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| Metalfan | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 9:12 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00  | I've been sittin' here trying to find myself i get behind myself i need to rewind myself looking for the payback listen for the playback they say that every man bleeds just like me and i feel like number one but yet i'm last in line i watch my younger son and it helps to pass the time i take to many pills it helps to ease the pain i made a couple dollar bills but still i feel the same everybody knows my name they say it way out loud a lot of folks fuck with me it's hard to hang out in crowds i guess that's the price you pay to be some big shot like i am out stretched hands and one night stands still i can't find love And when your walls come tumbling down I will always be around People don't know about the things i say and do they don't understand about the relationship that i've been through, it's been so long since i've been home i've been gone, i've been gone for way too long maybe i forgot all the things I miss Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this, I said it too many times and i still stand firm you get what you put in and people get what they deserve, still i ain't seen mine No I ain't seen mine I've been giving just ain't been gettin' I've been walking down that line So I think I'll keep walking with my head held high i'll keep moving on and only God knows why Only God... only God Only God knows why Only God... knows ... why, why, why only God knows why Take me to the river hey Take me to the river E-Mail Me  "What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach...So, you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants, well he gets! | ||||
| Fyfetallica | posted on 04-03-2001 @ 10:07 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | another kick ass Kid Rock song... Cuz growin up I was never the logical one packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back filled with spite staying high as a kite I was dealin and stealin everything in sight pool hustling trying to make that green I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13 working like a bitch like a god damn tank some disagree because me rents had bank but all that's gold non't always glitter so I'll take another puff from my one hitter I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme blow all my cash on cheap women and wine cause money, money, money ain't shit to me but I gotta make a lot just to be free Please God Please I'll pay any cost If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off there's too much hardship there's too much pain there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride but parasites can't fake the Rock and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot cause I hold key to my own success and suckers that step shall be put to rest yes, I hold the key to my own success and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest, so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter. not a generic dime a dozen M.C. never was in a posse never wanted to be now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of it and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign all this talk their gonna drop the bomb, but life keeps going on and on and on and on the world's end don't worry me and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin fussin with the girls they waste my time thrashin and bashin going out of my mind crucified by the critics everyday cause I ain't really got that much to say I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time I live my life just like the skipper but only at night because I'm a day tripper twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack but still life goes on visions of red shoot through my head and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.  Proud Graduate of the Drunk Boy School For Misfit Newbies.. I am a Jedi, like DB before me | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 04-04-2001 @ 12:08 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 |  Wasting Time I'm a pimp, you can check my stats And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack I rock all the tracks, so the world knows I love all the girls smack all the hoes Show love to those who come real with it Life's a bitch but I deal with it I'm in it to win it like Yzerman Can drink about 15 Heinekins I'm not born again but if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind It's been a couple of months in this smokey room Eatin' shrooms, drinking Boone's Writin' tunes and hoping to get One of these motherfucking songs to hit A little bit of love that's all I need A little inspiration in a bag of weed A seed to plant so my tree can grow You know I left my girl cause I don't need that H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Oh yeah Oh yeah Free my mind... Ooohhh yeah I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly A pawn in the game that's all I am Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it I'm free to do what I please little lady I was born at night but not last night baby I've been around, seen some things I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say But I got more time then Morris Day Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Smokin' and drinkin' I been sittin'here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind Tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin'...tryin' to free my mind I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking, smoking, trying to free my mind  We'll roll on with our heads held high Our conscience in the gutter Our dreams up in the sky ---The Living End | ||||
| Fyfetallica | posted on 04-04-2001 @ 6:47 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name But you don't know my game and never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits Now don't even trip, be a man instead Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin? People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed And fuck all you hoes 'Cause it's been a long time comin' But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I ain't no joke Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio...comin' from the R-O-M-E-O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax comin' correct Flat out...you diss me punk That's when I pull a strap out And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes 'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog...I'm the C-E-O Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O My motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln Four Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the fuck's goin' on in the D Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D And it's all good...I got love for my honkeys We roll thick...kick ass like donkeys Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum I'm going Platinum I'm going Platinum We're going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody Yeah we come to party I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and $700 dinners From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin' much respect from top record execs The cool Kid's comin' up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Motherfuckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you...got a brand new team No triple beams...it seems like a movie Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi No more fluzzies...only high class hoes Couple when it rains and a few when it snows A brand new nose to go along with my habit And a garden hose made out of 24 karat Bought a couple parots that like to squak And they sound like you and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc You?re too old to kid...too soft to rock Already did what most love shout 7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out And there ain't no doubt...in my mind That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time I'm go platinum I'm go platinum I'm go platinum We?re going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco I'm a freak hoe...call me sick Three foot nine with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And rake through kind like a bum through wine It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead Old as piss, but small as ass Watch me pass...smoke some hash You're raking grass while I'm raking cash High-ass voice like Aaron Nevelle And I'm down with The Devil Say we like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party We like to party, rock the party You like to party, rock the party Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Proud Graduate of the Drunk Boy School For Misfit Newbies.. I am a Jedi, like DB before me | ||||
| jap bike jim | posted on 04-04-2001 @ 3:32 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Dec. 00 | black chick white guy Black chick white guy Does it mean shit maybe I don't know but yo it never phased me But either way heres one tail Of two like that and what prevailed It started way back in the 8th grade In the small old town where the two both stayed He came from a family of middle class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so alone You know the same old tail of a broken home Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend Had three different kids from three different men And that's just the way shit was Couldn't change it couldn't rearrange it so there it was Anyway the two kept on With the phone calls notes and so on and so on And after the bullshit and whatten That day came the two started fuckin' All the time you know kids habit's Every single day fuckin' like rabbits Sneakin out the car when he was 15 Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet 9th grade came, I'm pregnant Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision But they decided to abort it It might have been right it might have been wrong But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up Where is it who is it how is it was it right These are the things he thought in bed at night A lot of people might laugh at this But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' Now as time went on the the two kept on They kept seeing each other off and on See she moved to the city and you know what happened Black chic with a real white accent Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger Still seein' that other kid on the side She kept most of her thoughts inside See all the first guy did was just love her While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her She was livin' all wild I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child She asked the first guy to have his baby He looked at her like she must be crazy He was makin' records and goin' on tour 20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor And all that while she sat at home and got macked If she stepped out of line she got slapped And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away And he did he got caught with a loaded gun And went to jail but first she had his son Ooohh and now what to do She had no man no money and no clue Now the other guy came back from tourin' And she called him up early one mornin' They hooked up her mind was blown As he began to raise her son as his own And that's a lot of shit to deal with man And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand And people still laugh at this shit Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' Now for the next year there was some good times A few bad times mostly good times See he was a ramblin' man to the bone He liked women and wine and he loved to roam Not like she was any kind of Saint See in this story there's a lot of red paint But time kept slippin' and made her crazy And she talked about havin' another baby The guy was like Oooh Lord We got one now that we can't afford But she convinced she could handle two Said I want your child or I'm leavin you I can't figure out why then he didn't run I guess he was attached to her and her son All confused about what to do That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too Slut Could barely pay her rent And then the same old shit, I'm pregrant And if that ain't some shit cuz The girl didn't even know who the father was And still by her side the first guy stayed Head gettin' more fucked by the day He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why And then a little girl on the Fourth of July Was born in the front seat of his car It was amazing Kinda like a shooting star He was happy told his family and friends Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his And that crushed him quick Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick But before he found all that out From the same chic another kid popped out And that shit's real ill Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill She must have known all along The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on Three different kids from three different men History repeats itself again And after some more shit got stirred He kicked that bitch to the curb And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit And he loves him But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life's a game I'm not playin' Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore I have taken my blows I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still standin' I'm still standin'   old and new | ||||
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