some good songs based on lyrics and delivery, I wouldnt expect lyrics to jump out at me for everysong, but theyd require a listen...yall know what i mean

Quote :

"Artist: Common Sense Album: Resurrection Song: Sum Shit I Wrote"

Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot
Brew is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I just kick it
What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing
On my own two, down with my own crew
Told cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to snap off
When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse
I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight
When it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"
An eye for an eye, a life for what's right
Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links
And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith
Studied the missionary waitin on my life, the mic I rush like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote
Engage in a page, and with words I elope
Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the vows
That tie knots when I rocks like a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones
They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own
It's like that, coming from the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra
So keep on, and you don't, now come on
Ah keep on, and you don't

When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen card of credit
Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit
My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"
Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics
That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
Other studs come through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us weed and buying us brew
Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look up
Rest in peace to Heaven, I'm washing tons of rappers like Booker
Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the style that's sterile?
It's like that, keep on, ha ha
It's like that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock
I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
Back I got my rap cocked get your glock out the black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rap race is a rat race
Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you
hip-hop
You sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shit's starting to come back
The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack
I started eating cat when I was 10
Before then I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties
My style is steep, I rip rhymes on the incline
Splat guts bust fat nuts and lay up like a crypt line
I'm slamming, jamming on the one
I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on

The wordplay is just sick

[Edited on April 24, 2006 at 4:24 PM. Reason : f]

4/24/2006 4:23:52 PM

Quote :

"Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct"

Gotta love old ass programming references in a rap song... I still can't find that damn CD anywhere. Someone sell me theirs

4/24/2006 4:33:14 PM

http://isohunt.com/torrents.php?ihq=common+resurrection&ext=&op=and


no seeds ATM


anyway, I'd have to say my fave song in terms of lyrics is "HollaBack Girl," by my negro Gwen Stefani

4/24/2006 4:36:31 PM

yea i mean two references in one line

i didnt even know he was referring to programming languages

4/24/2006 4:37:15 PM

For the week, my favorite lyrics are:

Quote :

"Artist: Of Montreal Album: The Sunlandic Twins Song: The Party's Crashing Us"

You’re such a mystery; I just want to stand and stare
Nibble on your ear and smell the ocean in your hair
You know you damage me- you leave me tangled in a knot
But when you reappear, I see Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
Neptunian blues that eyes forgot

I only feel alive when the vu’s flashing alarms going off in my head
I want to grab you and just kiss you maybe I should sit down
No sense in cashing us now
Still I only feel alright when the vu’s flashing bombs going off in my head
I want to grab you want to scream at you no icing me down
The party’s crashing us now
The party’s crashing us now

Oh well we made love like a pair of black wizards
You freed me from the past you fucked the suburbs out of me
And all those ugly days that made us so sick
They are just fossils now we’ve learned the elevating trick
We’ve learned the elevating trick

4/24/2006 4:44:50 PM

Quote :

"we made love like a pair of black wizards"

i love that line

4/24/2006 4:48:23 PM

Quote :

"Artist: Bloodhound Gang Album: Hefty Fine Song: Foxtrot Uniform Kilo Charlie"

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny axe
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo, in the end know my intent, though
I brazillian wax poetic, so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo, in the end know my intent, though
I brazillian wax poetic, so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush


Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

4/24/2006 4:50:35 PM

"don't think twice it's alright" ~ dylan
"styrofoam boots" ~ modest mouse

4/24/2006 4:58:16 PM

Okkervil River

Seas too Far to reach

The ladies in my dream are so obliging.
They come on down to do the things I need.
Whether skies are calm or cut apart by lightning,
they’re always there to minister to me.

And at break of dawn
they’re sweetly shining,
and at quiet of midnight, cold and dim,
they say “don’t harm him.”
And when I wake
just as their eyes are crying,
I see that bed
and I just want to climb back in.

But let’s gather up your friends
and drive up to that country inn.
We can stay there, feeling water
warmly wash across our skin,
giving back all of our tears
so that we can cry them again.

You want to tell your dad you can’t believe he’s dying,
but let’s just walk on down the hall and shut our mouths.
The AM radio is broken down and crying
as on this hour drive we’re silent to ourselves.

