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see - the Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
While there's children to make sad, while there's candy to be had
While there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies left to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting 'round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it
'Cause there's one born every minute
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see- the Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.
I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see- the Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need
It gets so lonely being evil...
What I'd do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you're evil
I'm lying though my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need
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