Totenkopf Skrevet 19. november 2003 Del Skrevet 19. november 2003 (endret) Bush - Speed Kills ------------------------ Nailing the dismembered member to the table, Hammer gleaming in my sweat soaked palm, First excruciating blow to the scrotum is struck, Hammering my genitals into a bloody pulp... Agonizing self castration, This hammer my tool of self-emasculation... Disfigured bludgeoned stump... Relentlessly smashing my own copulatory organ, Savagely striking the pulverized mess, Testicles crushed beyond recognition, Punctured, pulped, and pounded, Gouging out the pulsating gonads, The scrotal sac is lacerated and split, As the urethra is violently macerated, My prepuce is now flayed to bits... Collapsing of the corpus cavernosum, Completely liquefying the testis and scrotum... Experimenting with penile malleation, The excruciating pain causes urinal vesation... Disfigured bludgeoned stump... The seminiferous tubules are splayed, Rendering the organ sterile, Severing of the epidydimis, A vasectomy so vile... Endret 19. november 2003 av Soldier_448 Lenke til kommentar
sparks Skrevet 19. november 2003 Del Skrevet 19. november 2003 Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. Lenke til kommentar
Totenkopf Skrevet 19. november 2003 Del Skrevet 19. november 2003 Veit du hva sangen heter? Da OG KUN DA kan du skrive teksten til en annen sang. Som vi andre kan lure på hva heter ^^ Lenke til kommentar
simenn Skrevet 19. november 2003 Del Skrevet 19. november 2003 Bush - Speed Kills ------------------------ Nailing the dismembered member to the table, Hammer gleaming in my sweat soaked palm, First excruciating blow to the scrotum is struck, Hammering my genitals into a bloody pulp... Agonizing self castration, This hammer my tool of self-emasculation... Disfigured bludgeoned stump... Relentlessly smashing my own copulatory organ, Savagely striking the pulverized mess, Testicles crushed beyond recognition, Punctured, pulped, and pounded, Gouging out the pulsating gonads, The scrotal sac is lacerated and split, As the urethra is violently macerated, My prepuce is now flayed to bits... Collapsing of the corpus cavernosum, Completely liquefying the testis and scrotum... Experimenting with penile malleation, The excruciating pain causes urinal vesation... Disfigured bludgeoned stump... The seminiferous tubules are splayed, Rendering the organ sterile, Severing of the epidydimis, A vasectomy so vile... Exhumed - Horrendous Member Dismemberment -------------------------------------------------------- the cats were big as men and the girls would fly back and forth across the stage throwing glitter on all those down below so amused with second hand rage Lenke til kommentar
tjalla Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 ARTIST: The WhoTITLE: Who Are You Speed kills coming down the mountain Speed kills coming down the street Speed kills your presence of mind Speed kills if you know what I mean I got to feel woke up inside again I got to feel this broke or fix I got to feel, I got outside myself I got to feel when I touch your lips The things we do to the people that we love The way we brake is it something we can't take Destroy the world that we took so long to make We expect to come for some time I wish us safe from home To find yourself, in a foreign land Another refugee, outside a refugee How's it feel she's coming up roses How's it feel she's coming up sweet How's it feel it's all in spite of you How's it feel when she's out of your reach What happened to you What happened to you The things we do to the people that we love (repeat) Er vel "Bush - The People That We Love" Lenke til kommentar
swanky Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 the cats were big as men and the girls would fly back and forth across the stage throwing glitter on all those down below so amused with second hand rage Big Bang - The Elephant Man Lenke til kommentar
Jonki Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 tar dere den her, blir jeg imponert lykke til! Passenger on confessional course Unlock with the key you behold within Repair the shadow of your mind And come awake "Oh, dreadful angel of mine Enrich me with the vastness of being Rigid father, teach me to comprehend I'll commit myself to understand To be faithful and the instrument So that the ones with blindfold can see what i have seen That there is nothing inbetween For i am the accomplice..." Aghast and tender, indulged in sin Embraced by loneliness, legions who grin I blunder into the realms of slumber I collide with the obscure And see the last fraction of light go by Plundering the sanity from the insane And providing appearances in black Carefully swept in decadent spheres But faces in this world always remain darkened In circles of dominance, emotional deeps unite Fiction and transcendence woven together In the essence of purity lies wisdom Join the forces, the spiritual black dimensions What more do you need of proof Human hands conforming clooven hoofs For i know the secrets and lies behind all truths Knowlege is power and the power is mine It's all mine So let the children come to me And share the limitless ways to infinity Escape death and disease And behold youth and vitality Lenke til kommentar
