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De jeugd van tegenwoordig- watskeburtquote: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.
Je bent een jambek dat zeurt......
Donder op man, ik pak gewoon mijn klomp
Loudon Wainwright III- Grown man
You got a grown man for a boyfriend,
So you better treat him just like a baby.
He's a saint on Sunday, he's a bum on Monday;
The rest of the week he's just crazy.
He's unpredictable, like an animal,
Proud as an eagle, big and strong like a bear;
He's a snake and a frog, he's a pig and a dog;
There's a menagerie that's living in there.
You'll be his princess--forever after, yes--
If you keep acting like you're always sixteen.
He is the king, ruling the kingdom's his thing;
Just remember his mother is queen.
Sometimes he fools around when he goes out of town
But sooner or later he's bound to get caught.
He loves coming home, but then he has to roam;
Mr. Ambivalence is the guy that you've got.
He's got some problems--no, you can't solve them--
He's got some goblins he can't exorcise.
Mostly he wants to cry, he's afraid to die,
But he's living life like it's a booby prize.
He wishes he were young, a little better hung,
And he's paranoid you feel that way too;
So reassure him, you'll never cure him,
But he still needs his daily dose of you.
(Chorus)
He's asleep on Sunday, he's a beast on Monday;
Rest of the week...
He's blue on Sunday, and he's manic on Monday;
Rest of the week he's just crazy.
You got a grown man for a boyfriend,
So you better treat him just like a baby.
He's a saint on Sunday, he's a bum on Monday;
The rest of the week he's just crazy.
He's unpredictable, like an animal,
Proud as an eagle, big and strong like a bear;
He's a snake and a frog, he's a pig and a dog;
There's a menagerie that's living in there.
You'll be his princess--forever after, yes--
If you keep acting like you're always sixteen.
He is the king, ruling the kingdom's his thing;
Just remember his mother is queen.
Sometimes he fools around when he goes out of town
But sooner or later he's bound to get caught.
He loves coming home, but then he has to roam;
Mr. Ambivalence is the guy that you've got.
He's got some problems--no, you can't solve them--
He's got some goblins he can't exorcise.
Mostly he wants to cry, he's afraid to die,
But he's living life like it's a booby prize.
He wishes he were young, a little better hung,
And he's paranoid you feel that way too;
So reassure him, you'll never cure him,
But he still needs his daily dose of you.
(Chorus)
He's asleep on Sunday, he's a beast on Monday;
Rest of the week...
He's blue on Sunday, and he's manic on Monday;
Rest of the week he's just crazy.
Donder op man, ik pak gewoon mijn klomp
Grappige aanklacht tegen censuur in Amerika door Anthrax
Starting Up A Posse
Now I'm gonna tell you a story
A tale of wrong and right
And freedom is the reason
You can't take it without a fight
[Verse 1]
So now I'm startin' up a posse
( Suck my dick, suck my dick )
To come and look for you
We're gonna put a stop
To what you want to do
You fuckin' whores ( you fuckin' whores )
That’s all you are
You say our records are offensive
Our message ain't right
You say where gonna label records
So our kids can grow up right
You fuckin' whores ( let them decide )
That's all you are
[Chorus]
Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex, drugs, rape
These seven words you're trying to take
Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex, drugs, rape
Right or wrong it's our choice to make
America the beautiful, Land of the Free
Don't change the words to Land Of Hypocrisy
[Lead ( Scott )]
You’re a whore aren’t ya?
[Verse 3]
Now I'm startin' up a posse ( fascist scum, fascist scum )
And we'll damn sure make you see
Something that offends you
May not be offensive to me
You fuckin' whores ( you fuckin' whores )
That's all you are
Now you might take offence
To a word like "Fuck" or "Shit" ( Dick! )
But you fuckin' don't have the right ( Cunt! )
To descriminate me for saying it
You fuckin' whores ( you fuckin' whores )
That's all you are
Go suck a dick, uh.
Starting Up A Posse
Now I'm gonna tell you a story
A tale of wrong and right
And freedom is the reason
You can't take it without a fight
[Verse 1]
So now I'm startin' up a posse
( Suck my dick, suck my dick )
To come and look for you
We're gonna put a stop
To what you want to do
You fuckin' whores ( you fuckin' whores )
That’s all you are
You say our records are offensive
Our message ain't right
You say where gonna label records
So our kids can grow up right
You fuckin' whores ( let them decide )
That's all you are
[Chorus]
Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex, drugs, rape
These seven words you're trying to take
Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex, drugs, rape
Right or wrong it's our choice to make
America the beautiful, Land of the Free
Don't change the words to Land Of Hypocrisy
[Lead ( Scott )]
You’re a whore aren’t ya?
[Verse 3]
Now I'm startin' up a posse ( fascist scum, fascist scum )
And we'll damn sure make you see
Something that offends you
May not be offensive to me
You fuckin' whores ( you fuckin' whores )
That's all you are
Now you might take offence
To a word like "Fuck" or "Shit" ( Dick! )
But you fuckin' don't have the right ( Cunt! )
To descriminate me for saying it
You fuckin' whores ( you fuckin' whores )
That's all you are
Go suck a dick, uh.
Smaken verschillen. Nogalquote: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......
Als ik lach met mijn lul, worden alle vrouwen gul.
Slepen ze me mee, hop naar de wc.
Spoelen maar, wat een mooi gebaar.
Slepen ze me mee, hop naar de wc.
Spoelen maar, wat een mooi gebaar.