Let’s go back up to your house,
And take our clothes off,
and just push and pull ourselves
until we’re deep inside of sleep.
And with your body next to me,
its sleepy sighing
sounds like waves upon a sea
too far to reach.

But I’ll gather up my men
and try to sail on it again,
and we’ll walk and quietly talk
all through the country of your skin,
made up of pieces of the places
that you’ve dreamed
and that you’ve been.
We will sleep outside in tents
upon this unfamiliar land,
and in the morning
we’ll awake,
as a foreign dawning breaks,
my men and I
we will awake
let’s try again.

I like the whole song a lot, but I marked my favorite part.

4/24/2006 5:07:49 PM

at this second...

"Two-Headed Boy Pt. Two" - Neutral Milk Hotel
"Less Than Zero" - Elvis Costello

4/24/2006 5:30:31 PM

Sucking on my titties like you wanted me
Calling me, all the time like Blondie
Check out my chrissy behind
It's fine all of the time
Like sex on the beaches
What else is in the teaches of peaches? Huh? What?

Sucking' on my titties like you wanted me
Calling me, all the time like Blondie
Check out my chrissy behind
It's fine all of the time
What else is in the teaches of peaches?
Like sex on the beaches, Huh? What?

Huh? Right. What? Uhh
Huh? What? Right. Uhh

Huh? What? Right. Uhh
Huh? What? Right. Uhh

SIS IUD, stay in school ‘cause it's the best
IUD SIS, stay in school ‘cause it's the best
IUD SIS, stay in school ‘cause it's the best
IUD SIS, stay in school ‘cause it's the best

Sucking' on my titties like you wanted me
Calling me, all the time like Blondie
Check out my chrissy behind
It's fine all of the time
Like sex on the beaches
What else is in the teaches of peaches? Huh? What?

Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away

Huh? What? Right. Uhh
Huh? What? Right. Uhh
What else in the teaches of peaches?
Like sex on the beaches
Huh? What? Right. Uhh

Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away
Fuck the pain away. Fuck the pain away

4/24/2006 5:35:14 PM

Well all's not well
but i'm told that it'll all be quite nice
you'll be drowned in boots like Mafia
but your feet will still float like Christ's
and i'll be damned
they were right
i'm drowning upside down
my feet afloat like Christ's
i'm in heaven
trying to figure out which stack
they're going to stuff us atheists into
when Peter and his monkey laugh
and i laugh with them
i'm not sure what at
they point and say
we'll keep you in the back
polishing halos, baking manna and gas
well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone i ever seen
he moves just like crisco disco
breath 100% listerine
he says looking at something else
but directing everything to me
ever time anyone gets on their knees to pray
well it makes my telephone ring
and i'll be damned
he said you were right
no one's running this whole thing
he had a theory too
he said that god takes care of himself
and you of you
it's all nice on ice alright
and it's not day
and it's not night
but it's all nice on ice alright

4/24/2006 5:49:55 PM

Admit it!

Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art

Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated path
It’s disgusting, its offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation

Oh, we’re not worthy

When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah (what do you..)

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my..
Guitar, guitar go!

I drift drift drift drift drift yeah
I drift drift drift drift drift yeah oh

And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
My car and my guitar
So you'll come to be, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead I'll rest

4/24/2006 5:55:17 PM

This impulse, so lazy
Fifteen days without a set change,
Forward yes kid counter-clock cross clutches
Three billion people
One fucking name.
Raise the flag of resolution
Live out your cycle,
Out here there's a new constitution every couple hundred miles.
Turn the bed back into a couch
A mattress tongue in a seventies mouth
Not a home, just some fucked-up home to spend time in,

I know I'm gonna pass and how these history books burn fast
All hail the myth of great control.

All hail the holes we shine in for three bucks at the door

And all along the way you sang hallelujah, save these souls
And the more and more you gave, the less you seemed to have your own
These labels, these long names,
Another construct
Hold up the mainframe,
Take the piss out
No eye contact for the haters
In the weather we're all wet the same.
I see the flags
I hear the standards,
Keep every frame on file
Self-installed, self-improvement stalls
Oh how throw ourselves at style.

Turn the bed back into a couch,
Put thank-you notes on the fridge
Heads out,
Flames rise, try not to feed them
Oh how we know when we're beaten.

