Answer with a line of lyrics.
Shamelessly stolen from a site that shall not be named.
Well, I went to the doctor
I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"
He said, "Let me break it to you, son"
Your shit's fucked up."
I said, "my shit's fucked up?"
Well, I don't see how-"
He said, "The shit that used to work-
It won't work now."
It’s cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak
escape was just a nod and a casual wave
Obsess about it, heavy for the next two days
A hundred steps I have to climb.Originally Posted by Within
I must ascend, but hear you groan:
You're cruel! Are we made of stone?
A hundred steps I have to climb :
Who wants to be a step? Not one.
"No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything, but little boys
That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm not psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bunghole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little poot poot, it's Ok!
Oops my CD just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl,
Girl, girl, girl,
Girl you know you're my world"
All she's got is the way he looks
Many miles on the other side
He had overheard her choice
And he delve off the cliff side
Sacrifice he just wants to help
Holds the world like a baby
Takes his mask off and lulls his head
Then she sees him in the screen
If there’s food for thought then I’m guilty of greed
Mama said take what you want – I took heed yea
Now let it breathe, yea
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I want to fuck a dog in the ass
Find the little evil perpetrator and feed him to the hungry alligator
You want it all, you want it all
Love is not about the profits nor the riches in your dreams
my flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed
by d'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses
the exorcist got me doing sticks like, "homie
you don't know me but the whole world owe me, strip!"
was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life
so now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice
throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
but now this higher learnin' got the remy in me
Last edited by Olduvai; 01-19-2014 at 07:59 PM.
Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating
but there are several other very important differences
between human beings and animals that you should know about
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
That's a song? Sounds dangerous ...
analeptic dog
to anamorphic cat
The mind is restless and difficult to restrain, but it is subdued by practice
-Krishna
So much for the golden future, I can't even start
I've had every promise broken, there's anger in my heart
you don't know what it's like, you don't have a clue
if you did you'd find yourselves doing the same thing too
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
What's that you said dawg? You wanna talk trash?
Let's see how tough you look with a dick in your ass
fuck that ****** shit, my niggas on that savage shit
fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it
the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round.
You spin my head right round, right round
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
When I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied
What you gonna tell your dad
It's like a wheel of fortune
And what you gonna tell your dad
If this wheel lets you down
(..)
Stop acting cool
Just bet you might win
...and my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover wanderer
Nomad vagabond
Call me what you will
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
Last edited by Aylen; 01-13-2014 at 08:59 PM.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Don't know what you think you sawCircling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
You didn't know at all
Lost sight of who you are
Keen to make a connection
Forced myself into dimension
Lost sight of myself
Entranced in irreversible thought
Believe in reality, I will not
Trained & taught
Blamed & crucified
Residual night time visual
Unclear sight strained
Irritate the ember of perception
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
rape as a weapon and not seeing both sex partners as active and strong is pretty messed up
Smack my bitch up!
I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
'Cause I got lyrics but you ain't got none
If you come to battle bring a shotgun.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I like the way you touch me there
I like the way you pull my hair
Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking, no, no
I like when you tell me 'kiss you there'
I like when you tell me 'move it there'
So giddy-up; time to get it up: you say you a rude boy: show me what you got now
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
So chickity-check yo self, before you wreck yo self
Cause big dicks in ya ass is bad for yo health
Face down, ass up, that's the way I like to fuck
I like the butt, it's my favorite position
I'm tired of the front, so that's why I'm bitchin'
Flip-flop it, baby, bend your ass over
In a full house spread, let me hold ya
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...&v=87H8xkKBv_U <---
Last edited by Aylen; 01-13-2014 at 09:14 PM.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
What's the deal baby?
Somethin for you dickridin motherfuckers
You non-believin ass motherfuckers
Heheh.. to all my niggaz I love y'all
Talkin jivey, poison ivy
You aint gonna cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I aint so blind I can't see
The mind is restless and difficult to restrain, but it is subdued by practice
-Krishna
Another place I find to escape the pain inside
You don't know the chances. What if I should die?!
A place inside my brain, another kind of pain
You don't know the chances. I'm so blind!
Deeper!.. Deeper!.. Deeper inside me!
To live a life that seems to be a lost reality
That can never find a way to reach.
My inner self
I stand alone!
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
These days drift on inside a fog
It's thick and suffocating
This seeking life outside its hell
Inside intoxicating
He's run aground
Like his life
Water's much too shallow
Slipping fast
Down with the ship
Fading in the shadows
Now a castaway
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Twisting,
Turning,
Through the never,
All that is,
Ever,
Ever was,
Will be ever,
Twisting,
Turning,
Through the never!
All I wanna do is *Bang Bang Bang Bang*
And *Click* *Ka-Ching*
And take your money
An unforseen future nestled somewhere in time.
Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs.
Judgment day the second coming arrives.
Before you see the light you must die.
Forgotten children, conform a new faith,
Avidity and lust controlled by hate.
(The) Never ending search for your shattered sanity,
Souls of Damnation in their own reality.
Hear our cry from down below,
let our restive spirits go.
You've trapped us in your world of sin,
let the plague begin, Damnation.
Your cities disappear,
to earth's interior, don't you know
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
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