Voorbeelden van dit soort 'stoute liedjes':
Johnny Cash - A boy named Sue
Eamon - Fuck It
eels - it's a motherfucker
martha wainwright - you bloody motherfucking asshole
Rage Against The Machine-Killing In The Name
Prince-Sexy Motherfucker
Jules Deelder en Herman Brood-Oh Kut
Doe Maar-Heroine
quote:Sowieso neemt Nick nooit een blad voor de mond, net als bijvoorbeeld Liz Phair, Arab Strap, Fiona Apple en Adam Green.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
quote:Anti-Nowhere League - So whatOp 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
Neerlands Hoop - Nieuwe woorden leren
Kent u dat u koopt gehaast iets bij de supermarkt
't Is niet zo druk dus een kassiere zit al klaar
Maar bij de kassa staat een heer
En die legt zoveel pakjes neer
Dat het wel lijkt alsof-ie inslaat voor een jaar
En net als alles is geteld
Is er gebrek aan wisselgeld
Dus de kassiere weggesneld
En jij kunt wachten tot je smelt
Dan zou je toch wel even graag heel beschaafd willen zeggen:
"He hoerenjager donder op, met je verlopen pooierskop
Met je pokdalige gezicht, bezopen patser, vieze nicht
Kinderverkrachter, infantiele, impotente ouwe piel"
Kent u dat je staat te wachten op het stadsvervoer
Er staat een rij maar jij sluit netjes achteraan
En na een lang en koud kwartier
Dan komt de bus in het vizier
En jij als laatste wil dan net naar binnen gaan
De bus puilt uit maar het kan nog net
Je denkt wel dat je het nog redt
Dan komt een dame in korset
Die voorkruipt en jou buiten zet
Dan zou je toch wel even graag heel beschaafd willen zeggen:
"Verrotte, gore ouwe snol, jij uitgescheten kouwe drol
Je bent een vieze loopse hond, je kop is net een blote kont
Verrekte sloerie, lijpe trut, portiekhoer, slet, spinaziekut"
Kent u dat mevrouw meneer u koopt een nieuwe fiets
Want autorijden in het weekend wordt te duur
't Is een gezond en wijs besluit
En zondag 's ochtends rijdt u uit
Om te genieten van de zon en natuur
Dat is in jaren niet gebeurd
U ruikt hoe heerlijk alles geurt
Daar komt een brommer aan gescheurd
Die jullie haast de weg af sleurt
Dan zou je toch wel even graag heel beschaafd willen zeggen:
"He, vuile klootzak, parasiet, krijg toch de pleuris stuk verdriet
En ook de tyfus, kale neet, he kankerlijer lik me reet
Langharig tuig, stuk onbenul, syfilislijder, hondelul"
stomme idioot, genie van de Karpaten,
mottige malloot, rattenkop vol gaten,
kikvorst, potentaat,
hansworst, cervelaat,
lulverhalenrecensenter
liberale potloodventer,
hè hè, wat ’n feest,
lang genoeg beleefd geweest!
thermische zak, koekejoe, boletenvreter,
kermisklabak, ratjetoe, beterweter,
borgworm, Aartselaar,
projectontwikkelaar,
dilettante vlooientemmer,
dégouttante V.T.-emmer.
hè hè, dat lucht op,
ram het in hun domme kop!
slappe stalactiet, suffe klussenklooier,
stijve zwartepiet, hobbelpaard van Troje,
boskoe, aasgarnaal,
emoe, bergkwabaal,
spruitjesluchtverspreider,
bokkenrijder.
hè hè zie je wel,
die daar springt al uit z’n vel!
driewielertoerist, omnivoor, achterpoter,
verlepte bloemist, komfoor, kroonontbloter,
wisigoot, reptiel,
afstoot, hydrofiel,
variété troubadour,
chansonnier, liedjesboer,
over ‘t paard getilde,
Jan de Wilde.
hè hè, wat ’n lol,
ik viel even uit m’n rol.