Jacques Brel kon er ook wel wat van. 
quote: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
Geef angst en haat een stem
Ranja: "mijn bukgeit begrijpt mj niet. "
Ranja: "mijn bukgeit begrijpt mj niet. "
Bløf - Wat zou je doen
Wat zou je doen, als ik hier opeens weer voor je stond
Wat zou je doen, als ik viel, hier voor je op de grond
Wat zou je doen, als ik dat was
Wat zou je doen, als ik je gezicht weer in mijn handen nam
Wat zou je doen, als ik met mijn mond dichtbij de jouwe kwam
Wat zou je doen, als ik dat deed
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden
Zou je zeggen dat ik een klootzak ben
Zou je janken, zou je vloeken
Zou je zeggen dat je me niet meer kent
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden, van verdriet
Wat zou je zeggen, als ik met mijn vingers door je haar zou gaan
Wat zou je zeggen, als we samen voor de spiegel zouden staan
Wat zou je zeggen, als ik dat deed
Wat zou je zeggen, als ik vertelde over al die tijd
Wat zou je zeggen, als ik zei: Ik heb van al die tijd toch echt geen spijt
Wat zou je zeggen, wat zou je doen, als ik dat deed
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden
Zou je zeggen dat ik een klootzak ben
Zou je janken, zou je vloeken
Zou je zeggen dat je me niet meer kent
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden, van verdriet
Wat zou je doen, als ik hier opeens weer voor je stond
Wat zou je doen, als ik viel hier voor je op de grond
Wat zou je doen, als ik dat deed
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden
Zou je zeggen dat ik een klootzak ben
Zou je janken, zou je vloeken
Zou je zeggen dat je me niet meer kent
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden, van verdriet
Je zou lachen, je zou schelden
Je zou zeggen dat ik een klootzak ben
Je zou janken, je zou vloeken
Je zou zeggen dat je me niet meer kent
Je zou lachten, je zou schelden, van verdriet
Wat zou je doen
Wat zou je doen, als ik hier opeens weer voor je stond
Wat zou je doen, als ik viel, hier voor je op de grond
Wat zou je doen, als ik dat was
Wat zou je doen, als ik je gezicht weer in mijn handen nam
Wat zou je doen, als ik met mijn mond dichtbij de jouwe kwam
Wat zou je doen, als ik dat deed
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden
Zou je zeggen dat ik een klootzak ben
Zou je janken, zou je vloeken
Zou je zeggen dat je me niet meer kent
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden, van verdriet
Wat zou je zeggen, als ik met mijn vingers door je haar zou gaan
Wat zou je zeggen, als we samen voor de spiegel zouden staan
Wat zou je zeggen, als ik dat deed
Wat zou je zeggen, als ik vertelde over al die tijd
Wat zou je zeggen, als ik zei: Ik heb van al die tijd toch echt geen spijt
Wat zou je zeggen, wat zou je doen, als ik dat deed
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden
Zou je zeggen dat ik een klootzak ben
Zou je janken, zou je vloeken
Zou je zeggen dat je me niet meer kent
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden, van verdriet
Wat zou je doen, als ik hier opeens weer voor je stond
Wat zou je doen, als ik viel hier voor je op de grond
Wat zou je doen, als ik dat deed
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden
Zou je zeggen dat ik een klootzak ben
Zou je janken, zou je vloeken
Zou je zeggen dat je me niet meer kent
Zou je lachen, zou je schelden, van verdriet
Je zou lachen, je zou schelden
Je zou zeggen dat ik een klootzak ben
Je zou janken, je zou vloeken
Je zou zeggen dat je me niet meer kent
Je zou lachten, je zou schelden, van verdriet
Wat zou je doen
Snoop Dogg f/ Charlie Wilson, Justin Timberlake - Signs
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck wit me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? (OHHH!!!)
[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Ooh wee!!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you ain't no G!
[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
It's legit, you know it's a hit
When The Neptunes and the Doggy Dogg fin to spit
You know he's in - tune with the season
Come here baby, tell me why you leaving?
Tell me if it's weed that you needing
You wanna breathe? I got the best weed minus seeds
Ain't nobody tripping VIP they can't get in
If something go wrong then you know we get to Cripping
[Chorus - Justin Timberlake]
I'm not sure what I see
You better don't fuck wit me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign?
[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Oh ohhh!! yeah!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, (dooo do doo do doo!)you ain't no G!
[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
Now you stepping wit a G, from Los Angeles
Where helicopters got cameras, just to get a glimpse of our Chucks
And our Khakis and our bouncer cars
You wit you friend right? (yeah)
She ain't trying to bring over no men right? (no)
Shiieet, she ain't gotta be in the distance
She could get high all in an instant
[Chorus - Justin Timberlake]
I'm not sure what I see
You better don't fuck wit me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign?
[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Oh ohhh!! yeah!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you ain't no G!
[Verse - Snoop Dogg] (Justin Timberlake)
Mami, mamasita, have you ever - flown on G5s
From London - IBIZA? You gotta have cake
You'll have Sunday's with chiquitas
You'll see Venus and Serena, in the Wimbledon Arena
And I can take you (Uncle Charlie, preach!!)
[Chorus - Justin Timberlake] (Uncle Charlie Wilson)
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck wit me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? (OHHH!!!)
[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Ooh wee!!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll (hey!) you ain't no G!
(Ooh wee!!) You ain't no G! (oh oh ohh! .. Ooh wee!!)
[Bridge - Uncle Charlie Wilson] (Justin Timberlake)
Nigga don't be young and foolish
You don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you've lost until she's gone (gone)
And her pretty face, drove you wild
But you ain't have that Snoop Doggy Dogg Style
[Chorus - Justin Timberlake] (Uncle Charlie Wilson)
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck wit me! (Ooh wee!)
Are you telling me this is a sign? (yeah!)
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? (OHHH!!!)
(Ooh wee! yeah!!)
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck wit me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? (OHHH!!!)
[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Ooh wee!!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you ain't no G!
[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
It's legit, you know it's a hit
When The Neptunes and the Doggy Dogg fin to spit
You know he's in - tune with the season
Come here baby, tell me why you leaving?
