Favorite Lyrics
Post some of your favorite lyrics here. They can be a line, a verse, an entire song, etc. It can be whatever -- something deep, something funny, something outrageous -- whatever.
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Hot enough to make the Devil cop a lemonade
----- [OneBeLo] Verse two, I met her at my J-O-B Everybody thought she looked like T-Boz from TLC (she was FINE!) We was friends in the beginnin, talkin on the phone One time, I spent a night, ever since then, had it goin on (bang, bang) Now guess who's movin in the crib with her and her two kids Her crazy baby daddy on some Glenn Close shit (crazy dude) She told me how he used to beat her, and badly bruise her Said if I was the man of her dreams this other kid was like Freddy Krueger (nightmares) "All men ain't shit," I felt like I had somethin to prove to her Tried to stay faithful (I tried) tried to keep food on the table Plus start a record label (damn, shit) I'm breakin my back Cause I ain't got it like that, see I was only 21 and that's a lot of weight to carry Plus we wasn't even married We had ups and downs, yeah I made some mistakes Now she all up in my face talkin bout she needs space Confused, and don't know who to choose It was a blessing in disguise cause it opened up my eyes It helped me realize that it wasn't meant to be I guess she figured if she satisfied me sexual-ly Then, I'd be a sucker for L-O-V-E But guess what, I'm not a sucker for L-O-V-E (hell nah) And just because you got the good sex girl I'm out like Guru (girls look sooo good) ex-girl to the next girl Time go by, I'm still rockin the mic I heard through the grapevine she got back with Ike One day I see her at the store, surprise, surprise She wore sunglasses (sunglasses) to cover up the black eye Talkin bout she wanna give it one last try Smiled, but I could tell she wanted to cry She said, "Think about it" - I said, "Nah baby chill" You could tell I wasn't jokin by the look on my grill She said, "What's the matter, don't you love me the same?" I said you used to be fly but you crashed your plane |
Iced Earth - Framing Armageddon (Something Wicked Part 1)
Centuries pass step by step Revelations coming threat Sand of time dark intent Divise creeds breeds discontent Prophecy, stars collide Born is he who turns the tide Ancient rage, vehemence Indignation and torment Dark equation, astrology(FRAMING ARMAGEDDON) Armageddon, the reckoning Revelation, astral beast(FRAMING ARMAGEDDON) Armageddon, the reckoning Shallow views, intolerance Jewish, Muslim, Protestant The root of man's insolence Lies in fear and arrogance A valid threat if they unite Moses, Muhammad, Jesus Christ Born of man with second sight Twist their words we will divide Dark equation, astrology(FRAMING ARMAGEDDON) Armageddon, the reckoning Revelation, astral beast(FRAMING ARMAGEDDON) Armageddon, the reckoning If humans learn what's truly at stake And of the birth of Set Abominae Their primitive minds, a maddened state, no Frame it as the Elder deemed Frame it our way Framing Armageddon! Framing Armageddon! Framing Armageddon! Framing Armageddon! |
Eminem's just don't give a fuuuuuucckk
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Biggie's verse from Notorious Thugs:
Armed and dangerous: ain't too many can bang with us. Straight up weed, no angel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass niggas that love to bust. It's strange to us, y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin' here tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins. Nigga, you'd should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you. Been in this shit since ninety-two. Look at all the bullshit I've been through: so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or two. Then a blue light, niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked with. Muthafucka, better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit. Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I gotsta like one. Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run? Seems to me that you'll take B, Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly. I'm a tell you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything 'round me. Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me. Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it. Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin' in it. Doesn't it seem odd to you? B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews. Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew. Who's the killa: me or you? |
Tom Waits - Bad Liver and a Broken Heart
Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair, She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath, He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell, And some guy's trying to sell me a watch And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems, You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory, And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care 'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more, And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more, 'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames, It ain't like asbestos It don't do nothing but rest us assured, And substantiate the rumors that you've heard |
D12 - Fight Music
You know why my hands are so numb? My grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum |
Stop playin wit me cannon in my hand
And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land Intercept a niggas plans ineffective ass nigga I'm fuckin fire man but I'll wet that ass nigga My vessel pump liquor I'm a special ass nigga No frontin I'm in front of these extra last niggas I'm a extra bad nigga I'm a side ways shooter Open up the maserati fuck the high way troopas Cuz nowa days dudes a run and tell a troopa So I hope that same trooper come find u when I lose ya (hey) These niggas talkin out tha side of they medulla Preserve a nigga put his body in a cooler Turn hI'm into ice call me weezy the jeweler Run up on me boy and get smoked like buddha Who the fuck wanna get it in ya next break Gasoline on yo door steps... fire |
You know me, I just be chillin in the phantom, listenin to opera
Gun is my body guard, call it Kevin Costner Probably won't stop if, I get to poppin them shots You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots Fuck around, see a flock of red dots Smoke good, eat good, only fuck a bitch If her dough good, feet good, just bought a fleetwood And I'ma put some D's on that bitch Lookin like I got a diamond disease on my wrist Fresh! bunch of little G's on my kicks I'ma dog, your all a bunch of fleas on my dick Young Money Cash Money, and we gon' get the money even if it kills ya'll And I'ma ride, 'til the muthafuckin wheels off George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on I'm cold, yeah I get my Buffalo Bill on Beatin up ya block, yeah I get my Emmitt Teal on In the New Edition, yeah I get my Johnny Gill on Keep a shotgun, yeah I get my Jason Wheel on Fuck it Swizz, I'm still gon' black entertainment, yeah I get my Steven Hill On Only to talk models, yeah I get my seal on Make that chick rock, get my Emil on Two girls, let 'em get they pill on Let 'em get they feel on, I get my Tip Drill on Hey, now why you that ice grill on? I leave you lookin like you got a barbeque grill on Yeah, we got money to the ceiling Real nigga, I get my Keep It Real on And they be lying on wax, like a earphone Weezy Baby, the best from here on Swish, I'm in gear homes They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam No homo, let em get they queer on No commercial, I just take the leer home My girl she get her pampoir on She don't touch me, I got cashmere on I ball, and you just Erik Dampier, dawg I'm dirty, I get my Bill Lambier on Weezy the Beast, Swizzy the Monster and we're gone |
What Lil Wayne song is that?
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Nile - "As He Creates, So He Destroys"
Never does he receive supplicants in his black hall of uncouth angles. Nor does he ever hear prayers, or answer them. Endlessly he pipes. Endlessly he devours his own substance for his hunger is insatiable. As he consumes his own waste, after the custom of idiots. As the god creates, so he destroys. Job For a Cowboy - Embedded An incision leads to the future of the new world. A mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will divide and distinguish man. Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead. Reoccurrence of modern times and scriptures. Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood. In the extent all will hold something very similar and accordingly. All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature. In a new world with suppressing technology. Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh. Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital. Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net. A conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom. No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only presenting itself as a form of an object. Fragments of ash flow through the atmospheres currents. Onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped. The demon's solution, a new world order. ...and some Cattle Decapitation is always fun. "Testicular Manslaughter" Perpetual multiplier. Procreating bastard. Ever had your gonads smashed by a ball-peen hammer? Ever been forced into a vasectomy by an axe-wielding homovore? Do you know the word pain? You will when the mallet falls. Again and again and again and again. I've a shotgun aimed at your testicles. To shred your testes and sever adjacent vesicles. Cold vengeance on a rapist. Immediate testicular shape-shift. Your manhood disintegrates and the stream starts to flood. A shimmering mix of spermatozoa and blood. Another human off the face of the earth! A new vagina to replace it's absence of girth. It rubs the feces on it's skin. Or else it gets the hammer again. Torture. Through blunt castration. Slaughter. Repeated testicular emaciation. For your gross misconduct. The tables are rightfully turned. The urethra now a bile duct. The frayed ends of karma are burned. A gaping gash of reproduction. Seminal waste of testosterone that ceases to function. Asexual freak. No longer of the male persuasion. Your miserable heap of disfigurementation. Brings thousands of victims vengeance and elation. Sulfur and buckshot. Decimating your crotch. |
First one is called "Burn This City" . Second one is called "Swizzy". Both real hot joints.
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Just listened to both on youtube. Burn this City is the shit. I think I've told you before but check out 1000 degrees. This dude's mixtapes fuckin KILL IT. Da Drought 3 > any other mixtape I've heard
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I was just listening to that yesterday. I think they changed the name to "I'm me". I listened to it like 10 times repeat, Lol.
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Bone Thugs N Harmony ft. Twista - C-town
[Chorus: repeat 3X] C-town's how we ride Chi-town's how we ride Midwest how we ride Come see how we ride [Verse: Twista] now feel the devistation and unification of the thugs in the middle of the map these niggas finna snap spit it for niggas that bit it then give them the buisness they gonna feel it when we jack and be quick with it, be crack hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I'ma see who I ain't fuckin' with the Midwest you could try attackin' me and bombin' me I'ma be spittin' so fast, they wanna ask how he did that? Bone Thugs and we gotta spit a hard flow it's worthy compitition everywhere that I go but ain't no messin' with cleveland or chicago Ballin' through the hood in a Murcielago Or Gallardo, or Ferrari, or Diablo As long as the car go quick, flow so sick Thought it was drama between Bone and Twista we do it like this [Chorus] [Verse: Layzie] I'm from a place, really ain't safe, Cleveland the birthplace Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty tim's in the winter with the j's in the summer all four season's we stay workin' ride with a g' come and slide with a g' with the true's on the lac we can ride to the beat light it up, let it burn when you vibin' with me gotta keep it real to survive in these streets come see it for your self how live it can be been walkin' to the chi back down to the d michigan, illinois, sho-nuff killa boys standin' on the corner at 10 degrees we got pimps, dope pushers, and petty thieves crooked ass cops won't let me breathe all my love for the city won't let me leave what they expect from me? they want the best from me they gonna get it, yeah [Chorus] [Verse: Krayzie] I think it's time we show them bone, how we ride and let everyone know just where we come from Midwest bounce it's that bounce that make a nigga feel it when he off that ounce of the mary mary mary jane we the niggas showin' them different side of thangs never seen a nigga that switched the rhyme this way now everybody run and flip they style today yup it's kinda strange but a nigga got to give it up to the Midwest who made 'em pick up the page before they get left get a little bit of Twista and hit that roll it up with some bone thug sit back just feel the vibe and ya never let a player hater kill ya high with this shit we be spittin' we gon' steal ya mind once again it's the Midwest side (West-side) [Chorus] [Verse: Wish] you can tell by the way I walk, the way I flow from around here nigga Midwest where the weed ain't the best but we came up now we get flew from the West coast, (West coast baby) we flow fast so many words in one bar we spit it, rap it, nigga better go hard who the underdogs the West done done it the East done done it the South hard they keep it togather, (together) on the same level Midwest got the weapons it's ours here them thugsta's, no care we like to fight, (fight) on the West we get right, (right) in the East it's about they favorite night in the South it's whatever ya like [Chorus] |
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