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| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 09-24-2001 @ 12:02 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01  | The Melvins I was gone for fourteen days Could have been gone for more Held up in the intensive care ward Lying on the floor I was gone for all those days But I was not all alone I made friends with a lot of people In the danger zone See my lonely life unfold I see it every day See my lonely mind explode We're not going away I coulda lost some weight there And I really need some rest Sleeping don't come very easy In a straight white vest She'd like to see the little children She's only four years old I give her back all of her playthings Even ones I stole See my lonely life unfold I see it every day See my lonely mind explode When I go insane  | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 09-24-2001 @ 1:31 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | The Bloodhound Gang Dear Chasey Lain I wrote to explain I'm your biggest fan I just wanted to ask Could I eat your ass? Write back as soon as you can You've had a lotta dick Had a lotta dick I've had a lotta time Had a lotta time You've had a lotta dick Chasey But you ain't had mine Dear Chasey Lain I wrote to complain Ya never wrote me back How could I ever eat Your ass when ya treat Your biggest fan like that? You've had a lotta dick Had a lotta dick I've had a lotta time Had a lotta time You've had a lotta dick Chasey But you ain't had mine Dear Chasey Lain I wrote to constrain This letter is my last As your biggest fan I must demand You let me eat your ass You've had a lotta dick Had a lotta dick I've had a lotta time Had a lotta time You've had a lotta dick Chasey But you ain't had mine P.S. Mom and Dad this is Chasey Chasey this is my mom and dad Now show ‘em them titties Now show ‘em them titties P.S. Mom and Dad this is Chasey Chasey this is my mom and dad Now show ‘em them titties Now show ‘em them titties Would ya fuck me for blow? | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 09-24-2001 @ 1:41 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | L. A. Guns She was always something special Diamond shining bright in the rain Everybody dreams of angels No one will ever know, how much I loved ya so Now it all seems funny, kinda like a dream Things ain't always what they seem What a shame... what happened to Jayne You were always on my mind Childlike summer days in the sun Slowly wishes turn to sadness Time don't heal a broken gun I wish I'd never let you go Hear me now, cause I want you to know Now it all seems funny, kinda like a dream Things ain't always what they seem What a shame... what happened to Jayne Now she's breaking hearts in heaven Shining bright, in the sky I still hear her voice in the wind I still think of you in the night Oh yeah..... Well I guess she'll never know How much I need her so Now it all seems funny, kinda like a dream Things ain't always what they seem What a shame... what happened to Jayne  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild Your words once heard they can place you in a faction My words may disturb but at least there's a reaction
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| spitfire421 | posted on 09-24-2001 @ 2:24 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Damn, Slash got the first one that came to my mind...here's another Rob Zombie Insane Blue at the man inn Cut the lights and pray that you're dead Opium dreams through the seven dials And feel the pillow over your head Racheal hide from Ned the crow Keen eye on the peelers Experiment 53 And no scratch for the dealers She wants some more Sweet Rosa whore I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Ressurect me Sleep well in your killing bed Give a jig and show some life Favor for a favor Don't seperate the pain from the knife All the doctors sing You got to suffer for the cure As the world fades away You wonder whre you are She wants some more Sweet Rosa whore She wants some more Sweet Rosa whore I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Ressurect me I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Ressurect me She wants some more Sweet Rosa whore She wants some more Sweet Rosa whore I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Ressurect me I say hell is love You say I must suffer She's a motherfucker Ressurect me  We Have Not YetBegun To Fight NEVER FORGET!!! | ||||
| slackjaw The Cunt-Twat is my WORLD! The Great Pumpkin | posted on 09-24-2001 @ 8:08 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande Well, he started with a bank in Colorado In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid And his age and his size Took the teller by surprise And the word spread of Billy the Kid Well, he never traveled heavy Yes, he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart And he never had a home But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma And the law just could not seem to track him down And it served his legend well For the folks, they'd love to tell 'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy And the judge said, "String 'im up for what he did!" And the cowboys and their kin Like the sea came pourin' in To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid Well, he never traveled heavy Yes, he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart But he finally found a home Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande  Currently newbieless...unbelieveable! | ||||