Tell me if it's weed that you needing
You wanna breathe? I got the best weed minus seeds
Ain't nobody tripping VIP they can't get in
If something go wrong then you know we get to Cripping
[Chorus - Justin Timberlake]
I'm not sure what I see
You better don't fuck wit me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign?
[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Oh ohhh!! yeah!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, (dooo do doo do doo!)you ain't no G!
[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
Now you stepping wit a G, from Los Angeles
Where helicopters got cameras, just to get a glimpse of our Chucks
And our Khakis and our bouncer cars
You wit you friend right? (yeah)
She ain't trying to bring over no men right? (no)
Shiieet, she ain't gotta be in the distance
She could get high all in an instant
[Chorus - Justin Timberlake]
I'm not sure what I see
You better don't fuck wit me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign?
[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Oh ohhh!! yeah!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you ain't no G!
[Verse - Snoop Dogg] (Justin Timberlake)
Mami, mamasita, have you ever - flown on G5s
From London - IBIZA? You gotta have cake
You'll have Sunday's with chiquitas
You'll see Venus and Serena, in the Wimbledon Arena
And I can take you (Uncle Charlie, preach!!)
[Chorus - Justin Timberlake] (Uncle Charlie Wilson)
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck wit me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? (OHHH!!!)
[Snoop Dogg]
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
(Ooh wee!!) Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll (hey!) you ain't no G!
(Ooh wee!!) You ain't no G! (oh oh ohh! .. Ooh wee!!)
[Bridge - Uncle Charlie Wilson] (Justin Timberlake)
Nigga don't be young and foolish
You don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you've lost until she's gone (gone)
And her pretty face, drove you wild
But you ain't have that Snoop Doggy Dogg Style
[Chorus - Justin Timberlake] (Uncle Charlie Wilson)
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck wit me! (Ooh wee!)
Are you telling me this is a sign? (yeah!)
She's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? (OHHH!!!)
(Ooh wee! yeah!!)
De Jeugd van Tegenwoordig - Voorjekijkendoorlopen
Vader wie denk je Wat je bent
refrein:
Voorjekijkendoorlopen wie denk je wel niet wat je bent
Wat denk je wel niet wat je doet
Voordat je kont me voet ontmoet
Onterecht dood verklaard ik ben kankerdood
Club en de chickies zijn allang getoopt
De meest spange flows komen uit me mond de meest spange ho's zitten aan me
kont
Het is die dikzak die ze pik pakt douw hem in je mikmak
Smik smak je smakt hoe je chick smakt
klik klak laden en lossen
na dit kwakje zal je ff moeten flossen
kijk me aan gast je aandacht verslapt
pak flow vloeistof m'n negers aan de drank
negers aan de kant breng een waterclaim
baksteen zorgt voor een drank probleem
w, i, dubbel l, i, e, n je w3 die telt niet mee
dus hang je mic aan de wilgen trek je broek op scheer je weg bedek je
poepkop
refrein
generaal ik wil geen ene moer doen
fok hiphop ik wil gewoon stoer doen
doe maar stoer maar als ik er ben ho maar
7 kleuren bagger in je zomaar
dronken van de wodka en andere troep
baksteen dit is andere koek
gooi je pruimen lekker in de prullenbak
breng je dit gast want je lult maar wat
je doet geen crack wat gebruik je dan
je praat geen poep nou wat ruik ik dan
je praat maar je weet niet eens watskeburt
Fur is die troje die amateur
alsjeblieft schat doe gewoner
je bent geen rapper maar een coffeeshop bewoner
ik kijk niet naar je ik kijk door je
dus loop maar lekker door en kijk voor je
refrein
ik ben leip elke dag
toon afwijkend gedrag
we blijven verdacht
ik heb schijt aan je macht
iets op tegen gast zwijg als het graf
zie me als een bij en de hond die blaft
ik heb geen bord voor me kop eerder een muur
ik smack meer chickies dan Regilio Tuur
pop pop op je kaak je verdiende loon
ik duld geen tegenspraak let op de toon
(mensen hebben zoiets van wat doet die vent als ik aan het rellen ben als
een hooligan)
Wartaal en Fur in de bocht
herkend van Opsporing Verzocht
voeten omhoog geniet in je sweater
die uniek is niet ziek is
als hepatitis
vette frietjes
gewild als een tiet van een griet is
baksteen dwars door je speakers
refrein
loop ik laatst met Erik op de markt
komt er ineens zo'n achterlijke gladiool tegen me aanlopen
met van die gouden tanden in ze porem
zeg ik EEJ VOOR JE KIJKEN DOORLOPEN nou rennen dat ie deed hoor
Vader wie denk je Wat je bent
refrein:
Voorjekijkendoorlopen wie denk je wel niet wat je bent
Wat denk je wel niet wat je doet
Voordat je kont me voet ontmoet
Onterecht dood verklaard ik ben kankerdood
Club en de chickies zijn allang getoopt
De meest spange flows komen uit me mond de meest spange ho's zitten aan me
kont
Het is die dikzak die ze pik pakt douw hem in je mikmak
Smik smak je smakt hoe je chick smakt
klik klak laden en lossen
na dit kwakje zal je ff moeten flossen
kijk me aan gast je aandacht verslapt
pak flow vloeistof m'n negers aan de drank
negers aan de kant breng een waterclaim
baksteen zorgt voor een drank probleem
w, i, dubbel l, i, e, n je w3 die telt niet mee
dus hang je mic aan de wilgen trek je broek op scheer je weg bedek je
poepkop
refrein
generaal ik wil geen ene moer doen
fok hiphop ik wil gewoon stoer doen
doe maar stoer maar als ik er ben ho maar
7 kleuren bagger in je zomaar
dronken van de wodka en andere troep
baksteen dit is andere koek
gooi je pruimen lekker in de prullenbak
breng je dit gast want je lult maar wat
je doet geen crack wat gebruik je dan
je praat geen poep nou wat ruik ik dan
je praat maar je weet niet eens watskeburt
Fur is die troje die amateur
alsjeblieft schat doe gewoner
je bent geen rapper maar een coffeeshop bewoner
ik kijk niet naar je ik kijk door je
dus loop maar lekker door en kijk voor je
refrein
ik ben leip elke dag
toon afwijkend gedrag
we blijven verdacht
ik heb schijt aan je macht
iets op tegen gast zwijg als het graf
zie me als een bij en de hond die blaft
ik heb geen bord voor me kop eerder een muur
ik smack meer chickies dan Regilio Tuur
pop pop op je kaak je verdiende loon
ik duld geen tegenspraak let op de toon
(mensen hebben zoiets van wat doet die vent als ik aan het rellen ben als
een hooligan)
Wartaal en Fur in de bocht
herkend van Opsporing Verzocht
voeten omhoog geniet in je sweater
die uniek is niet ziek is
als hepatitis
vette frietjes
gewild als een tiet van een griet is
baksteen dwars door je speakers
refrein
loop ik laatst met Erik op de markt
komt er ineens zo'n achterlijke gladiool tegen me aanlopen
met van die gouden tanden in ze porem
zeg ik EEJ VOOR JE KIJKEN DOORLOPEN nou rennen dat ie deed hoor
Doors - The end
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Elk willekeurig nummer van Slipknot? 
