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HarryTiger said:
The other night I was strokin' my woman
And it got so good to her, you know what she told me
Let me tell you what she told me, she said:
'Stroke it Clarence Carter, but don't stroke so fast
If my stuff ain't tight enough, you can stick it up my...' WOO!

- Strokin', Clarence Carter
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The sounds of my drunken youth.




Son,I'm 30
I only went with your mother 'cause she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me
What you get is just what you see yeah
I should so I take it free yeah
And all the bad preserves be things that feed me
I never help or give to the needy
Come on and see me
Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had too crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
I said dad your a shabby
You run around and groove like a baggy
You're only here just out of habit
All that's mine you might as well have it
You take 10p back and then stab it
Spray it on and tag it
So sack on me
I can't stand the needy
Get around here if you're asking you're feeling
Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had too crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice
So sack all the needy
I can't stand to leave it
You come around here and you put both your feet in
Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had too crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it Yippee-ippee-ey-ey-ay-yey-yey
I had too crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it
Come on and tell me twice

- Happy Mondays, Kinky Afro

see you in your office
Sending and receiving checks
But I know the quest for money
Comes from a quest for sex
So I cut to the chase
And forgot about my job
And decided to stay home wit yo mama on my knob

I can see you laughing so I guess you think its funny
But while your getting drunk, I've been getting honey
And by tomorrow night youll be hungover and sick
But I'll be at my home wit you mama on my dick

(Chorus)
Your mama's on the top of my things to do list
Your mama's on the top of my things to do list
Your mama's on the top of my things to do list
Your mama's on the top of my things to do list

Thinking your the man
Well I am bringing news
Our manhoods being measured by the women that we choose
And you can't earn respect if all you ever pick is ****s
So I'll be staying home to let yo mama suck my nuts

(Chorus)

(Rap)
Eat more fruit, Plant more trees
Learn to shoot, travel over seas
Wash the dog, read a book
Find three chinese recipes to cook
Learn to waltz, and speak maltese
Ferment to invent a better feta cheese
The highest they get is number two
Coz number one on my list of things to do
is yo maaaammmmaaaaa,
yo maaaaammmmaaaa
yo maaaammmaaa

She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top

(disco)
In my dream I was a cop and I stopped to arrest her
Never met a whore more hardcore so I frisked her
Steamed up the Beamer and needed the demister
When she licked my colon cleaner than a clyster
Got another blister from playing naked twister
Raw on the floor with ya mama and ya sister
Hadn't even kissed but she still let me fist her
I let her drive home pissed and said
Asta la vista Baby

- Butterfingers, Yo' Mama
 
His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead

Twenty-seven people
Even more, they were boys
With their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid


Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy Jr.
 
Finally. A music based thread that Kanye can't get props in without it being a clear troll
 

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Hello Dan, it's Joe here
I hope you're keeping well
Its the 21st of December
now theyre ringing the last bell
if I get good behaviour
I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas day

Pleeeease don't let them cry for me

I guess the brothers are driving down from Queensland and Stella's
flying in from the coast
They say it's gonna be a hundred degrees, even more maybe, but that
won't stop the roast

Who's gonna make the gravy now?
I bet it won't taste the same

Just add flour, salt, a little red wine and don't forget a dollop of
tomato sauce for sweetness and that extra tang

And give my love to Angus and to Frank and Dolly,
Tell 'em all I'm sorry I screwed up this time
And look after Rita, I'll be thinking of her early Christmas morning
When I'm standing in line

I hear Mary's got a new boyfriend, I hope he can hold his own
Do you remember the last one? What was his name again?
(Just a little too much cologne)

And Roger, you know I'm even gonna miss Roger
'Cause there's sure as hell no one in here I want to fight

Oh praise the Baby Jesus, have a Merry Christmas,
I'm really gonna miss it, all the treasure and the trash
And later in the evening, I can just imagine,
You'll put on Junior Murvin and push the tables back
And you'll dance with Rita, I know you really like her,
Just don't hold her too close, oh brother please don't stab me in the
back

I didn't mean to say that, it's just my mind it plays up,
Multiplies each matter, turns imagination into fact
You know I love her badly, she's the one to save me,
I'm gonna make some gravy, I'm gonna taste the fat
Tell her that I'm sorry, yeah I love her badly, tell 'em all I'm
sorry,
And kiss the sleepy children for me
You know one of these days, I'll be making gravy,
I'll be making plenty, I'm gonna pay 'em all back.
 