sparks Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 Carly Simon - Another Passenger Lenke til kommentar
Thlom Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 ajaj, siden sparks ikke postet noen ny tekst så får jeg gjøre det : you're taking up lots of space your shit is everywhere your breath is all up in my face your hands are swarming in the air you're the first one out the car and then you're the loudest one in the bar tell me, is there something wrong, girlfriend? what's with this new version of who you are? so she lifts her chin and squints at me to assess what i think i know she says, my heart has some dangerous neighborhoods so beware where you try to go they say that the truth will set you free but then so will a lie it depends if you're trying to get to the promised land or you're just trying to get by what is a camera but a box of light? what is a guitar but a box of sound? you think i don't understand but i think i might what it is to harness the emptiness and just ride it around and maybe your chest is an empty shell with ribs of spiraling coral where a perfect pearl of sadness resides but if you ever need an ear i could just come and press it there listen to the sound of the ocean inside Lenke til kommentar
Suppelars2k Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 Ani DiFranco - Promised Land (thank god for google) Lenke til kommentar
mikk- Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 Ani DiFranco - Promised Land (thank god for google) Ingen som kommer på å poste tekst her eller? Lenke til kommentar
Totenkopf Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 Da Haltan glemte(?) å poste en tekst, benyttter jeg sjansen fetid copro, repulse dissected, mutilage abhorrent, scalpel, carnage stenching, rancid bowel juices mixed with deep red and dark piss excrement and cranio decorated, blastomed phallus inducing nausea, causes vomiting sickness awaking reek in the dusks, sights of necrocannibalism reek of shit, faecalized morbid molestation in the bloody hole lustful stabs around the cunt sodomized, fucked, raped and defiled bloody mush, splattered with sperm blasphemous enjoyment of gore inhumed lower bowel injected, infested by insects entering from the rectum, eating to the lower body reaching the scalped cuts, around the stomach providing easy access, in morbid lust maggots seep in the womb intestines and guts being devoured and consumed fermenting tissues digested rotting torso collapses hollowed out, empty corpus guts grinded, swarming around the lower bowel eating, feasting of the vile dilated abscesses bled dry, covered with excrements urine smeared, cranio decorated colonized Mutilating Lenke til kommentar
mikk- Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 DECAY - COLONIZE THE INHUMED --------- Do you wanna come to a party My friends picked me up in their truck at 11:30 This thing's at a frat house, but people are cool there Reluctant, I followed, but I never dreamed There would be someone there who would catch my attention I wasn't out looking for love or affection So I paid my 3 and the girls got in free Shined the beer for tequila and we headed into the party And then, in the backyard, some terrible ska band Someone in the background was doing a keg stand This place is so lame, all these girls look the same All these guys have no game, I wish I would have stayed In my bed, back at home, watching TV alone Where I'd put on some porn or have sex on the phone Far from people I hate, down from anywhere state Trying to intoxicate girls to give them head after the party And then, I saw her standing there With green eyes and long blond hair She wasn't wearing underwear, at least I prayed that She might be the one Maybe we'd have some fun Maybe we'd watch the sun rise But that night, I learned some girls try too hard Na na na, na na na, na na na Some girls try too hard Na na na, na na na, na na na Some girls try too hard to impress with the way that they dress With those things on their chests and the things they suggest to me Lenke til kommentar
Jonki Skrevet 20. november 2003 Del Skrevet 20. november 2003 Carly Simon - Another Passenger min post du ville fram til? Lenke til kommentar
Alastor Skrevet 21. november 2003 Del Skrevet 21. november 2003 (endret) Blink 182 - The Party Song Skaaaaaaal vi se.. All around me are familiar faces Worn out places – worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere – going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression – no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow – no tomorrow And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it’s a very very mad world mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy birthday – happy birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen – sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me – no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson Look right through me – look right through me And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it’s a very very Mad world . . . world Enlarge your world Mad world ^^Denne er lett. Endret 21. november 2003 av Alastor Lenke til kommentar