En Fucker van Strapping Young Lad:
Fuck you
Dance, you fuckers
[Bif Naked:]
We're all fired up and ready to go
To give it all up at the metal show
Don't play it up and don't play us some love
Just play this shit on the radio
Fucker
You fucker
Fucker
Get out of my face, get off my case
You're a fucker
You're all fuckers
And I don't fucking care
I've said it before, now I'll say it again
It was all too much for the Alien
So heavy metal, fuck it, rock
We're doing it for you, baby
Fucker
You fucker
Fucker
Get out of my face, get off my case
You're a fucker
You fucker
And I don't fucking care
Watch behind my eyes
Watch behind your face
Just understand it and see the little fucker
Like I give a fuck!
Fucker
You fucker
Fucker
Get out of my face, get off my case
You're a fucker
You're all fuckers
And I don't fucking care
En Fucker van Strapping Young Lad:
Fuck you
Dance, you fuckers
[Bif Naked:]
We're all fired up and ready to go
To give it all up at the metal show
Don't play it up and don't play us some love
Just play this shit on the radio
Fucker
You fucker
Fucker
Get out of my face, get off my case
You're a fucker
You're all fuckers
And I don't fucking care
I've said it before, now I'll say it again
It was all too much for the Alien
So heavy metal, fuck it, rock
We're doing it for you, baby
Fucker
You fucker
Fucker
Get out of my face, get off my case
You're a fucker
You fucker
And I don't fucking care
Watch behind my eyes
Watch behind your face
Just understand it and see the little fucker
Like I give a fuck!
Fucker
You fucker
Fucker
Get out of my face, get off my case
You're a fucker
You're all fuckers
And I don't fucking care
Insane Clown Posse - Fuck The World:
quote:[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!
Boo-fucking-hoo
En jaren daarvoor had Verona al Kilo Utrecht Tango.quote:
Klik hier voor de video.
Geef angst en haat een stem
Ranja: "mijn bukgeit begrijpt mj niet. "
Ranja: "mijn bukgeit begrijpt mj niet. "
Eminem + Dr. Dre - Guilty Conscience
Die is ook gewoon nog grappig
[announcer]
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old.
Fed up with life and the way things are going,
he decides to rob a liquor store.
("I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes")
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart.
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play...
("Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this")
[Dr. Dre]
Alright, stop! (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
and try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence (But who are you?)
I'm your motherf**kin conscience
[Eminem]
That's nonsense!
Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade
[Dr. Dre]
Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
[Eminem]
f**k that! Do that shit! Shoot that bit*h!
Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a f**k if she dies? Are you that bit*h?
Do you really think she gives a f**k if you have kids?
[Dr. Dre]
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!)
Not over this sh*t (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!)
Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you
(You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude..)
{sound of static}
("It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute")
("Mmm, I don't know!")
("Look baby..")
("Damn!")
("Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?")
("Well OK..")
[announcer]
Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!")
After meeting a young girl at a rave party,
things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom.
Once again, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit!")
[Eminem]
Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek
and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bit*h's earlobe..
(Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old
You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair)
Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!)
f**k this bit*h right here on the spot bare
Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?)
No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest!
(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?)
Man f**k that, hit that sh*t raw dawg and bail..
{sound of static}
{pickup idling, radio playing}
[announcer]
Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker.
After coming home from a hard day's work,
he walks in the door of his trailer park home
to find his wife in bed with another man.
("WHAT THE F**K?!?!")
("Grady!!")
[Dr. Dre]
Alright calm down, relax, start breathin..
[Eminem]
f**k that shit, you just caught this bit*h cheatin
While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?!
F**K slittin her throat, CUT THIS BIT*H'S HEAD OFF!!!
[Dr. Dre]
Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit?
(What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!)
Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy
[Eminem]
Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??!
[Dr. Dre]
What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?)
I'ma kill you motherf**ker!
[Eminem]
Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper!
Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.?
Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way?
How in the f**k you gonna tell this man not to be violent?
[Dr. Dre]
Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that.. aw f**k it...
What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at?
Die is ook gewoon nog grappig
[announcer]
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old.
Fed up with life and the way things are going,
he decides to rob a liquor store.
("I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes")
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart.
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play...
("Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this")
[Dr. Dre]
Alright, stop! (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
and try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence (But who are you?)
I'm your motherf**kin conscience
[Eminem]
That's nonsense!
Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade
[Dr. Dre]
Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
[Eminem]
f**k that! Do that shit! Shoot that bit*h!
Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a f**k if she dies? Are you that bit*h?
Do you really think she gives a f**k if you have kids?
