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| Maynard | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 9:11 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01  | Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it. Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered. You would cry, you would scream If you knew half the things I see. Please, please just do as I say, Repent and leave your evil ways. Meanwhile....planes drop from the sky, People disappear and bullets fly. Little grey men are coming our way, (Tastes just like chicken, they say.) Actually they're all around. Secret bunkers underground. Round 'em up, skin 'em alive, Rolling, rolling, rolling, rawhide. Carter is a clone. Dozen brothers 'round the globe. MJ-12 damned us to hell. Scroll & Key, Skull & Bone. It's only just begun. The best is yet to come. Area 51, The spawn of Babylon. Couldn't give a damn about "J.F.K.", Everything's conspiracy. Wouldn't be surprised if they have their way (Tastes just like chicken, they say.) I know it's hard to swallow. It must sound too far fetched. But you can bet your bottom dollar I ain't going like the rest.  | ||||
| Sluggo667 SLASH's New Buddy, but shhh... I am not allowed to tell anyone. | posted on 11-09-2001 @ 9:03 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Here's some real early stuff... You put me in the clutches of sin Making me a burning specimen Of worn animosity, just to aspire Leaving absolutely nothing behind But now it seems that the tables have turned Another dead end, another lesson learned One good turn deserves another So here it is, motherfucker You're just a semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine And I've gone ballistic Tooth and scratch Give me an axe to grind A practice made perfect, matter over mind I've got the urge, I've got the urge To clean up this place of your scourge If cleanliness is next to Godliness Then that would make you the devil Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike But the first law of nature is to defend one's life You're just a semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine And I've gone ballistic Mine eyes have seen the glory Mine eyes have seen the glory Grapes of wrath Grapes of wrath You're just a semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine Semi-automatic hate machine And I've gone ballistic And you're just a statistic  Sluggo667PROUDAMERICAN!!! This message was edited by Sluggo667 on 11-9-01 @ 9:06 PM | ||||
| FN Sluggo | posted on 11-16-2001 @ 1:38 AM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Oct. 01 | Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot And you know I hang like a hex on a barn Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file Above and beyond the hole nine yards Well I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets Jesse James couldn't even handle it Started looking at me like I was Sanskrit 'Cause in the Great Shining Path of the Great Monster Trucks There's no such thing as beginner's luck I'm the Dirty Dozen for the price of one Get it while it's hot, going, going, going, gone It's about time you started learning Started learning to come to where the flavor is Flavor is It's about time you started learning You started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is Flavor is The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country Where the washer's stuffed with money are growing like grass Junk bondage racks never cut you slack But that's the way the racket goes when rounding up green backs Don't hate me just because I'm beautiful You'll find that it's really not unusual When you're raised with The Good, The Bad, The Ugly A holy trinity in Flavor Country It's about time you started learning Started learning to come to Where the Flavor Is Flavor is I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle And you are my happy trail You are my happy trail You are my happy trail You are my happy trail The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country  Spitfire421 is "our" mommy...Does that make me..."us" STONER's by proxy? | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 11-16-2001 @ 8:33 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | It's a shame that there's only 3 of us that are into Clutch. By the way...you guys suck for bailin on me for the show last nite. Here's one of my favs... Went to the five and dime, bought myself a copy of Time, and on the cover was a woman that I knew when I was excavating in the mountains of Peru. I caught a plane to L.I.A. I didn't know what I would say. Maybe she would like me, I had lost a lot of weight since she had last seen me in 1988. Went to a local bar and ordered a cerveza, asked a man about the woman on the cover, dijo, "Claro que si, es el presidente's daughter." Asked him where she might me, "You did not hear this from me. The girl is a terrorista en las montanas a Chuquibambilla." Took a bus through mountains. Oh, my head was pounding. Got to stay strong and carry on. Got to stay strong, it won't be long. Arrived in the villa surrounded by guerrillas. Then my girl took me in her arms. She said, "How have you been? Oh, but I'll see you again." I woke up in a coffin underneath an altar to the east of Machu Pichu. Crawled from the royal tomb. The sun was bright, it burned my eyes. I knew that she was gone so I went down to the riverside and I cried. I went down to the riverside I went down and I cried. Muchas veces, I don't know if I'm coming or I'm going. Muchas veces, I'm at a loss as what to do. Muchas veces, I don't know if I'm coming or I'm going. Muches veces, I'm at a loss as what to do. My friend said, "She's nothing but pain." I said, "I still love her the same. All she needs is a little bit of love and I'm sure I can make her change some." "What about that girl in Zaire that you met while a volunteer? She got quite the education and quite the pair of legs on her." "Oh, she married an Englishman, a correspondent for CNN. She thought he was rather handsome in a UN blue flak jacket. Oh, I see where your coming from, but for me there is no other one. I must be on my merry way." Went to the five and dime, bought myself a copy of Time, and on the cover was a woman that I knew claiming she was a kahuna down on Oahu. Caught a plane to H.I.A. The sun was bright, it burned my eyes. I knew that she was near because I felt shivers on my spine. I felt fine.  you can have my isolation, you can have the hate it brings you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything People suck. | ||||
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