I know I'm gonna pass and how these history books burn fast,
All hail the joke we're getting away with,
I've got the check but I'll have to post-date it

4/24/2006 6:04:33 PM

Quote :

"Artist: Ben Folds Album: Sunny 16 EP Song: All U Can Eat"

Son look at all the people in this restaurant
What do you think they weigh?
And out the window to the parking lot
At their SUVs taking all of the space

They give no fuck
They talk as loud as they want
They give no fuck
Just as long as there's enough for them

Gotta get on the microphone down at wal-mart
Talk about some shit that's been on my mind
Talk about the state of this great nation of ours
Poeple look to your left, yeah look to your right

They give no fuck
They buy as much as they want
They give no fuck
Just as long as there's enough for them

(oooaaahhhhhhhh)
(oooaaahhhhhhhh)

Son look at the people lining up for plastic
Wouldn't you like to see them in the national geographic?
Squatting bare-assed in the dirt eating rice from a bowl
With a towel on their head and maybe a bone in their nose?
See that asshole with a peace-sign on his licence plate
Giving me the finger and running me out of his lane?

God made us number one cause he loves us the best
Well He should go bless someone else for awhile and give us a rest
[They give no...]
Yeah and everyone can see
[They give no...]
We've eaten all that we can eat

4/24/2006 6:34:27 PM

Xiu Xiu
I Luv The Valley Oh

That's a pill and you've got to take it
That's a pill that you've got to take
That's a pill that you've got to take
I won't rest until you take it
That's a heart that you made
That's a heart and the both of you made it
That's a heart that you made
And I won't rest until I break it
It’s ‘histroic de la famile
It’s l’histroic de la FAM
It's 'histroic de la famile
And I won't rest until I forget about it
I won't rest until I don't care
I won't rest until I forget about it
I won't rest until I don't care
La La La La La La La La La
That's a razor and you will make a threat
That's a razor make million billion threats
That's a razor and you will make a threat
And I won't rest cuz I heard it all before
My behind is a beehive, there's a buzz in my backside
My behind is a beehive and I won't rest
while you break my will
Je t’aime the valley
Je t’aime the valley OH!!!
Je t'aime the valley
I am an orphan de la valley
And I won’t rest until I forget about it
I won’t rest until I don’t care
And I won't rest until I forget about it
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

4/24/2006 6:41:51 PM

Ahahahaha I love that song when he's just like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

4/24/2006 6:51:40 PM

yea its pretty crazy, the whole song drops for half a second and you're just greeted with this surprising painful yell.

4/24/2006 7:04:30 PM

when i saw the thread title the first song i thought of was "I Used To Love H.E.R." by Common

4/24/2006 7:07:18 PM

4/24/2006 7:13:37 PM

the best:

Kitty Cat and Cheri D, rev it up, let’s go, Beep! Beep!

Oh yeah, get in gear, fire it up, steer clear!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, fire up!

Fire up, rev it up, shift it up, floor it now,
And do you wanna smoke a Cuban cigar?
Fire up, rev it up, shift it up, floor it now,
And then we’ll take our lovin’ out to my car…

Do you wanna get in first? Let me know,
Come on and punch it, Beep! Beep! Beep!
Peel out in second, oh no! You love to go Beep! Beep!
Beep! Beep!

Fire up, rev it up, shift it up, floor it now,
I’m all in your trouble, and I don’t care,
Fire up, rev it up, shift it up, floor it now,
Let’s make out in my ride, babe, just let ‘em stare…

Then we slide up in third, I like that clutch,
You keep me movin’, Beep! Beep! Beep!
Take the fourth now, I like that touch,
You race me, baby, Beep!
Beep! Beep!

Don’t get ahead, don’t fall behind, stay between the lines, you know what I like..
Your foot’s like lead, what did you think I said!?
I hear a siren all hot wirin’, ooh, slide up the wall, don’t miss that turn!
Shift quick, baby, and make that rubber burn!

Fire up, rev it up, shift it up, floor it now,
We took the top down, baby, with buildings tall,
Fire up, rev it up, shift it up, floor it now,
You took my top down, baby, and that’s not all!