[Dr. Dre]
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!)
Not over this sh*t (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!)
Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you
(You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude..)
{sound of static}
("It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute")
("Mmm, I don't know!")
("Look baby..")
("Damn!")
("Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?")
("Well OK..")
[announcer]
Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!")
After meeting a young girl at a rave party,
things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom.
Once again, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit!")
[Eminem]
Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek
and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bit*h's earlobe..
(Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old
You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair)
Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!)
f**k this bit*h right here on the spot bare
Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there
(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?)
No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest!
(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?)
Man f**k that, hit that sh*t raw dawg and bail..
{sound of static}
{pickup idling, radio playing}
[announcer]
Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker.
After coming home from a hard day's work,
he walks in the door of his trailer park home
to find his wife in bed with another man.
("WHAT THE F**K?!?!")
("Grady!!")
[Dr. Dre]
Alright calm down, relax, start breathin..
[Eminem]
f**k that shit, you just caught this bit*h cheatin
While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?!
F**K slittin her throat, CUT THIS BIT*H'S HEAD OFF!!!
[Dr. Dre]
Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit?
(What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!)
Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy
[Eminem]
Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??!
[Dr. Dre]
What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?)
I'ma kill you motherf**ker!
[Eminem]
Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper!
Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.?
Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way?
How in the f**k you gonna tell this man not to be violent?
[Dr. Dre]
Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that.. aw f**k it...
What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at?
Het is...kiezen of delen; spelen, winnen, verliezen of vervelen en helemaal niets ondernemen
quote:Op woensdag 31 december 2008 11:59 schreef Luiaerdt het volgende:
Steen.. met alles?
''Feyenoord, het enige dat ik van Feyenoord weet is dat ze uit het land van Ajax komen'' (Fabio Capello)"
John Cooper Clarke - Evidently Chickentown
the fucking cops are fucking keen
to fucking keep it fucking clean
the fucking chief's a fucking swine
who fucking draws a fucking line
at fucking fun and fucking games
the fucking kids he fucking blames
are nowehere to be fucking found
anywhere in chicken town
the fucking scene is fucking sad
the fucking news is fucking bad
the fucking weed is fucking turf
the fucking speed is fucking surf
the fucking folks are fucking daft
don't make me fucking laugh
it fucking hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking view is fucking vile
for fucking miles and fucking miles
the fucking babies fucking cry
the fucking flowers fucking die
the fucking food is fucking muck
the fucking drains are fucking fucked
the colour scheme is fucking brown
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking pubs are fucking dull
the fucking clubs are fucking full
of fucking girls and fucking guys
with fucking murder in their eyes
a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
waiting for a fucking cab
you fucking stay at fucking home
the fucking neighbors fucking moan
keep the fucking racket down
this is fucking chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking pies are fucking old
the fucking chips are fucking cold
the fucking beer is fucking flat
the fucking flats have fucking rats
the fucking clocks are fucking wrong
the fucking days are fucking long
it fucking gets you fucking down
evidently chicken town
John Cooper Clarke - TWAT
Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend.
You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain
You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.
You’re like a dose of scabies,
I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!
People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.
Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,
you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race
You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide...
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.
You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,
better pull yourself apart.
Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
just make me wanna piss.
What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can...
TWAT.
the fucking cops are fucking keen
to fucking keep it fucking clean
the fucking chief's a fucking swine
who fucking draws a fucking line
at fucking fun and fucking games
the fucking kids he fucking blames
are nowehere to be fucking found
anywhere in chicken town
the fucking scene is fucking sad
the fucking news is fucking bad
the fucking weed is fucking turf
the fucking speed is fucking surf
the fucking folks are fucking daft
don't make me fucking laugh
it fucking hurts to look around
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking view is fucking vile
for fucking miles and fucking miles
the fucking babies fucking cry
the fucking flowers fucking die
the fucking food is fucking muck
the fucking drains are fucking fucked
the colour scheme is fucking brown
everywhere in chicken town
the fucking pubs are fucking dull
the fucking clubs are fucking full
of fucking girls and fucking guys
with fucking murder in their eyes
a fucking bloke is fucking stabbed
waiting for a fucking cab
you fucking stay at fucking home
the fucking neighbors fucking moan
keep the fucking racket down
this is fucking chicken town
the fucking train is fucking late
you fucking wait you fucking wait
you're fucking lost and fucking found
stuck in fucking chicken town
the fucking pies are fucking old
the fucking chips are fucking cold
the fucking beer is fucking flat
the fucking flats have fucking rats
the fucking clocks are fucking wrong
the fucking days are fucking long
it fucking gets you fucking down
evidently chicken town
John Cooper Clarke - TWAT
Like a Night Club in the morning, you’re the bitter end.
Like a recently disinfected shit-house, you’re clean round the bend.
You give me the horrors
too bad to be true
All of my tomorrow’s
are lousy coz of you.
You put the Shat in Shatter
Put the Pain in Spain
Your germs are splattered about
Your face is just a stain
You’re certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag.
Do us all a favour, here... wear this polythene bag.
You’re like a dose of scabies,
I’ve got you under my skin.
You make life a fairy tale... Grimm!
People mention murder, the moment you arrive.
I’d consider killing you if I thought you were alive.
You’ve got this slippery quality,
it makes me think of phlegm,
and a dual personality
I hate both of them.
Your bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay.
Please, please, please, please, take yourself away.
Like a death a birthday party,
you ruin all the fun.
Like a sucked and spat our smartie,
you’re no use to anyone.
Like the shadow of the guillotine
on a dead consumptive’s face.
Speaking as an outsider,
what do you think of the human race
You went to a progressive psychiatrist.
He recommended suicide...
before scratching your bad name off his list,
and pointing the way outside.
You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart.
You’re heading for a breakdown,
better pull yourself apart.
Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
just make me wanna piss.
What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can...
TWAT.