| Drusilla fag-hag | posted on 10-03-2001 @ 7:36 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | Drug Ballad hmmm, whoaaa, hmm ... Guess what? I ain't coming in yet, i'll come in in a minute Aiyo, this is my love song. It goes like this.... Back when Mark Wallburg was marky mark This is how we used to make the party start We used to...mix in with bacardi dark and when it... kicks in you can hardely talk and by the... sixth gin you gon probly crawl and you'll be... sick then and you'll probly barf and my pre-...diction is that you gon probably fall either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall and every-... things spinnin your beginning to think women are swimmin in pink linen again in the sink then in a couple of minutes that bottle of guinness is finished you are now allowed to officially slap bitches you have the right to remain violent and start wildin start a fight with the same guy that was smart rhymin get in the car and start it and start drivin over the island and cause a 42 car pile up Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot, looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it All i could see is a bunch of smoke flyin and I'm so high that I might die if i go by it. Let me out of this place I'm outta place, I'm in in outter space, I've just vanished without a trace. I'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers grow, I'll be back in an hour or so. Cuz every time I go to try to leave (whoa-o-o) someone keeps pullin on my sleeve (whoa-o-o) I dont wanna but I gotta stay (whoa-o-o) these drugs really gotta hold on me (whoa-o-o) Cuz everytime I try ta tell 'em no (no-o-o) they won't let me ever let 'em go (go-o-o) I'm a sucker all I gotta say (whoa-o-o) is drug's really gotta hold on me In third grade all I used to do, was sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cubeI'm as rude as jude (jude from the jenny show! he was the rudest guest she had ever had!) Schemein on the first chick with the hugest boobs I got no game, and every face looks the same they got no name, so i don't need game to play I just say whatever I want, to whoever I want, whenever i want, wherever I want, however I want However I do show some respect to few This ecstacy has got me standin next to you Gettin sentimental as fuck, spillin guts to you We just met, but I think I'm in love with you But your on it too, so you tell me you love me too, Wake up in the morning like "What the fuck we do?" I gotta go bitch, you know I got stuff to do, Cuz if I get caught cheatin then I'm stuck with you But in the long run these drugs are gonna catch up sooner or later But fuck it I'm on one, so let's enjoy, let the ex destroy your spinal chord, so it's not a straight line no more So we walk around lookin like some wind-up dolls, shit stickin out of our backs like a dinosaur, Shit, six hit's won't even get me high no more, so bye for now, I'm gonna try to find some more Chorus That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow when you swallow it all wallow and drown in your sorrow And tomorrow your probably gonna wanna do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it and whats a little bit of alcohol poisoning? and whats a little fight, tomorrow you'll be boys again It's your life, live it however you wanna Marajuana is everywhere, where was you brought up? It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin Cuz none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin, even though you wake up feelin like shit every mornin. But your young, you got a lot of drugs to do, girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you If I could take it all back now I wouldn't, I woulda did more shit that people said that I shouldnt But I'm all grown up now, and upgraded and graduated to better drugs and updated But I still gotta a lot of growin up to do, I still gotta whole lot of throwin up to spew But when it's all said and done before I know it I'll be forty wit a 40 on the porch tellin stories with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids on my lap, babysitting for Hailey, while Hailey's out gettin shmashed. Chorus x 2 drugs really gotta hold on me really got a hold on me drugs really gotta hold on me they really got a hold on me | ||||
| Drusilla fag-hag | posted on 10-03-2001 @ 7:44 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 01 | Ballad of Bodacious Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull over nineteen hundred pounds. He's born in Galry, Oklahoma and he's the baddest sonsabitch around if a Burma bull ever were a super star then Bodacious just might be. He's a cream colored, beefy brawn, full-fledged, four footed bovine celebrity. Who's gonna ride Bodacious? Who's gonna tame him down? Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground. Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside. Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride. Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman at the start of his buckin' spree and Tuff became one of the few to make the whistle bkac in Nineteen Ninety Three. Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals in Nineteen Ninety Five. Bodacious had got a little older and wiser Tuff barely came out alive. | ||||
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