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His body was cold yet his face remained calmly He spoke differently, as if he was Godly Layin on the ground the gat still in his clutches Shoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many Dutches Situation, made me sober as fuck As he coughed up blood, tellin me he's stuck Gunmen, drove off in a Yukon truck Said a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessed Cause my hands couldn't cover all the holes in his chest His eyes told the story that his heart was diminished The ambulence took about a hour, ten minutes They didn't have to tell me that my Son life was finished I guess his heart never knew the love that was in it Yeah, word up, goin back If your heart stop beating I'll go back in time Make your heart beat again, real niggaz to the end It's all about cash, and the diamond rings Dedicated, cause real niggaz do real things Through his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of his Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is The blood drenched in his Armani linen I guess that's the karma of a thug when he sinnin From the beginnin, I reminisce the younger years When we were younger peers on the block pourin out beers And now the tears, I can't stop from comin I wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runnin It seemed stunnin, the way we started in the game I never wanted, my Son dyin in this pain Now the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill him Heard he's a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with him The Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget him But on the low, if I ever see him, I'ma hit him Yo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thug It's real love, this is what a real nigga does What yo, real niggaz do real things Word up, real niggaz do.. real niggaz, yeah Yo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yo The words cut like a knife, ma your son was shot Her mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart dropped She fell to the floor with her eyes in shock I was standin there stuck off the words I said |
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Worst thing to tell a mother that her son was dead Shoulda knew what love is, 'fore he learned what a thug is Now he left his kids to be raised by they mothers From the cradle to the grave we was like brothers Went to same schools and fucked the same bitches Pumped on the same block with the same snitches Burnin lye on the roof, talkin bout riches And I remember, when we was both five percenters Goin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin renters And now the end is, justifyin all the means That's just the story when you're dyin out in Queens and it's real, word up Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggaz Even if you don't get no bigger Finsta, Crash, presedential Confidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what? Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yo Begins, world currency The way the dollar bends, and it haunts me It wants me it traps me, in the hole Reachin for my soul, fuck it, yo |
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Another crazy lyric... "Daydreaming at breakfast" by: Danny Masseling (aka Angerfist) When I hit' a cripple with a baseball bat, and stabbed him in the head with this knife I had. I felt a sudden rush, like I never felt before. This total lack of conscience that opened up a door. A door to the dark side. A door to doom. A door to a pathway, that lead to a room. As I entered the room, blood came out of my eyes, and my hunger for chaos suddenly arised. It all made sense now, the world is great. Nothing is a coincindence, nothing depends on fate. The schizofrenic father, fucking his son dry in the ass. Early in the morning, just before going to English class. The escaped madman, running naked through the woods. Complete and total flashback to his ancient animal roots. Climbing the trees, his eyes catch a deer so weak. He jumps, bites the raw flesh, blood runs down his cheek. The arrogant millionair, raping his own staff. While his sons pisses on a coma patient, sets her on fire and laughs. Taking away a rubber duckie, from the kid you just gave it to. Then telling him his father is gay, and his ugly mother is too. Going out, and bashing an old lady in the neck. Tie a knife around your dick and rape her from the back. Sick infected crackjunks, sucking eachothers butts. Eating eachothers shit, and licking eachothers nutts. Butchering a baby, 50 seconds after birth. Then take the corpse to a slaughterhouse, and ask there what it's worth. The old horny farmer, that is fucking his own sheep. And rolling over in cowshit, while his wife is still asleep. Digging up dead bodies, and feed you with their brains. Leave this whole crap lying there, and vomit on their remains. This is the world we live in, this is our domain. So stop bitchin' about it, and just enjoy the pain... |
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REad the lyrics! |
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bumping this crazy thread for y'all to read |
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heh, I totally forgot about this thread ;) |
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Elbow - I've Got Your Number don't put this note by your face on the pillow don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools I pray you always need them I know what you have done throwing advice like grenades at the table you're spinning your wisdom in stories that change your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel grow a fucking heart love I know what you have done I've got your number you've got my number |
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that lyric sucked my pregnant goat's ass.......yeah, yeah, real niggaz |
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MAYVBE YOU FORGOT ABOUT IT CUZ IT SUCKS. |
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wow the shock value |
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"I'm scared of pretty ladies, they act like they're from Hades, they make my wiener tiny when I like it proud and shiny" |
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The lyric is from the DJ Krush album 'milite' and the track is 'real' featuring Tragedy. the song is not about shock value at all. |
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