Oh... The principle thinks he's a hero, he thinks he's all man and more
He ain't seen Jimmy Wilson, and he's only in form four
The sign says geography lesson, map of Australia on the wa-all
I only look at Tasmania, the one place I adore

Ah-hah (ah-hah), ah-hah (ah-hah), ah-hah (ah-hah)

Oh... We're all going to nude school, a nude school, that's for me-ee
We're all happy at nude school, a nude school is where I'll be

Ah-hah (ah-hah), ah-hah (ah-hah), ah-hah (ah-hah)

Oh... Jenny thinks she's Madonna, but Penthouse changed all that
She ain't that hairy, her legs aren't that fat
And Julie's got a tattoo, she keeps it really well hid
She said she'll show me, I'd die, if she did

Ah-hah (ah-hah), ah-hah (ah-hah), ah-hah (ah-hah)

Oh... We're all going to nude school, a nude school, that's for me-ee
We're all happy at nude school, a nude school is where I'll be
 
Katy Perry-I wanna see your peacock **** ****.
Short Stack-I'm killing romance in the name of love.
Short Stack-Does your boyfriend know i'm locked between your air and does he know that i'm wearing your clothes?
Short Stack-I cut like Jack The Ripper so believe me when the boy sings.
Short Stack-We're going to hell, just because we're werewolves, ahooo ahoo ahooo
Willow Smith-I whip my hair back and forth.
 
Bert1 said:
Finally. A music based thread that Kanye can't get props in without it being a clear troll
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Stand up, all victims of oppression,
For the tyrants fear your might!
Don't cling so hard to your possessions,
For you have nothing if you have no rights!
Let racist ignorance be ended,
For respect makes the empires fall!
Freedom is merely privilege extended,
Unless enjoyed by one and all.
So come brothers and sisters,
For the struggle carries on.
The Internationale,
Unites the world in song.
So comrades, come rally,
For this is the time and place!
The international ideal,
Unites the human race.

Let no one build walls to divide us,
Walls of hatred nor walls of stone.
Come greet the dawn and stand beside us,
We'll live together or we'll die alone.
In our world poisoned by exploitation,
Those who have taken, now they must give!
And end the vanity of nations,
We've but one Earth on which to live.
So come brothers and sisters,
For the struggle carries on.
The Internationale,
Unites the world in song.
So comrades, come rally,
For this is the time and place!
The international ideal,
Unites the human race.

And so begins the final drama,
In the streets and in the fields.
We stand unbowed before their armour,
We defy their guns and shields!
When we fight, provoked by their aggression,
Let us be inspired by life and love.
For though they offer us concessions,
Change will not come from above!
So come brothers and sisters,
For the struggle carries on.
The Internationale,
Unites the world in song.
So comrades, come rally,
For this is the time and place!
The Internationale,
Unites the human race.
 
Now everybody from the 313
Put your mutha****in' hands up and follow me,
Everybody from the 313
Put your mutha****in' hands up
Look Look

Now while he tries to stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up,
This free world got you gazz up,
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 in to the 4
1 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4
4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, No Pac, None!
This guy aint no mutha****in MC
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white,
I am a ****in bum,
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom,
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did **** my girl
I'm still standin here screamin "**** tha free world!!"
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the **** i've been through,
But i know something about you,You went to Cranbrook's that's a private school,
What's the matter dog? You embarrassed?
This guy's a gangsta his real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives in home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage,
This guy doesn't wanna battle he shook
kuz there's no such thing as HALF WAY CROOKS!!
He's scared to death
He's scared to look in his ****in yearbook, **** Cranbrooks

**** the beat, i go acapella
**** a Papa Doc, **** a clock, **** a trailer, **** everybody
**** y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of ****ing white trash, i say it proudly
And **** this battle
I don't wanna win
I'm outtie
Here tell these people something they dont know about me.
 