In Absentia Lucis Tenebrae Vincunt
Aenima van Tool. Die tekst is zo goed als je hem echt begrijpt. (dat kan alleen maar als je geen schaap bent natuurlijk)
Tool - Aenimaquote:Some say the end is near.
Some say well see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call la
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. any fucking day.
Learn to swim, Ill see you down in arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your cable and
Fret for your car.
Its a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call la
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. any fucking day.
Learn to swim, Ill see you down in arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say well see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this
Silly shit, stupid shit...
One great big festering neon distraction,
Ive a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim.
Moms gonna fix it all soon.
Moms comin round to put it back the way it ought to be.
Learn to swim.
Fuck l ron hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim.
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Learn to swim.
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim.
Cuz Im praying for rain
And Im praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Dont just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I cant imagine why you wouldnt
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it all come down.
Damien Rice - Rootless tree
What I want from you
Is empty your head
They say be true
Don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree
What I want from us
Is empty our minds
We fake a fuss
And fracture the times
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And it leans on me
Like a rootless...
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out,
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out
What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that is old
Killers reinvent and believe
And this leans on me
Like a rootless...
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it,
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me , hate me,
Then hate me so good that you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
And fuck you, fuck you, I love you
And all we've been through
I said leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out,
Hell when you're around...(Repeat 4x)
Let me out, let me out, let me out...
It's hell when you're around
What I want from you
Is empty your head
They say be true
Don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree
What I want from us
Is empty our minds
We fake a fuss
And fracture the times
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And it leans on me
Like a rootless...
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out,
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out
What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that is old
Killers reinvent and believe
And this leans on me
Like a rootless...
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it,
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me , hate me,
Then hate me so good that you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
And fuck you, fuck you, I love you
And all we've been through
I said leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out,
Hell when you're around...(Repeat 4x)
Let me out, let me out, let me out...
It's hell when you're around
Old enough to know better. Too young to care.
TOOO THEE WINDDOOWWW, TO THE WALL! TILL THE SWEAT DRIPS DOWN BY BALLS. 'TILL ALL YA BITCHAS CRAWL.
Ski ski ski ski!
Ski ski ski ski!
Dan bedoel je deze:quote:
TOOO THEE WINDDOOWWW, TO THE WALL! TILL THE SWEAT DRIPS DOWN BY BALLS. 'TILL ALL YA BITCHAS CRAWL.
Ski ski ski ski!
quote:Lil' Jon - Get Low
[Chorus]
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 6x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that
Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50th 11 times now can I play with yo
Paine line club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating
Me now nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now
She getting crunk in the club I mine she work
Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked
ATL. Hoe don’t disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this bitch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo ass where you at
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Now back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I’m drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain’t bout 50th
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm all out bitch I ain’t even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
wit yo little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass drity dance yin yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
Got dam (Got dam) ya ya’ll twreking alittle bit ladies
But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat
now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want ya’ll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
Voor dit lied werd een stadionspeaker van Zulte-Waregem ontslagen:
quote:Flip Kowlier - Welgemeende
Waarom benk ik zuo dikke
En ziej hie graetemager
Ip 't platteland doa kwjikken z'us goed ip
Wik i de latste gedachte
Vuo dai goat goan sloapen
Verzorgd u leugens nu toch o ne kji
En moest je 't nog nie weten
Nog ne welgemeende fuck you
Nog ne welgemeende kust min kluoten
En oi hie peist dak ik mie goa loaten doen
Oe ist nog met de wesley
Hardcore lik de bjisten
't Goa blikboar o nog goe kom dizze kji
Nu dak unne nummer goe vanbutten kenne
Zin der gin redens mi voer u te beln
Enk zoet wel anders wil
Nog ne welgemeende fuck you
Nog ne welgemeende kust min kluoten
En oi hie peist dak ik mie goa loaten doen deur da gezj�k
En achteraf is 't
Gemakkelijk gezeid
't Kan mie nie skiln
D'ai me nen andern vrijt
Doet de groetn an jun oeders
H'et ze were van de minne
woarek uteindlijk goegekeurd of nie?
Nog ne welgemeende fuck you
Nog ne welgemeende kust min kluoten
en oi hie peist dak ik mie goa loaten doen deur da gezj�k
D12 - shit on you
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...I will shit on you
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Girl you know
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Bitch or men
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies (uh huh)
blow 'em up if they ain't wantin' me
The national guard- they scared of huntin' me
I love beef- I got your hoe duckin' me
A drug thief- Bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs will keep your ass away from my corner
I drown niggaz in hundred degree saunas
You can act if fool if you wanna- BIATCH
It's this lyrical piranha- strapped with a grenade in a pool with yo' mama
attack her by the legs and pull her to the bottom
Twit lettin' up like a condom
Slappin' if you fuckas got a problem
When I see 'em- you hoes endin' up in a fuckin' mausoleum
or hidden in a trunk of a black and gold BM
Pull in a garage while you screamin'
keep the motor on and I'm leavin'
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I will shit on you I don't care who you are- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I don't give a fuck a-bout you or your car- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shhh...
I'm an alcholic- where's the fuckin' toilet
Pass the hot dog (Bizarre, aren't you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin' mouth
I'ma keep eating 'till Richard Simmonds comes to my house
with a chainsaw to cut me out (my house, my house)
Aww fuck your wife- I had sex since I met her
Too busy fuckin' your twelve year old baby sitter (ha ha ha)
And all women ain't SHIT
Only good for cooking cleaning and sucking dick- And that's it (I said it)
I'm responsible for killing John Candy
Got JonBennet Ramsey in my '98 Camry (she's lost)
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody
Truly yours- The Idoitic Bizarre
My adolescent years weren't shit to wait I do know
I never grew up- I was born grown and grew down
The older I get- the dumber the shit I get in
The more ignorant the incident is- I fit in
Ignorin' the shit? How boring it gets when there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit throwin' a fit (nope)
I know I'm a bit flaky- but they make me
It's they who hate me and say they can takee (c'mon)
It's they whose legs I break and make achey
It's they who mistake me make me so angry (urgh)
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I'll spit on you
Start pissin' and do the opposite on you
You weren't listenin'- I said I'll cop a squad on you
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordeu bleu and straight shit
like Notorious BIG did to that bitch on the skit on his last album
Pull my pants down and...
I will shit on you I don't care who you are- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I don't give a fuck a-bout you or your car- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shhh...
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin' (WHAT?!)
Born brainless this steel ain't stainless
Your blood stains all over this steel god-dangit
Bitch bring it!
These niggaz that I hang with'll hang u up naked by your ankles dangling
But need I stay straight when I don't need your help
If you won't gimmie ya pussy I'll unloosen my belt and (I'LL SHIT ON YOU)
I bet your daddy's not, your momma's kinda caught, your sister's chin crushed
Ya aunt supply ya rocks
Buck fifty 'cross your neck
Blow up your tech
I'll beat you across your chest
Yo It's only right I jack the car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun when I'm drunk I run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat your peeps down worse than Steve Stought
Put you in choke holds I learned last week from the police man
who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (hey, hey, hey!)
I see hoes fightin' y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like Deebo fightin' Peabo Bryson (uhhh)
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck what your hollerin' and yellin' about
I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin' skeleton out
Niggaz get hit with a 2-Peace BLING BLING
With a poisonous sting- I'm such a violent thing
I will shit on you I don't care who you are- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I don't give a fuck a-bout you or your car- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shhh...
Once I get on two hits of ex my disc slips and disconnects
'Till I walk around this BITCH with a twisted neck
but still shit on the first bitch that disrespects
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Over reaction is my only reaction which only sets off a chain reaction
that puts five more zany actin' maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack 10 9 millimeters
5 criminals pullin' heaters and spillin' liters of blood like swimmin' pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lot of people say misogynistic which is true
I don't deny it- matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by at the start of a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet (that's)
Boy girl dog woman man child
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Da da da da
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Da da..da da..
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...I will shit on you
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Girl you know
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...Bitch or men
I'LL SHIT ON YOU...I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies (uh huh)
blow 'em up if they ain't wantin' me
The national guard- they scared of huntin' me
I love beef- I got your hoe duckin' me
A drug thief- Bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs will keep your ass away from my corner
I drown niggaz in hundred degree saunas
You can act if fool if you wanna- BIATCH
It's this lyrical piranha- strapped with a grenade in a pool with yo' mama
attack her by the legs and pull her to the bottom
Twit lettin' up like a condom
Slappin' if you fuckas got a problem
When I see 'em- you hoes endin' up in a fuckin' mausoleum
or hidden in a trunk of a black and gold BM
Pull in a garage while you screamin'
keep the motor on and I'm leavin'
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I will shit on you I don't care who you are- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I don't give a fuck a-bout you or your car- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shhh...
I'm an alcholic- where's the fuckin' toilet
Pass the hot dog (Bizarre, aren't you Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin' mouth
I'ma keep eating 'till Richard Simmonds comes to my house
with a chainsaw to cut me out (my house, my house)
Aww fuck your wife- I had sex since I met her
Too busy fuckin' your twelve year old baby sitter (ha ha ha)
And all women ain't SHIT
Only good for cooking cleaning and sucking dick- And that's it (I said it)
I'm responsible for killing John Candy
Got JonBennet Ramsey in my '98 Camry (she's lost)
I don't give a fuck who you are
I'll shit on anybody
Truly yours- The Idoitic Bizarre
My adolescent years weren't shit to wait I do know
I never grew up- I was born grown and grew down
The older I get- the dumber the shit I get in
The more ignorant the incident is- I fit in
Ignorin' the shit? How boring it gets when there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit throwin' a fit (nope)
I know I'm a bit flaky- but they make me
It's they who hate me and say they can takee (c'mon)
It's they whose legs I break and make achey
It's they who mistake me make me so angry (urgh)
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I'll spit on you
Start pissin' and do the opposite on you
You weren't listenin'- I said I'll cop a squad on you
Start spillin' my guts like chicken cordeu bleu and straight shit
like Notorious BIG did to that bitch on the skit on his last album
Pull my pants down and...
I will shit on you I don't care who you are- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I don't give a fuck a-bout you or your car- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shhh...
Is Richard Pryor still alive?
If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin' (WHAT?!)
Born brainless this steel ain't stainless
Your blood stains all over this steel god-dangit
Bitch bring it!
These niggaz that I hang with'll hang u up naked by your ankles dangling
But need I stay straight when I don't need your help
If you won't gimmie ya pussy I'll unloosen my belt and (I'LL SHIT ON YOU)
I bet your daddy's not, your momma's kinda caught, your sister's chin crushed
Ya aunt supply ya rocks
Buck fifty 'cross your neck
Blow up your tech
I'll beat you across your chest
Yo It's only right I jack the car keys and run
Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns
For fun when I'm drunk I run a truck through the weed house
Jump out and beat your peeps down worse than Steve Stought
Put you in choke holds I learned last week from the police man
who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (hey, hey, hey!)
I see hoes fightin' y'all don't wanna brawl
That's like Deebo fightin' Peabo Bryson (uhhh)
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck what your hollerin' and yellin' about
I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin' skeleton out
Niggaz get hit with a 2-Peace BLING BLING
With a poisonous sting- I'm such a violent thing
I will shit on you I don't care who you are- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
I don't give a fuck a-bout you or your car- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch- I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
I'll shhh...
