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  1. #111
    Meat Tornado DiscoBiscuit's Avatar
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    A lot of people ask me
    Where the fuck I've been at the last few years
    Shit I don't know
    But I do know - I'm back now.

    Here comes the rain and thunder now
    No where to run, to run til now
    I disapeared you wonder how
    Looking for me, Im underground (x2)

    Dre. Im down here under the ground
    Pick me up, broken tibias fibias yeah fix me up
    60 sluts, all of them dying from mass fixia
    After they sit pissed through Cristopher Reevs sippy cup
    Dixie cups, tonsils, boxes of oxipads
    Enough oxi-cotton to send a fucking nox to rehab
    Whack job in a bag and a black stalking cap
    Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match (He cant say that)
    Yes he can, I just did faggot, now guess again
    Better text messege your next of kin,
    tell em shits about to get extra messy especially when I flex again
    Throw a fucking lesbian into wetzy men
    Faggidy, faggidy, fagidy, ragidy ann and andy, NO! ragidy, andy and andy NO! it cant be, it cant be
    Yes it can be, the fucking anti-christ back danty and satan in black satin panties
    This is amity ville, collamity god damn it insanity pills fanny pack filled with zanies
    Through every nook and cranny looking for tranny's
    Milk and cookies spilled on my silk Negligee lookie
    Razor-ba-lades with me to make you b-leed,
    cases of maybelline make-up laying on the table with weed
    Slim shady shit sounds like a fable to me
    Until he jumps out of the fucking toilet when your taking a pee.

    Here comes the rain and thunder now
    No where to run, to run til now
    I disapeared you wonder how
    Looking for me, Im underground (x2)

    Six semen samples, 17 strands of hair
    Found at the back of a van after the shooting at the vanity fare
    Hanna Montanna prepare to elope from a can opener and a pea cut open like a canalope and candy bears
    Glad bags, yeah glad to be back, because last year was a tragidy that landed me smack dead in rehab
    Fucking doctor, I didnt understand a damn that he said
    I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
    Two weeks in brightened, I aint enlightened
    Biting into a fucking vicadin like im a vikin
    Oh! Lighten the striken, oh might be a fuckin sign, not like Im a psychic
    Evaluation fuck Jason its friday the 19th
    That means is just a regular day and this is the kind of shit I think of a regluar lay
    Fucking lesbians should have had her legs in the way
    Now shes pregnent and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay.

    Here comes the rain and thunder now
    No where to run, to run til now
    I disapeared you wonder how
    Looking for me, Im underground (x2)

    Tell the critics Im back and coming
    Spit it back in abundance
    Hit a fag with onions and split a bag of fonions
    Mad at me understandable, canable shooting animal light up a cannon and have him catapult adding a dog!
    Captain of a cult, with an elite following to turn halloween back into a trick or treat holiday
    Have Micheal Myers looking like a liar, swipe his power
    Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers
    Hit Jason Forbes with 40's
    Stuck a expository up his ass and made him tell him his story
    Gave hannibal lector a fucking nectarine
    sat him in a fucking fruit and vegtable section and gave him a lecture
    Walked up elm street with a fucking wiffle bag drew
    fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissor Hands too
    Came out with a little scratch, ooh
    Looking like a got in a fucking pillow fight with a tripple fat goose
    Insanity, can it be panity, where is the humanity
    And having a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputy
    Straight jacket with a hundred eight bracketen
    With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it
    Cut your fucking head off and ask you where your headed off to,
    Get it headed off to (haha)
    Medic this head looks awful
    this anisthetic is pathetic so is this diabetic waffle
    And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco

    Here comes the rain and thunder now
    No where to run, to run til now
    I disapeared you wonder how
    Looking for me, Im underground (x2)

    So, it wasnt a choice, it was I had to do this.
    And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share, Thanks.

    Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?

    Yeah I got something I want to share-

    When you walked through the door you were queer to me
    So come here baby boy, just come here to me
    You're a cock boy, everybody wants you
    You're gayer than you would ever claim to
    I won't have to rape you
    So homie lay down down down
    lay down down down
    lay down down down
    lay down lay down.

    Where's everybody going?
    This always went over real big in gay a
    Ok wait, I got another one

    I just love condoms and lots of come
    O shit.
    Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion.
    - Edmund Burke

    8w9 sx/so

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    DiscoBiscuit... why did you post that song?

  3. #113
    Meat Tornado DiscoBiscuit's Avatar
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    Because of how good the lyrics are.

    For instance:
    Medic this head looks awful
    this anisthetic is pathetic so is this diabetic waffle
    And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco
    Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion.
    - Edmund Burke

    8w9 sx/so

  4. #114
    man-made neptunesnet's Avatar
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    5&4 sx


    HERE's MY SUGGESTION!!!!!!!!!!!