You’re a selfish narcissistic psycho freaking
bootlicking nazi creep,
and you can't handle me
Vuile vieze teringhoer
Gore kankerslet
Smakeloze lichtekooi
Krijg in je liezen smet
Dikke loopse takkenteef
Afgebefte del
Gratenkut met weerhaken
Ik gun je een gezwel
Zuigzeug
Vuile slettebak
Met je tieten van een mug
Gore sloerie, vieze snol
Kom toch bij me terug!!!!!
Alhoewel dat niet echt een liedje is, maar meer een "gedichtje"..
quote: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.
quote:I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need your religion
I don't need a thing from you
I don't do what I've been told
Your so lame why don't you
Just go
Die mother fucker die mother fucker die
I don't need your prison
I don't need your pain
I don't need your decision
So what should I do
I don't need your approval
I don't need your hope
I don't need your lectures
I don't need a thing from you
I'll be sorry when I'm old
You're so full of shit man
Just go
Die mother fucker die mother fucker die
BOOM
I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do
I'll be sorry so you've said
I'm not sorry
Bang You're Dead
Die mother fucker die mother fucker die
Die
quote: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
quote: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!
quote: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!
quote: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?
Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet
Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket
Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker
Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter
quote:Kon het niet laten..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,
love bitin, arse lickin, shit stabbin, mother fuckin,
spunk lovin, ball bustin, cock suckin, fist fuckin,
lipsmackin, thirst quenchin, cool livin, ever givin
USELESS MAN"
quote: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
quote: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
quote:As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
got to compete with the whily japanese
there's too many home fires burning
and not enough trees
so fuck all that
we've got to get on with these
Can't stop lose job mind gone sillicon
wath bomb get away pay day make hay
break down need fix big six
clickity click hold on oh no brrrrrrrrrrrring bingo
make em laugh make me cry make em dance in the aisles
make em pay make em stay make em feel ok
not nah John
we've got to get on with the film show
hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
who cares what it's about
as long as the kids go
not now John
got to get on with the show
hang on John
we've got to get on with this
I don't know what it is
but it fits on her like..............
come at the end of the shift
we'll go and get pissed
but now now John
I've got to get on with this
hold on John
I think there's something good on
I used to read books but............
it could be the news
or some other abuse
or it could be reusable shows
fuck all that we've got to get on with these
got to compete with the wily japanese
no need to worry about the vietnamese
got to bring the russian bear to his knees
well, maybe not the russian bear
maybe the swedes
we showed argentina
now let's go and show these
make us feel tough
and wouldn't maggie be pleased
nah nah nah nah nah nah!
s'cusi dove il bar
se para collo pou eine toe bar
s'il vous plait ou est le bar
oi' where's the fucking bar John!
quote: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
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.
quote:De jeugd van tegenwoordig- watskeburtOp 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......
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.
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.
quote:Smaken verschillen. NogalOp dinsdag 30 december 2008 04:30 schreef lubje25 het volgende:
[..]
De jeugd van tegenwoordig- watskeburt
Je bent een jambek dat zeurt......
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
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
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!!)
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
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
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
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!
.
Voor de mensen die hem snappen
quote:En jaren daarvoor had Verona al Kilo Utrecht Tango.
Klik hier voor de video.
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?
quote:Op woensdag 31 december 2008 11:59 schreef Luiaerdt het volgende:
Steen.. met alles?
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.
staat voor Fuck Me Like You Hate Me
quote:Tool - AenimaSome 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.
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
Ski ski ski ski!
quote:Dan bedoel je deze:
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)
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
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'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.
quote:Frankee - Fuck you right back!
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
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
Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbor
So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Do you get, do you get a little kick
Out of being small minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it
Do you, do you really enjoy
Living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you
You say you think we need to go to war
Well, you're already in one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Maar evengoed bedankt.
Ben Folds