Spam Thread Mk. III

Damn,I forgot chain fusion's effect!

 

Any ideas?

 

I have a pic to use

 

-_-

 

I hafta go now... PM me it
Bye~!

 

Hi coaches! Long time i don't come here.

 

good mourning

 

i said that and no one acknowledged me......................

GOOD MORNING ^_^

 

GaGa Oelala, Want your Bad Romance!

 

Yo 'morning!

 

......
=_="
back to sleep then...
byee

 

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma-mah!
Gaga-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rama-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want you leathers-studded kiss in the sand
And I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
A bad romance

I want your loving
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I want your psycho
Your vertigo stab
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

You know that I want you
('Cause i'm a free bitch baby)
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
A bad romance

I want your loving
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Walk-Walk fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Walk-Walk fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Walk-Walk fashion baby
Work it
move that bitch crazy
Walk-Walk passion baby
Work it
I'm a free bitch baby

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends

Je veux ton amour
Et je veux ta revanche
J'adore l'amour
I don’t wanna be friends!!!

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
No i don't wanna be friends
Caught in a bad romance

I don't wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance

I want your loving
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance
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MorNight? (Morning + Night)

 

For the love of money.
Gotta make that money, man.
That money, man.
It's still the same, now.

Flesh:
Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine, and bitch if you slip, you hit the chalk and fall in the nighttime. Gotta get mine,
ain't takin' no shorts or no losses. Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home, polishin' the MAC-1O chrome. Gotta lick
we can hit, so bring your shit, 'cause once again, it's on. To the dome with a fifth of (burb), my wig to the curb, so we swerve
and rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug and follow the murder for robbin' the dopehouse. Smoke jump outta me bong, so
high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge. I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay. Pullin' in the
driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up. Bulldozed through the living room, hopped out of the car, and started
to blow up. Buck, buck, and a kabloom, me blew all them bodies all over the room. Them doomed. And gotta move fast,
why? The po-po's comin'. Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny. I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause
Flesh be lovin' this money, this money.

Layzie:
I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas, makin' that money, stayin' on your feet. And you better believe gotta
have that cheese for the green leaves, never catch me sleep. Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime, and I hit
up the nine nine, givin' up that 1lello, makin' me sale--twenties, nickels and dimes. Beat up and stick up a lick up, that
two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'. Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven. That's how it is, and I
gotsta have it in the nine-quat. Mission: to check a mill and still be real. Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up,
won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make some green, 'cause soldiers
nut up. What up? Gotta get that business on, even though the buddah run me, stun me, feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for the
love of the money.

For the love of money.
Gotta make that money, man.
That money, man.
It's still the same, now.

Eazy-E:
Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks. Aw, shit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops, so I dash, I duck, and I hides
behind a tree, makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me. Now my fat sack of rocks--hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em. Police on my
draws. I had to pause, and yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em. Now my game is tight. Tight as fuck is my game.
Eazy-muthafuckin'-E or Eric Wright it's all the same. Now, niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip. I gotta have it, bitch.
for the love of this shit. Muthafucka!

Gotta make that money, man.
That money, man.
It's still the same, now.

Bizzy:
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime. Follow me down the nine nine, and you will find all
of me kind. Check out the Ripsta, now, drop down. Run 'em up outta me hood. Rip's straight when I'm makin' me grip with a
me click, rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be. Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood. Got nothin' to lose, bitch. Ya
better respect Rip, or ya best just check this slug. It's goin' down, steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang.
Bang. Gotta make that money, man. It's still the same, steady runnin' thangs wild. And follow me now, while I take ya up into
a barrel of a gun, see. For the dub, you're done. For the bud, I run, for the love of my money.

Krayzie:
Nigga down for my thang off in this thug game. So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days
when niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid. Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for
money. You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass, 'cause me and my nigga was hungry. And, bitch, if you're stallin', you
might just catch one to the temple, and um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make this shit simple and run. To catch one nigga,
me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers. Remember: me killa, now. For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get
richer, 'cause, bitch, you were slippin'. I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down. Steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'.
Nigga drugdealin', needin' a million. Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'. For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the
cut, where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies, and when I stick ya and lick ya, remember: I get 'em up for the
love of money.

For the love of money.

Krayzie:
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats, nigga, yeah, rollin' with Ruthless Records in this bitch. My niggas,
Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone. And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house

 

LYRIC FIGHT!!!