    Slick Rick

    I Love Taking Up Unnecessary Space.


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    Quote Originally Posted by DiscoBiscuit View Post
    Because of how good the lyrics are.

    For instance:
    I think it's all kind of ruined with the "accent" that he used.


    There once was a saying that I used to say
    Back in the day when I met Dre
    I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend proof
    That if I went gold, Iíd go right through the roof
    He said what if you went platinum, Iíd just laugh at him
    Thatís not happening, that I canít fathom
    Eighty something million records worldwide later,
    Iím living in a house with a fucking elevator

    [Verse 1]
    Haters getting mad, they done had enough of shady
    You slay me, nothing you say matters enough to touche me,
    Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele
    Woopsa a fucking daisy
    Thatís a no no who even she knows dadaís fucking crazy
    Fucking animal, cookoo, bananas, fucking AP
    Maybe itís because I never had a mother raise me
    F-ck around and throw a baby at another baby
    You may think itís cause of the way that I was brought up
    But itís all caught up to me now, Karmaís in the waters
    Every line I ever said has got me in a corner
    You might think it doesnít creep upon ya, but it all does
    You wouldnít listen man, I tried to warn ya when you started
    Now your brains all haunted cause of all the sh-t you thought of
    Chainsaw slaughters turn your daughters into sawdust
    I never thought itíd come to this, I outta just be honest but


    [Verse 2]
    Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ainít gonna make it
    They get so mad, when I call them both fake Ė its,
    all these fucking voices in my head, I canít take it
    Someone shut that fucking baby up, Ďfor I shake it
    Youíre standing adjacent to Jason slash Leatherface and -
    Together makes Ďem, a fucking bad combination
    I lashed at the doctor in my last operation
    Shoved the weiner snitzel up his ass, hopped away some-
    body please stop the patient, get the cops to mase him
    Homie, Iím the shiesse, ask Dr. Dre son
    I canít leave the game, I just canít walk away son
    No not-a now, not a chance, not today son
    I canít believe I leave for one brief second
    You pussy queef all over the rap game, naked
    And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stains, feck it
    I just keep saying the same exact saying, check it


    [Verse 3]
    Elevator in my house, Iíll smell ya later
    I blew the fuck up, a hamster in a microwave-I
    Think about an escalator now, steps, I hate Ďem
    Told the neighbor step away, then I just pepper sprayed Ďem
    Yeah, for every time you ride down the street
    Or hideout, drive by my house and beep
    Like now motherfucker, try now to sleep
    Lie down fucker (baaaa!) try countiní sheep
    And youíre tryna find out, why now thereís beef?
    Mase in your face bitch, cry now pussy
    This is my house, all nine thousand feet
    So you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouseís teeth
    Then I shove Ďem in the elevator, take Ďem to the top
    Stand above em,just to cut the fucking cable, let Ďem drop
    Walk an hour to the damn fucking refrigerator, get a pop
    While I let Ďem fall all the way to the basement yelling stop!


    Fucking son of a bitch, I canít believe this shit
    This must be all that there is, this must be it
    fuckin a even got a beday
    Wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper
    Dishwasherís so big, when Iím pissed off
    I can just toss a flying saucer in it
    This shitís awesome, yeah, fucking elevator
    Living in a house with a fucking elevator

  6. #116
    Meat Tornado DiscoBiscuit's Avatar
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    Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
    Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
    Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
    I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending

    The bullet goes back in the gun
    The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga
    Now he back to square one
    Screamin, "Shoot don't please"
    I put my fifth back on my hip
    It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
    He put his hands back on his bitch
    My caravan doors open up
    I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
    Goin reverse, slowly prepared
    My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"
    Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
    The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
    Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
    The blunt turns back into a cigar
    We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
    Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
    I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
    Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
    I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
    Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
    The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
    So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
    Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
    'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
    Hung up the phone, then the phone rang <phone ringing>
    I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
    Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
    She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
    I told her, "No hell"
    She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"
    Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
    Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
    Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
    Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
    Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
    Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
    I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
    The clock went back from three, to two, to one
    And that's about the time the story begun
    That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
    It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"
    [Message Beep]
    Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?
    Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
    I found him, right now, I see him right now!
    Let's kill him)
    [Message Beep]
    "Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"
    Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion.
    - Edmund Burke

    8w9 sx/so

  7. #117
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    [YOUTUBE=""]Eazy E - Introduction[/YOUTUBE]

    All of a sudden
    Dr. Dre is a G thang
    But on his old album cover
    He was a she thang
    So, nig-a, please, nig-a, please
    Don't step to these
    Motherfucking real G's

