Liedjes met scheldwoorden

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am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable hight
And I've been known to be quite handsome
In a certain angle and in certain light
Well I entered into o'malley's
Said, o'malley I have a thirst
O'malley merely smiled at me
Said you wouldn't be the first
I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as o'malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself
My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew
Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle
Huh! hmmmmmm
Neighbours! I cried, friends! i
Screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
I bear no grudge against you!
And my dick felt long and hard
I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
When I looked at poor o'malley's wife
That's exactly what I saw
I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes
Her little daughter siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till down
And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beer in town
I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf
Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that mother fucker down
Mmmmmmmmmm yeah yeah yeah
I have no free will, I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. richard holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in mrs. richard holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up
As he screamed, you are an evil man
And I paused a while to wonder
If I have no free will then how can i
Be morally culpable, I wonder
I shot richard holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, no offense
And then lay upon the ground
None taken, I replied to him
To which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber
And I turned my gun on the bird-like mr. brookes
I thought of saint francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful richardson
It was st. sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
Hhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmm
I said, I want to introduce myself
And I am glad that all you came
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name
Well jerry bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick
I split his head in half
His blood spilled across the bar
Like a steaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked
Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts of truth
I smiled at henry davenport
Who made an attempt to move
Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor
Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in kathleen carpenter
Recently divorced
But remorse I felt and remorse I had
It clung to every thing
From the raven's hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings
Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest
And I glided through the bodies
And killed the fat man vincent west
Who sat quietly in his chair
A man become a child
And I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style
He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
Did you know I lived in your street? I said
And he looked at me as though I were crazy
O, he said, I had no idea
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew that hat right off the house
Hmmmmmm uh uh
Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
There stands some kind of man, I roared
And there did, in the reflection
My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from the business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite
Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
Fear me! fear me! fear me!
But no one did cause they were dead
Huh! hmmmmmmmmm
And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air
Well, I checked the chamber of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I raised it to my head
Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep your hands above your head!
I had one one long hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said
There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle around o'malley's bar
Don't shoot, I cried, I'm a man
Unarmed!
So they put me in their car
And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw o'malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And I started counting on my fingers
Aaaaaah one aaaaaah two aaaaaah three aaaaaaah four
O'malley's bar o'malley's bar

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Op maandag 29 december 2008 17:05 schreef IJsblock het volgende:
Metallica-So What
Rage Against The Machine-Killing In The Name
Prince-Sexy Motherfucker
Jules Deelder en Herman Brood-Oh Kut
Doe Maar-Heroine

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You've got a fucking catheter in your brain
Pissing your common sense away
This is for the mindfuck
This is for the hell of it
This is for me- I'm going to
Tear your fucking eyes out
Rip your fucking flesh off
Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass
Fuck you and your progress
Watch me fucking regress
You were meant to take the fall - now you're nothing
Tear your fucking eyes out
Rip your fucking flesh off
Beat you till you're just a fucking lifeless carcass
Fuck you and your progress
Watch me fucking regress
You were meant to take the fall - now you're nothing
Now you're nothing
You're not fucking shit.

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You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot*
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last

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Why did you have to be such a bitch?
Why don't you,
Why don't you fuck off and die?
Why can't you just fuck off and die?
Why can't you just leave here and die?
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
FUCK YOU!!!
I don't need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
Would you like to see how it feels mommy?
Here it comes, get ready to die!

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you gave me this home and then you left me alone

FUCK YOU

you act real nice while you're exacting your price

FUCK YOU

everyone's got their opinions

they'll tell ya 'bout 'em all the time

what makes 'em think i wanna hear them

i wish that you'd all fucking die, die, DIE!

you don't give a shit about anything

FUCK YOU


i don't know why you even bother to live

FUCK YOU

everyone's so pathetic

always talking all the time

what makes them think that

i give half a shit what's on their minds, minds, MINDS!

FUCK YOU

(if the truth were told i really hate myself so)

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU

FUCK YOU!

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shit piss fuck cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits fart turd and twat
shit piss fuck cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits fart turd and twat
shit piss fuck cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits fart turd and twat
shit piss fuck cunt cocksucker motherfucker tits fart turd and twat
I fucked your mom
And i wanna suck my dad
And my momma too
Oh, is this thing on?