Skin head, Dead head, everybody Gone bad
Situation, Aggravation, everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news, everybody dog food
bang bang shot dead, everybody's Gone mad

All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us,
all I wanna say is that they don't really care about us

Beat me, Hate me
You can never Break me
Will me, Thrill me
You can never Kill me

Sue me, Sue me
Everybody Do me
Kick me, Kike me
Don't you Black or white me

All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life,
I have a wife and two children who love me
I'm a victim of police brutality, now
I'm tired of being the victim of hate,
Your raping me of my pride,
Oh for God's sake,
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy... Set me free!

Skin head, Dead head
Everybody Gone bad
Trepidation, Speculation
Everybody Allegation
In the suite, On the news
Everybody Dog food
Black man, Black mail
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us,
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible cause you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of being' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came

You know I really do hate to say it,
The government don't wanna see,
But it Roosevelt was living,
he wouldn't let this be, no no.

Skin head, Dead head
Everybody Gone bad
Situation Speculation
Everybody Litigation
Beat me, Bash me
You can never Trash me

Hit me, Kick me
You can never Get me

All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us,
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us,

Some things in life they just don't wanna see,
But if Martin Luther was living'
He wouldn't let this be, no no.

Skin head, Dead head
Everybody's Gone bad
Situation, Segregation
Everybody Allegation
In the suite, On the news
Everybody Dog food
Kick me, Drag at me
Don't you throw the rag at me

All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us,
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us,
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us,
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us,
All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us.
Post Merge: [time]1264260791[/time]

Whats that artist? If you want it on FlippiE MP3, request it here.

 

Korn-right now

I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
Just irritated and quite hated
Self control breaks down
Why's everything so tame?
I Like my life insane
I'm fabricating and debating
Who I'm gonna kick around

Right now
Can't find a way
To get across the hate
When I see you

Right now
I feel it scratch inside
I want to slash and beat you

Right now
I rip apart the things inside
That excite you

Right now
I can't control myself
I fucking hate you

I'm feeling cold today
Not hurt just Fucked away
I'm devastated and frustrated
God I feel so bound
So why'd I feel the need?
I think it's time to bleed
I'm gonna cut myself
and watch the blood hit the ground

Right now
Can't find a way
To get across the hate
When I see you

Right now
I feel it scratch inside
I want to slash and beat you

Right now
I rip apart the things inside
That excite you

Right now
I can't control myself
I fucking hate you

You open your mouth again
I swear I'm gonna break it
You open your mouth again,
My God I cannot take it

Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll Fuck you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll Fuck you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll Fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll Fuck you up!

Right now
Can't find a way
To get across the hate
When I see you

Right now
I feel it scratch inside
I want to slash and beat you

Right now
I rip apart the things inside
That excite you

Right now
I can't control myself
I fucking hate you

I fucking hate you [x4]
I fucking hate you (Shut up!) [x3]

Shut up!

Post Merge: [time]1264260856[/time]
I win ​

 

You mean me?​

 

:



Censored Quaser is boring

 

They fall in line
One at a time
Ready to play
(I can't see them anyway)
No time to lose
We've got to move
Steady your hand
(I am losing sight again)

Fire your guns
It's time to run
Blow me away
(I will stay, in the mess I made)
After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way

Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven, when we die
I am the shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all

There's nothing left
So save your breath
Lying in wait
(Caught inside this tidal wave)
Your cover's blown
No where to go
Holding your fate
(Loaded I will walk alone)

Fire your guns
It's time to run
Blow me away
(I will stay, in the mess I made)
After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way


Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven, when we die
I am a shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all


Don't want it back
(Don't fight me now)

 

It's a song dude


One that suits me many times...like yesterday when my father went on about my "respect" for him...


I do respect, but not enough to do every blood thing he says


Besides, you called a lyric fight, so I gave a fight.

 

Verse 1

My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC vibrates the concrete
I'm sorry if you can't understand
But I need a radio inside my hand
Don't mean to offend other citizens
But I kick my volume way past 10
My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
But I couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
Cos I play everyday, even on the subway
I woulda got a summons but I ran away
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio

Verse 2

Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
Cos I make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's def when my record's on
So get off the wall, become involved
All your radio problems have now been solved
My treacherous beats make ya ears respond
And my radio's loud like a fire alarm
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac
Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed
And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes