Song lyrics

[6'bore]

none of that made sense to me, n***a

lol. I am probably the only one in here whi listens to this king of music

[my porsche]

i listen to the occasuional rap, but not really tupac, and no rap makes sense, i just like hearing them yell "bitch nigga motha ****aaaaaaaa"

[6'bore]

i listen to the occasuional rap, but not really tupac, and no rap makes sense, i just like hearing them yell "bitch nigga motha ****aaaaaaaa"

lol. What's your first music interest?

[NoOne]

lol. I am probably the only one in here whi listens to this king of music

We could only wish

[my porsche]

lol. What's your first music interest?

mostyl rock/classic rock

lynyrd skynyrd
led zeppelin
the darkness
guns and roses

[man 430gt]

mostyl rock/classic rock

lynyrd skynyrd
led zeppelin
the darkness
guns and roses

How about linkin park.

[man 430gt]

One more by DMX fe. eminem & obie.
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my
homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too!

[Chorus]
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherf**ker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya
eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherf**ker die, bye, bye, motherf**ker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherf**ker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!

[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se
worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two
thousand third

You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You f**k with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady muthaf**ka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
All you motherf**kers, take that!
Here, take this too, b***h! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo
We're killing all you motherf**kers dead, all of you
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherf**kers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the
motherf**king dirt!
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha

[6'bore]

One more by DMX fe. eminem & obie.
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my
homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too!

[Chorus]
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherf**ker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya
eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherf**ker die, bye, bye, motherf**ker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherf**ker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!

[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se
worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two
thousand third

You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You f**k with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady muthaf**ka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
All you motherf**kers, take that!
Here, take this too, b***h! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo
We're killing all you motherf**kers dead, all of you
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherf**kers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the
motherf**king dirt!
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha

Go to sleep. I like this song alot. Its pretty old though

[Ferrari Tifosi]

Primus
Wynona's Big Brown Beaver


Wynona’s got herself a big brown beaver
And she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her,
So she caged him up with cyclone fence.
Along came lou with the old baboon
And said recognize that smell?
Smells like seven layers,
That beaver eats taco bell.
Now rex he was a texan out of new orleans
And he travelled with the carnival shows.
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars
And he candied up his nose.
He got wind of the big brown beaver
So he though he’d take himself a peek,
But the beaver was quick
And grabbed him by the kiwis.
Now he ain’t pissed for a week.
(and a half!)
Now wynona took her big brown beaver,
And she stuck him up in the air.
Said I sure do love this big brown beaver
And I wish I did have a pair.
Now the beaver onces slept for seven days
And it gave us all an awful fright.
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch
And the bastard tried to bite me.
Wynona loved her big brown beaver
And she stroked him all the time.
She pricked her finger one day and it
Occurred to her she might have a porcupine.

I love the lyrics to this song, and Les Claypool's lyrics in general. Hilarious!

[man 430gt]

Go to sleep. I like this song alot. Its pretty old though

Yeah same.

[6'bore]

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You’re in charge
Comin’ up in the world don’t trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

I remember the days when I was a young kid, growin’ up
Lookin’ in the mirror, dreamin’ about blowin’ up

The rock crowd, make money
True with the honeys
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
Shit’s funny

How impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin’ with it, nevertheless

You gotta go for the gusto
But you don’t know

About the blood sweat and tears
And losin’ some of your fears

And losin’ some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don’t manifest for the wrong guy

Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don’t know how to act
S*it’s deep, 48 tracks
Studio gangsta max

Signed the deal thinks he’s gonna make a mil
But never will ‘til he crosses over, still

Fillin’ your head with fantasies
Come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the Gs

So you wanna be a rap superstar, in the biz
And take s*it from people who don’t know what it is

I wish it was all fun and games
But the price of fame is high and some can’t pay the way

Feel trapped in what you rappin’ about
Tell me what happened when you lost cloud

What route you took started collapsin’

No fans, no fame
No respect, no change,
No women and everybody s*its on your name

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You’re in charge
Comin’ up in the world don’t trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You’re in charge
Comin’ up in the world don’t trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You’re in charge
Comin’ up in the world don’t trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You’re in charge
Comin’ up in the world don’t trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

My own son don’t know me
I’m chillin’ in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I’m with my holmies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video’s gonna show me
No love, they’re phony
Gotta hit the road solely
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I’m in the middle like mony
And the press say that
My own people disown me
And the best way back

Is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium
You’re too worried about them honeys at the Peladium

Who just wanna cling on, swing on
And so forth, go on, fall off, the whole foot long

To the next rap superstar, with no shame
Give him a year and they’ll be right out the game

The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame started gettin’ ignored, I warned him
Assured him

This ain’t easy
Take it from Wheezy
Sleazy people wanna be so cheesy
They’re f***in evil

So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You’re in charge
Comin’ up in the world don’t trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
Your big house, five cars
You’re in charge
Comin’ up in the world don’t trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly

[Mustang]

So you wanna be a rap superstar

No clearly i dont

[NoOne]

Here's an old house party favourite ... might be too folky for some of you

BAND: Spirit of the West
SONG: Home for a Rest

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...

We arrived in December and London was cold
So we stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...

Euston Station the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dikes, through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...
Take me home...

By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
And the spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest...
Take me home...

[NoOne]

BAND: White Zombie
SONG: Black Sunshine

spoken
(Gripping the wheel, his knuckles went white with desire!
The wheels of his Mustang exploding on the highway like a slug from a .45.
True death: 400 horsepower of maximum performance piercing the night...
This is black sunshine.)

Yeah! Move me in the silence baltic motorway
hang me on the edge before I fall away
Apocalypse is dawnin' action on the mile.
A "can-do" revolution, Earth to the river [nile]

Sweet'n the ride - Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride - Yeah
Sweet'n the ride - Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride - Yeah!

Cry a river "cosmic" - Moon in Scorpio,
feel her body "breathe" - Acid radio
Tell me that you like it - when I'm going down!
Tell me that you like it - Move to the speed of [sound]

Sweet'n the ride - Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride - Yeah
Sweet'n the ride - Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride - Yeah!

Go! Slide into - I said "44" cool heart can - A hypnotize
dream into infinity - I turned the love to lies
crawl across the water - wave and sink into the sea
Reflect'n onto everything - that you can never be

"Check-out" Yeah!

To the devil a daughter comes 2000 worlds away Yeah
Born to lose the love you choose Destroy another day
check out!!

Sweet'n the ride - Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride - Yeah!
Sweet'n the ride - Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride ...

Stare into the T.V. kiss off the pain!
Wonderland is falling - no sing - no rain
Momentary damage into the high
drift me to the circuit sky

spoken
(Finally nothing moves. High noon
Blacktop rolling below the asphalt drive
A concrete fascination scraping the edge of nothing
This is blacksunshine.)