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Oh, what we once thought we had, we didn't
And what we have now will, will never be that way again
So we call upon the author to explain

Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets
We've shunned them from the greasy grind
The poor little things they look so sad and old
As they mount us from behind
I ask them to desist and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to explain

Well I, I go guruing down the street
And young people gather 'round my feet
And they ask me things but I don?t know where to start
They ignite the powder trail straight to my father's heart
And yeah, once again I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain

Yeah well, down in my bolt hole I see they've published
Another volume of unreconstructed rubbish
Well, the waves, the waves were soldiers moving
Well, thank you, ya thank you, thank you
And again I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, I call upon the author to explain
I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain

I said, prolix, prolix
There's nothing a pair of scissors can't fix

We Call Upon The Author - Nick Cave (selected verses)


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Too many ridiculously genius lyrics to quote. In fact, that applies to Tim Minchin's work in general. This one is 10 ft **** and a Few Hundred Virgins. Even the name is lyrically brilliant.

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Well its way too soon to have the seven year itch
But he's getting cranky and I'm just a bit....unsure
I'll tell you what I mean
You see when we first met I thought well this is it
But it turns out my head was just full of sh....ining stars
Things just ain't what they seem

CHORUS: Ooooh my cards are played, my cards are played
Ooooh I wanna get lazy bones out my back door
UUh Uhh Uuhhuh uuhhuh huh yeah

Now I'm not the type to make the first pass
But when he walked by and I saw his as....h coloured eyes
Well it was like a dream...oh yes it was
Now my dreams are lying in broken bits
And I know he onl loved me for my big T...elevision
I've got a wide screen!!

Well I love getting hugged and I love geting kissed
And he loves beer and he loves getting p....retty drunk
It goes straight to his head oh yes it does
And I guess my mother warned me when I was 5 or 6
She said that men like him only think with their de...fective brains
Least I think that's what she said

Lazy bones, Lazy bones
Boy you can kiss my...
 
With the same sword they knight you, they gon' good night you with
Shit, that's only half if they like you
That ain't even the half what they might do
Don't believe me? ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas
See Caesar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
If you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, fellows sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you have to be Bobby now
And the question is, is to have had and lost,
Better than not having at all?

I especially love the last 2 lines.
Jay-Z in Lost+ with Coldplay
 
Hate it or love it the underdogs on top...
 

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DeadlyAkkuret said:
Hey, Soulja Boy, can... Yahhh, Trick, Yahhh!
Yo, Arab, I really like... Yahhh, Trick, Yahhh!
Collipark ni... Aboorbah, Boogadah Barrr!
Hey man I was just wonderin, can I get... Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick!

Get out ma face
Get out ma face
Get out ma face
Get out ma face
Get out ma face
Get out ma face
Get out ma face
Get out ma face
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Ahhh. Amazing. So meaningful. Never fails to bring tears to my eyes.

You can literally pull apart every sentence slowly and have a discussion on every single word. Inspiring stuff.
 
cancat said:
You're a bum<br />
You're a punk<br />
You're an old **** on junk<br />
Living there almost dead on a drip<br />
In that bed<br />
<br />
You scum bag<br />
You maggot<br />
You cheap lousy ******<br />
Happy Christmas your arse<br />
I pray God<br />
It's our last
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:thumbsu::thumbsu:

How many cabs in New York City, how many angels on a pin?
How many notes in a saxophone, how many tears in a bottle of gin?
How many times did you call my name, knock at the door but you couldn't get in?
I know I've been careless

- Paul Kelly, Careless.


It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

- Bob Dylan, Jokerman.


Ruby, Ruby, where you been so long?
Don't stop drinking whiskey baby since you been gone
Ain't no one I know do it as good as you
Licking on that licking stick the way you do
You got the lips to make a strong man weak and a heathen pray
Givin' you the jump it ain't the way you speak, Lord it's just the way
Go down

- AC/DC, Go Down
 
^^^ tldr



I'm the boss with the shoot off

I'm the king with the ding-a-ling

I'm the hound with the crown

I'm the dog with it all

I'm the prince with dollar sense

I'm the king with the sweet thing, yeah


I said uh, I said ah

I said fee, fee, fum, fum, ooh, ooh, come, come

Ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, ah


Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty

Rapp dirty
 
Kids, listen to the rap music.
Kids, listen to the rap music.
What do you like to play?
Kid: Pokemon!
Pokemon?!
What do you like to play?
Kid: Pokemon!
Pokemon?!
You see! The kids, they listen to the rap,
Which gives the the brain damage. You see!
With their hippin' and their hoppin'
And the bippin' and the boppin'
So they don't know what the jazz is all about!
You see! The jazz is like...jello pudding.
No! Actually, it's more like Kodak film,
No! The jazz is kinda like the new Coke,
It'll be around forever- heh heh heh...
What's the difference between me and you?
(Pokemon?!)
What's the difference between me and you?
(Pokemon?!)
Hello, little fella, you like a jump rope?
What do you think candy is made out of?
Kid: Pokemon!
Pokemon?! No, actually, candy is more like Kodak film.
See! Here I go, down the slope!
Oh! I'm going, zip zop zoobity bop!
It's OK, take your time.
Do you remember what he looked like?
I had a brother named Stewie and he used to sell bicycles.
Coo coo c-choo!
What you got there?
Oh! A BIG STUPID DOO DOO HEAD!
What do you like to play?
Kid: Pokemon!
Pokemon?!
 
My pal's name is Foot Foot
He always likes to roam
My pal's name is Foot Foot
I never find him home

I go to his house
Knock at his door
People come out and say
Foot Foot don't live here no more

My pal Foot Foot
Always likes to roam
My pal Foot Foot
Now he has no home

Where will Foot Foot go
What will Foot Foot do
Oh, Foot Foot
I wish I could find you

I've looked here, I've looked there
I've looked everywhere
Oh, Foot Foot
Why can't I find you?

Foot Foot, where can you be?
Foot Foot, why won't you answer me?
Foot Foot, Oh Foot Foot
Wherever you are
I want you to come home with me

I don't have time to roam
I have things to do
I have to go home
Oh, Foot Foot, where are you?

If Foot Foot didn't like to roam so well
He would still have a place to dwell
Foot Foot, please answer me
I know where you are
You're behind that tree

Foot Foot, please come to me
Foot Foot, now that you're here
Won't you come home
Foot Foot, promise me this
That you will never again roam
 
Understand when I was younger I was all on my own,
So when I said 3-2 I wasn't callin a zone.
Nice truck, nice house and chain,
I'll car jack you like Shaq shootin a 3, "man get outta your range"
 
ometimes I feel like I don't have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, the city of angels
Lonely as I am, together we cry

I drive on her streets 'cause she's my companion
I walk through her hills cause she knows who I am
She sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy
I never worried, now that is a lie

I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love, take me all the way
I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love, take me all the way

It's hard to believe that there's nobody out there
It's hard to believe that I'm all alone
At least I have her love, the city she loves me
Lonely as I am, together we cry

I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love, take me all the way
I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day
Take me to the place I love, take me all the way

Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away
 
Bad Religion - Amrican Jesus (written after George H W Bush claimed America would win the first Gulf War because they had Jesus on their side).

I don't need to be a global citizen
because i'm blessed by nationality
i'm member of a growing populace
we enforce our popularity
there are things that
seem to pull us under
and there are things
that drag us down
but there's a power
and a vital presence
thats lurking all around
we've got the american Jesus
see him on the interstate
we've got the american Jesus
he helped build the
president's estate
i feel sorry
for the earth's population
'cuz so few
live in the U.S.A.
at least the foreigners
can copy our morality
they can visit but they cannot stay
only precious few
can garner the prosperity
it makes us walk
with renewed confidence
we've got a place to go when we die
and the architect resides right here
we've got the american Jesus
overwhelming millions every day
(exercising his authority)
he's the farmers barren fields
the force the army wields
the expession in the faces
of the starving children
the power of the man
he's the fuel that drives the clan
he's the motive and conscience
of the murderer
he's the preacher on t.v.
the false sincerity
the form letter that's written
by the big computers
he's the nuclear bombs
and the kids with no moms
and i'm fearful that
he's inside me
 
why are you young ********s quoting entire songs? Get a clue, we're not reading them all, FFS!

Quote brilliant snippets, like the following:

She had the face of an angel,
Smiling with sin,
A body of Venus with arms.

Dealing with danger,
Stroking my skin,
Let the thunder and lightning start.

It wasn't the first,
It wasn't the last,
It wasn't that she didn't care.

She wanted it hard,
And wanted it fast,
She liked it done medium rare.

From the great man, Bon Scott.
 

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