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DreamWeaver | posted on 03-28-2001 @ 11:54 AM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | I got a pickax in the trunk of my car I'll put it on the grinder to get it real sharp There's an ugly green monster in my head Won't leave me alone Until you're dead I called your house but you couldn't be reached So I took the D train to Brighton Beach You're doing the thing with a brand new man Checking out the stars Screwing on the sand Kill you Kill you Punishment Kill you Took some steriods and adrenaline Finlandia vodka and hallucinagens Mixed it with blood and orange juice Liquid protein and ice cubes Staring down at your sweaty embraces Put my tool right through your faces Well buddyboy I hope you enjoyed her 'Cause I'm an equal opportunity destroyer Kill you Kill you Punishment Kill you I'll kill you tonight | ||||
OA.com's Bodyguard Anger problem? What anger problem? I hate the fucking mud! USA | posted on 03-30-2001 @ 12:02 AM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I'm assuming you mean Type O Negative here DreamWeaver. Here's another one for ya. Black No. 1 She's in love with herself She likes the dark On her milk white neck The Devil's mark It's all Hallows Eve The moon is full Will she trick or treat I bet she will She's got a date at midnight With Nosferatu Oh baby, Lilly Munster Ain't got nothing on you Well when I called her evil She just laughed And cast that spell on me Boo Bitch Craft Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing Dye em black Black No. 1 Little wolf skin boots And clove cigarettes An erotic funeral For witch she's dressed Her perfume smells like Burning leaves Everyday is Halloween Loving you was like loving the dead Proud new papa of "What are you speaking? German Brian? German! Jermaine! Jermaine Jackson! Jackson 5! TITO!" Proud graduate of NJDude's School of Rock | ||||
Fyfetallica | posted on 03-30-2001 @ 12:44 AM | ||||
Psychopath Registered: Aug. 00 | Hey Black No. 1 kicks ass, only song i like though Adopted by Drunk Boy | ||||
Mr. Brownstone | posted on 03-30-2001 @ 12:54 AM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | LOVE YOU TO DEATH In her place one hundred candles burning As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes and let me love you to death Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging I say the beast inside me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Let me love you too Let me love you to death Hey am I good enough for you? Hey am I good enough for you? Am I? Am I? Am I good enough for you? We'll roll on with our heads held high Our conscience in the gutter Our dreams up in the sky ---The Living End | ||||
spitfire421 | posted on 03-30-2001 @ 10:06 AM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Right wing commies. Leftist Nazis. Point their fingers. Rumours linger. We don't care what you think. Branded sexist. Labelled racist. Want it clearer? Check the mirror. We don't care what you think. Lies and slander in vain try to shame us. Riots, protests, violence just makes us famous. TV interviews, free publicity. Increase record sales dramatically The left they say I'm a facist. The right calling me a communist. Hate hate hate hatred for all - one and all. No matter what you believe. Don't believe in you - and that's true. Some would say that we're biased. Accusations that we are racist. Well, shit comes in all hues. Now this means you. Cause things ain't always like they seem. Like they seem. We hate everyone. We don't care what you think. This message was edited by spitfire421 on 3-30-01 @ 10:07 AM | ||||
Banana_juice | posted on 03-30-2001 @ 10:18 AM | ||||
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I Know You're Fucking Someone Else Trust and you'll be trusted Says the liar to the fool Lust - so what if you're busted? In love and war there ain't no rules Do you believe in forever? I don't even believe in tomorrow The only things that last forever Are memories and sorrow Out of sight out of mind The motto of betrayal The prophets preach to forgive and forget I'm sorry, but I am unable You went to L'amour Saturday night Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight His tongue down your throat His hand up your skirt Yeah I'm a man But it still hurts Slut Hooker Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) You had cock on your mind And cum on your breath Inserted that diaphragm before you left Practicing freelance gynecology Where there's a womb there's a way With you it's for free Slut You bloody whore Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) Done it before So many times I refused to learn my lesson Gave 'til it hurt I thought it was right Only fools make mistakes twice So I sit home Drinking alone Empty bottle in my hand Don't even try To sort out the lies It's worse to try to understand You make me hate myself I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- proud graduate of Newbie University. Honor Student of Lord Magus's class. E-Mail Me | ||||
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