Wabby Skrevet 21. november 2003 Del Skrevet 21. november 2003 "Mad World" by Gary Jules Prøvde å finne sangteksten til Portveien 2 - Ta en potet, men skjærte seg... :S Lenke til kommentar
Alastor Skrevet 21. november 2003 Del Skrevet 21. november 2003 That's it Turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause they're sensing what I say I'm 45th generation Roman But I don't know 'em Or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show yer face on TV, then we'll see You're can't do half, my crew laughs At yer rhubarb and custard verses Yer rain down curses but I'm waving, Yer hearse is driving by Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky All stare, eyes glazed Garage burnt down, the fire raged For 40 days and in 40 ways But through the blaze they see it fade The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces Their figure emerges from the wasteage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white it all becomes clear They felt lifted from their fears They shed tears in the light After 6 dark years Young bold soldiers, the fire burns Cracks and smoulders 5 years older and wiser The fires are burning on fire, never tire Slave warriors in the forests and on higher We sing, hear the strings rising The war's over, the bells ring Memories fading, soldiers slaying Looks like Geezers raving The hazy fog over the bull ring, The lazy ways the birds sing A new babys born every day Few men may be spoilt today But look at things the other way Cos it may well be yer final day And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say I produce this using only my bare wit Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat, Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile Get all applications into before the deadline Cos it's a fine line between strife or crime And a life of crime But you will reach the day, and it's all mine You can take it or leave, I shake And reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater To the next life from the fortress Away from the knives and slaughter To their wives and daughters Once more before the law judges over all of us Cos in this place you'll see me Brace yourself, cos this goes deep I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me my apprentice Be brave, Clench fists. Lenke til kommentar
sebastgs Skrevet 21. november 2003 Del Skrevet 21. november 2003 The streets - Turn The Page --------------------------------- When a man lies he murders Some part of the world These are the pale deaths which Men miscall their lives All this I cannot bear To witness any longer Cannot the kingdom of salvation Take me home Lenke til kommentar
Thlom Skrevet 21. november 2003 Del Skrevet 21. november 2003 Metallica - To live is to die a wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard one day my father got his gun, shot it up they ran away ok a wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard and as my own dog ran away with them i didnt say much of anything at all a wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard as my little sister played the dogs took her away and i guess she was eaten up ok yeah my mothers cryin' blood dust now my daddy quit his job today i guess he was fired but thats ok and im sitting outside by my mud lake waiting for the pack to take me away right after i die, the dogs start running up towards the glowing sky they will receive their rewards Lenke til kommentar
simenn Skrevet 21. november 2003 Del Skrevet 21. november 2003 Metallica - To live is to die a wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard one day my father got his gun, shot it up they ran away ok a wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard and as my own dog ran away with them i didnt say much of anything at all a wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard as my little sister played the dogs took her away and i guess she was eaten up ok yeah my mothers cryin' blood dust now my daddy quit his job today i guess he was fired but thats ok and im sitting outside by my mud lake waiting for the pack to take me away right after i die, the dogs start running up towards the glowing sky they will receive their rewards Modest Mouse - Wild Pack of Family Dogs Mahna mahna (ba dee bedebe) mahna mahna (ba debe dee) mahna mahna (ba dee bedebe badebe badebe dee dee de-de de-de-de) (repeats) mah mama na mahna mah namwomp mwomp ma mo mo mana mo mahna mahna (ba dee bedebe) mahna mahna (ba debe dee) Mahna Mahna! (ba dee bedebe bedebe badebe debe de-de de-de-de) (long pause) ...mahna mahna? Lenke til kommentar
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