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Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing, the chocolate starfish, and the hot-dog flavored water,
Bring it on,
Get the fuck up,
Check, 1, 2
Listen up, Listen up, Here we go,

It's a fucked up world, what a fucked up place,
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face,
Fucked up dreams, fucked up life,
Fucked up kid, with a fucked up knife,
Fucked up moms, and fucked up dads,
Thats a fucked up cop, with a fucked up badge,
Fucked up job, with fucked up pay,
Fucked up boss, is a fucked up day,
Fucked up breast, fucked up lies,
All my niggas, in the biggest, got the facs of life

Hey, everybody knows this song (x2)

Ain't it a shame that you can't say fuck,
Fucks just a word and it's all fucked up,
Like a fucked up punk, with a fucked up mouth,
Nine inch nails'll get knock the fuck out,

Fucked up AIDS, from fucked up sex,
Fake ass titties on her fucked up chest,
We're all fucked up, so whatcha wanna do,
Well fucked up me and a fucked up you

(chorus)
You wanna fuck me like an animal,
You like to burn me on the inside,
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug,
Just know that nothin you do, will bring you closer to me,

Aint life a bitch, a fucked up bitch,
A fucked up sword with a fucked up stitch,
A fucked up head, is a fucked up shame,
Swingin on my nuts is a fucked up game,
Jealousy fillin up my fucked up mind,
its all fucked up like a fucked up crime,
If I say fuck two more times,
Thats 46 fucks in this fucked up rhyme,


Hey, everybody knows this song (x2)

chorus

(karate scream)

listen up baby,

You can't bring me down, I don't think so, and also
You better check yourself, before you wreck yourself,
Kiss my starfish, my, chocolate starfish, PUNK
Kiss my starfish, my, chocolate starfish,

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The Pogues - Bottle of Smoke

Thanks and praises
Thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
I went to Hell
And to the races
To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

The day being clear
The sky being bright
He came up on the left
Like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck
On a Saturday night
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty fucking five to one
My gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Stewards inquiries
Swift and fiery
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Fuck the stewards
A trip to Lourdes
Might give the old fuckers
The power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers
And call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light

Bookies cursing
Cars reversing
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Glasses steaming
Vessels bursting
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the Bottle of Smoke

Priests and maidens
Drunk as pagans
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

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Shane MacGowan and the Popes - Donegal Express

Who dares to speak of Donegal
You get kicks in the bars and kicks in the balls
The harp that played in Tara's halls
Is burning on the dump
Virginia is a gin town
Belturbot is a sin town
And all the boys from Skintown
Are in England on the lump
Got pissed in Letterkenny
With darlin' sportin' Jenny
Spent me very last penny
And we made it in the press
The husband caught me in the bed
Tried to shoot me in the head
Had to swim the stream to get
The Donegal Express

Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

As sure as I'm Father Emmett
I've a King Dong down me Semmett
As any girl will tell you
From Cavan down to Clare
Back in sweet Virginia
In the toilet with Lavinia
I nearly fucked her brains out
And tore her party dress
A shit, a shave, a shower
And half a pint of powers
Then off again to get on board
The Donegal Express

Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

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You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You've never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You're just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide?
(I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good feel good?

You talk like a big business tycoon
You're just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You're just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You're the king of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is
Mister know-all
Was the fin on your back
Part of the deal? (Shark)
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You've never had a heart (you never did) of your own
(Right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside
You're a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good I feel good

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2008 04:17 schreef sezten het volgende:
Alle wanna-be emenimetjes in Nederland.
Een THC, DHC, SMB, en van dat soort rap groepen.
Zo vaak dat gekanker dat het gewoon de hele beat verpest, maar dat vinden ze juist leuk ofzo.

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Op dinsdag 30 december 2008 04:30 schreef lubje25 het volgende:

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De jeugd van tegenwoordig- watskeburt

Je bent een jambek dat zeurt......

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Les Flamingands, chanson comique !