Once I get on two hits of ex my disc slips and disconnects
'Till I walk around this BITCH with a twisted neck
but still shit on the first bitch that disrespects
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Over reaction is my only reaction which only sets off a chain reaction
that puts five more zany actin' maniacs in action
A rat pack in black jackets who pack 10 9 millimeters
5 criminals pullin' heaters and spillin' liters of blood like swimmin' pools
Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too
A lot of people say misogynistic which is true
I don't deny it- matter of fact I stand by it
So please stand by at the start of a damn riot
If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet (that's)
Boy girl dog woman man child
I'LL SHIT ON YOU
Da da da da
Never in the entire history of calming down did anyone ever calm down after being told to calm down.
Dar Williams The Pointless, Yet Poignant, Crisis Of A Co-ed
I'm not a leader, i'm not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one,
But there was a time way back, many years ago in college, don't laugh,
But I thought I was a radical, I ran the hemp Liberation League with my
boyfriend,
It was true love, with a common cause, and besides that, he was a Sagittarius.
We used to say that our love was like hemp rope, three times as strong as the
rope that you buy domestically,
And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans,
But I knew there was a problem, every time the group would meet everyone would
light up,
That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rights, not to mention
chemotherapy.
Well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging,
And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the Treacherous use of Fur,
And he gave no apology, he just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of
oblivion,
He didn't pull up the sheets and I think he even smiled as he said to me,
Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke.
And I said, No, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid pothead,
And another thing, what kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use
of Fur?
Fur is already dead, and besides, a name like that doesn't make a good acronym.
I am older now, I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory.
And I still write to my senators, saying they should legalize cannabis,
And I should know, cause I am a horticulturist, I have a husband and two
children out in Lexington, Mass.
And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out, because he's in a cult.
And he's not allowed to talk to me.
I'm not a leader, i'm not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one,
But there was a time way back, many years ago in college, don't laugh,
But I thought I was a radical, I ran the hemp Liberation League with my
boyfriend,
It was true love, with a common cause, and besides that, he was a Sagittarius.
We used to say that our love was like hemp rope, three times as strong as the
rope that you buy domestically,
And we would bond in the face of oppression from big business and the deans,
But I knew there was a problem, every time the group would meet everyone would
light up,
That made it difficult to discuss glaucoma and human rights, not to mention
chemotherapy.
Well sometimes, life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging,
And so I found him in the arms of a Student Against the Treacherous use of Fur,
And he gave no apology, he just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of
oblivion,
He didn't pull up the sheets and I think he even smiled as he said to me,
Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke.
And I said, No, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid pothead,
And another thing, what kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use
of Fur?
Fur is already dead, and besides, a name like that doesn't make a good acronym.
I am older now, I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory.
And I still write to my senators, saying they should legalize cannabis,
And I should know, cause I am a horticulturist, I have a husband and two
children out in Lexington, Mass.
And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out, because he's in a cult.
And he's not allowed to talk to me.
Old enough to know better. Too young to care.
Godsmack - I Fucking Hate You
For everything you do
I'd like to swallow you
and every day I'm gonna blame you
even if you justify
every fucking bullshit lie
it only makes me want to break you
You pull me down
and you crusify my name
you make me insane
its broken now
don't ever look my way
don't even think I'm playing
Cause I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
your all the same to me
When you repeatedly
take adventage of me
the only thought I get of you
sickens me
Everybody knows your fake
you're everything I fucking hate
and I'm everything that you could never be
You pull me down
and you crusify my name
you make me insane
its broken now
don't ever look my way
don't even think I'm playing
Cause I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
your all the same to me
I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
your all the same to me
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
You pull me down
and you crusify my name
you make me insane
its broaken now
don't ever look my way
don't even think I'm playing
Cause I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
you're all the same to me
I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
you're all the same to me
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
For everything you do
I'd like to swallow you
and every day I'm gonna blame you
even if you justify
every fucking bullshit lie
it only makes me want to break you
You pull me down
and you crusify my name
you make me insane
its broken now
don't ever look my way
don't even think I'm playing
Cause I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
your all the same to me
When you repeatedly
take adventage of me
the only thought I get of you
sickens me
Everybody knows your fake
you're everything I fucking hate
and I'm everything that you could never be
You pull me down
and you crusify my name
you make me insane
its broken now
don't ever look my way
don't even think I'm playing
Cause I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
your all the same to me
I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
your all the same to me
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
You pull me down
and you crusify my name
you make me insane
its broaken now
don't ever look my way
don't even think I'm playing
Cause I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
you're all the same to me
I fucking hate you
your such a lier
I love to hate you
you're all the same to me
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
Striving to be more than average.
Guns n Roses - Get in the ring (is maar een stukje van het nummer)
You got your bitches with
the silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip projections
Who are you to criticize my intentions
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice
Pain!!
And that goes for all you punks in the press
That want to start shit by printin' lies
Instead of the things we said
That means you
Andy Secher at Hit Parader
Circus Magazine
Mick Wall at Kerrang
Bob Guccione Jr. at Spin,
What you pissed off cuz your dad gets more
pussy than you?
Fuck you
Suck my fuckin' dick
You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned
money to read about the bands
They want to know about
Printin' lies startin' controversy
You wanta antagonize me
Antagonize me motherfucker
Get in the ring motherfucker
And I'll kick your bitchy little ass
Punk
You got your bitches with
the silicone injections
Crystal meth and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip projections
Who are you to criticize my intentions
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Just like you I got my vices
I got a thought that would be nice
I'd like to crush your head tight in my vice
Pain!!
And that goes for all you punks in the press
That want to start shit by printin' lies
Instead of the things we said
That means you
Andy Secher at Hit Parader
Circus Magazine
Mick Wall at Kerrang
Bob Guccione Jr. at Spin,
What you pissed off cuz your dad gets more
pussy than you?
Fuck you
Suck my fuckin' dick
You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned
money to read about the bands
They want to know about
Printin' lies startin' controversy
You wanta antagonize me
Antagonize me motherfucker
Get in the ring motherfucker
And I'll kick your bitchy little ass
Punk
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