You wanna chase me? Come on, let’s go!
I got your fifth gear, Beep! Beep! Beep!
Come on and get me, your motor’s heat,
I’ll tailgate you, Beep! Beep! Beep!
You need a jump, or you wanna stop?
I’m on your bumper, Beep! Beep! Beep!
The flag is shakin’, I feel your steer,
Sweet love we’re makin’, Beep! Beep! Beep!


every time it comes on i just turn the radio up and sing

[Edited on April 24, 2006 at 7:37 PM. Reason : had to...]

4/24/2006 7:36:41 PM

Quote :

"Ahahahaha I love that song when he's just like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

would "I Love The Valley Oh" pass the Jon Morgan standard for acceptable work place songs?

[Edited on April 24, 2006 at 7:42 PM. Reason : ...]

4/24/2006 7:42:09 PM

Quote :

"Kings of Leon Soft"

I used to see you every day
used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
i danced to all your fucking soul
i left you with your nose a bleedin'
and your toes a creepin' around
ahhh so mundane and incomplete
hand my down my pants and get me off this street

I'm passed out in your garden
i'm in I can't get off so soft
I'd pop myself in your body
I'd come into your party, but i'm soft

Behind the fringe of a whiskey high
mutiliating cat like eyes
and in your nose blood decadence
you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing
you paint my fingers and you paint my toes
you let your perfect nipple show

4/24/2006 8:31:07 PM

Rudy wins this thread

4/24/2006 8:38:58 PM

Quote :

"would "I Love The Valley Oh" pass the Jon Morgan standard for acceptable work place songs?"

Are you fucking kidding me?

4/24/2006 10:06:10 PM

just wishful thinking.

4/24/2006 10:46:10 PM

This shit is so profound it makes me cry

what you gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump
My hump
My hump
My hump
My hump
My hump
My hump
My hump
My lovely little
lumps,

Check it out
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these iceies.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, got me sharin’
All their money got me wearin' fly, whether I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t takin’
We can keep on datin’
Now keep on demonstrating.


My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got you,
She’s got me spending.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me and spend your time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me,(uh) on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cause of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps, check it out!

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yeah let’s go
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money.
mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me.
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump,
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I’m a start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand, boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got you,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
~~What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.~~
What are you gonna do with all that breast all that breast inside that shirt ima gonna make make make you work make you work work make you work
She's got me spendin'
(Ooo) Spendin' all your money on me
and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Ooo) Spendin' all your money on me
(uh) on me, on me.

4/24/2006 10:51:10 PM

I like to have a good time
Any of my friends will tell you
So if you confront me with stupidity
I'm doubly angry at you

And I say : nip ! nap ! it's all a trap
Bo ! bis ! and so was this
Whoa ! whoa ! to haiti go
And watch it all come down
Ding ! dong ! a silly song
Sure do say something's wrong
Smile awhile, forget the bile
And watch it all come down

So I become more lively
To bury all of the ugly
Whole persons sometimes
Must be them bodies buried

And I say : nip ! nap ! it's all a trap
Bo ! bis ! and so was this
Whoa ! whoa ! to haiti go
And watch it all come down
Ding ! dong ! a silly song
Sure do say something's wrong
Smile awhile, forget the bile
And watch it all come down

And I toe the water
And an urchin poke me
An' I must be godfather
To anyone who'll have me

Today was another day full of dread
But I never said I was afraid
Dread and fear should not be confused
By dread I'm inspired, by fear I'm amused

And I say : nip ! nap ! it's all a trap
Bo ! bis ! and so was this
Whoa ! whoa ! to haiti go
And watch it all come down
Ding ! dong ! a silly song
Sure do say something's wrong
Smile awhile, forget the bile
And watch it all come down

4/24/2006 11:35:44 PM

daft punk - around the world

Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world

Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world

Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world

Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world
Around the world, around the world

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4/24/2006 11:52:58 PM

i would have laughed if you bolded one of the "around the world" lines.

4/24/2006 11:58:35 PM

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Pea

I’m a little pea
I love the sky the trees
I’m a teeny tiny little ant
Checking out this and that
I am nothing
So you have nothing to hide
And I’m a pacifist
So I can fuck your shit up
Oh yeah I’m small

Fuck you asshole
You homophobic redneck dick
You’re big and tough and macho
You can kick my ass
So fucking what

4/25/2006 3:43:22 PM