Messieurs les Flamingants
J'ai deux mots à vous rire
Il y a trop longtemps
Que vous me faites frire
À vous souffler dans le cul
Pour devenir autobus
Vous voilà acrobates
Mais vraiment rien de plus

Nazis durant les guerres
Et catholiques entre elles
Vous oscillez sans cesse
Du fusil au missel
Vos regards sont lointains
Votre humour est exsangue
Bien qu'y aient des rues à Gand
Qui pissent dans les deux langues
Tu vois quand j'pense à vous
J'aime que rien ne se perde
Messieurs les Flamingants
Je vous emmerde

Vous salissez la Flandre
Mais la Flandre vous juge.
Voyez la mer du nord
Elle s'est enfuie de Bruges.
Cessez de me gonfler
Mes vieilles roubignoles
Avec votre art flamand-italo-espagnol.
Vous êtes tellement tellement
Beaucoup trop lourds
Que quand les soirs d'orage
Des chinois cultivés
Me demandent d'où je suis,
Je réponds fatigué
Et les larmes aux dents :
"Ik ben van Luxembourg".
Et si aux jeunes femmes,
On ose un chant flamand,
Elle s'envolent en rêvant
Aux oiseaux roses et blancs

Et je vous interdis
D'espérer que jamais à Londres
Sous la pluie on puisse
Vous croire anglais
Et je vous interdis
À New-York ou Milan
D'éructer Messeigneurs
Autrement qu'en flamand
Vous n'aurez pas l'air cons
Vraiment pas cons du tout
Et moi je m'interdis
De dire que je m'en fous
Et je vous interdis
D'obliger nos enfants
Qui ne vous ont rien fait
À aboyer flamand
Et si mes frères se taisent
Et bien tant pis pour elles.
Je chante persiste et signe:
Je m'appelle Jacques Brel

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[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Fuck. Fuck this shit.
Fuck givin it to me.

[Chorus:]
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Sya fuck the world! (Fuck the world!)
If I only could I'd set the world on fire
Fuck em all! (Fuck em all!)

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Fuck you, fuck me, fuck us
Fuck Tom, fuck Mary, fuck Gus
Fuck Darius
Fuck the west coast, and fuck everybody on the east
Eat shit and die, or fuck off at least
Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck rumors
Kings and Queens and gold jewelers
Fuck wine coolers
Fuck chickens, fuck ducks
Everybody in your crew sucks, punk mother fucks
Fuck critics, fuck your review
Even if you like me, fuck you
Fuck your mom, fuck your mom's momma
Fuck the Beastie Boys and the Dali Llama
Fuck the rain forest, fuck a Forrest Gump
You probably like it in the rump
Fuck a shoe pump, fuck the real deal and fuck all the fakes
Fuck all fifty two states! Oooo, and fuck you

[Chorus] X 2

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Fuck Oprah, fuck opera, fuck a soap opera
Fuck a pop locker and a cock blocker
Fuck your girlfriend, I probably did her already
Fuck Kyle and his brother Tom Petty, Jump Steady
My homie, fuck him, what are you gonna do?
(Fuck that bitch, fuck you!) Yeah well fuck you too
Don't bother tryin to analyze these rhymes
In this song I say fuck ninety three times
Fuck the president, fuck your welfare
Fuck your government and fuck Fred Bear
Fuck Nugent, like anybody gives a fuck
You like to hunt a lot, so fuckin what?!
Fuck disco, Count of Monte Crisco
Fuck Cisco, and Jack and Jerry Brisco
And fuck everyone who went down with the Titanic, in a panic
I'm like fuck you, AHHHHH!!!!

[Chorus] X 2

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Fuck Celine Dion and fuck Dionne Warwick
You both make me sick, suck my dick
Fuck the Berlin Wall, both sides of it
And fuck Lyle Lovett, whoever the fuck that is
Fuck everybody in the hemisphere
Fuck them across the world, and fuck them right here
You know the guy that operates the Rouge River draw bridge in Delray on
Jefferson? FUCK HIM!
Fuck your idea, fuck your gonnoreha
Fuck your diarrhea, Rocky Maivia
Fuck your wife, your homie did, he's fuckin you
Fuck the police and the 5-0 too
Fuck Spin, Rolling Stone, and fuck Vibe
Fuck everybody inside
Whoever's on the cover, fuck his mother
Fuck your little brother's homie from around the way
And fuck Violent J!