    Well, it the knock out definition
    Original baby gangster
    Approach me like you hard
    Motherfucker I'm-a bank you
    Shank you with my fucking shank
    If i have to
    Dr Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg
    Are fucking actors, pranksters
    Studio gangsters, busters
    But this time you're dealing
    With some real motherfuckers

    [YOUTUBE=" 0CCCF&index=0&playnext=1"]Eazy E - Eazy Duz It[/YOUTUBE]

    Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
    You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
    Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
    Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
    'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
    If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
    Getting stupid because I know how
    And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
    8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
    Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
    Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
    The money that I make so I can add to my riches
    Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
    Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
    A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
    And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

    Because I'm a gansta having fun
    Never leave the pad without packing a gun
    Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
    Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

    I was knocking muthafukas out
    What's your name boy
    Funky, fresh Eazy-E
    Kick, kick that shit
    Where you from fool, Compton, yea

    Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
    Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
    To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
    But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
    A dice game started so I said what the fuk
    So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
    Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
    Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
    Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
    Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
    Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
    Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
    He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
    So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
    He shot [gunshots], I shot [gunshots]
    As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)


    (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
    Muthafuking Eazy duz it
    But how does he do it
    Eazy duz it do it eazy
    That's what I'm doing
    Man whatcha gonna do now

    Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
    Straight out the box from the gangsta category
    About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka
    He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
    he used to have a house car and golden rings
    But the cooky cooky crack took all those things

    he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
    Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
    Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
    Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
    Got to the station about a quarter of nine
    Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
    The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
    Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
    All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
    I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
    Well by now you should know it was just my luck
    The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
    I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
    And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
    Now back on the streets and my records are clean
    I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
    Went to the house and kicked down the do'
    Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho


    From around the way, born in '73
    Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
    It's '88 now, '73's obselete
    A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
    And if you all wanna hear some more
    In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
    Word to the muthafuka

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    [YOUTUBE="5YAwYe3bSt8"]"Wolves" -- Wu-Tang Clan[/YOUTUBE]
    [Chorus: George Clinton]
    The fox, is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf he's the guy
    Who chased Red through the woods and ate Grandma
    But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
    Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandpa

    Yo, must I flex my cash, to sex yo' ass
    I wet the Ave. when I set my path
    The 'Vette don't crash, I'm built to long last
    Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast
    Earn my respect, my checks they better cash
    Finger on the trigger with my nigga Fred Glass
    Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast
    Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags
    Next shot go right through your hovercraft
    You do the math my answer tounge slash
    When will you learn it's return of Shaft
    The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft
    My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr
    The apple martini, of course it's stirred
    I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber
    Shark skin armor, I'll bring the drama


    [Method Man]
    Damn, deficatin on the map
    Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap
    How real is that, you niggaz hatin on the fact
    that the kid is blazin this track and hatin on 'em back
    My dough's stacked up with O's, who the mack
    duckin po'-po's blowin smoke O's in the 'Llac
    To be exact, don't want no hassle with the stack
    In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back
    Yeah, it's all grillin, how the fuck y'all feelin?
    Non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin 'em
    The arch villans, when the blood start spillin
    Any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin 'em
    Yeah, now I got it in the smash
    A ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash
    Me and my comrades followin the cash
    And livin e'ry day like tomorrow is the last


    [Interlude: George Clinton]
    I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when you're lost out in the snow
    Like a coyote out on the desert...
    Where the foxes never go
    And the wolf, they never go...

    [Masta Killa]
    Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it
    Or would you take it for somethin else and get to' the fuck up
    Men come together for the common cause
    To beat yo' ass, just because
    There's a line you don't cross offendin the boss
    While of course his one selectin through your head shot
    I'm back in the yard again, the bars callin
    15 sets of this will have you swollen
    Ladies like, "Damn papa you lookin right
    I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke"
    I write when the energy's right to spark friction
    DJ cuttin it, spinnin it back mixin
    Great pop knock tickin, poetry description
    for the motion picture reenactment
    Activate a higher assassin, keep it classic
    Rap evolution every black, yo pass that

  9. #119
    Senior Member Qre:us's Avatar
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    Brother Ali
    [youtube=]Uncle Sam Goddamn[/youtube]

    ...and other underground artists that I like:
    The Coup
    Jedi Mind Tricks
    Mf Doom
    Aesop Rock (trippy existentialist shyte!)
    Boot Camp Click
    Cunnin' Lynguists
    Family Tree
    Necro (the good version of Fat Joe)

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    E. N.. T... :P RiderOnTheStorm's Avatar
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    6w7 sx/so


    Nice list, Qre:us.

    lmao @ Necro. I'm not alone.

    On repeat, RIGHT NOW.
    [youtube=NaAIaTg17U4]Dr. Dre - Bang Bang[/youtube]
    You can't always do it right, you can always do what's left.

    Thoughts rearrange. Familiar now strange. All my skin is drifting on the wind.~

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