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"Favourite Lyrics"

I'm bored, so lets have a bit of fun. Just post some of your favourite lyrics, they can't be longer than 5 lines, and we'll see which is best ok?

I'll start (and probably finish seeing as no-ones on :D.

Mother? Are you there? I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel.

Artist-Eminem- Song-Role Model- Album-The Slim Shady LP.

The smoke stacks spillin black soot into the sooty sky,
The load on the road brings a tear to the indians eye,
The Elephant wont forget what its like inside his cage,
The ring masters Telecaster sings on an empty stage,

Eels - Mr E's beautiful blues

Extracted from 'Me and Him' by the 'Porn Theatre Ushers'

"Well, I went to your house and up the place,
Busted nuts inside the pillowcase,
banged yer Mom and then the baby-sitter,
sat on the couch and ate an apple fritter,
Told your little sister to change the kitty litter,
she even wiped my when i went to the
I Had your girl on my tilt-a-whirl,
found out she was duff one,
I didn't really care, yo, I knew she was busted,
a sloppy Jalopy with all the parts rusted,
she gives me a wink and always bends over,
day to day she's at my door like Jehovah,
It's just me I need no assistance,
I just sit back and let my rhymes run the distance,
I'm taking out delinquents,
with a dope-slap, to rid us of their existence,
crowds don't know me, but they bite my words,
see me in the street i'm just another nerd,
but my records are heard and are quite prefered,
some caught my act and said it was absurd,
whack production, cos my words were slurred,
I got four eyes to blur your third,
just for the record i'm going to set it straight,
Mr. Jason is the dopest in the nine, eight,
and who am I?
I move the masses,
It's the live guy with glasses...

Porn Theatre Ushers, we go limb for limb,
This is the saga y'all, It's just me and him

I'm stepping on leprecorns,
Auto-bots and Decepticons,
leaving my Keds on the Pentegon
step back cos your on my tear,
I'm pulling girls solo, like a game of solitare,
now he's my DJ and he's got the right stuff,
putting hands together like a pair of cuffs,
he's Chewbacca and I'm Hans Solo,
I'm sporting Ralph Riptures, you know it as Polo,
How come all MCs are on a route for the chedder?
How come you come off nice, but I come off better?
How come I'm the number-1 crowd go-getter?
How Come you're 21 and still a bed wetter?
I've got no time for your fake four generics,
plus I'm late for my date with Bo Derek,
I'm joggin' on yer noggin, swelllin' your dome,
Kids, don't even try this at home,
People often say that my Rap stinks,
My Mum is convinced i need to see a shrink,
I guess it's because I'm not your average Honky,
raised by a pack of retarded donkeys,
who sat around the fire, drinking pale ale,
sent me on missions inside garbage pales,
we played balls and broke window panes,
now we walk down the street with mirrors on our chains,
I seen your girl, she said she missed me,
You gave me whack vinyl so I use it as a frisbee

Porn Theatre Ushers we go limb for limb,
This is the saga y'all, it's just me and him...

Very deep and meaningful lyrics:-

Hey, hey baby
i wanna know if you'll be my girl

*talking*
Oh my god
Becky, look at her butt
Its so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute
I mean her butt
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so round
It's just out there
I mean, it's gross
Look, she's just so black

*rap*
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cuz you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got
Make Me so horney
Ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my benz
Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy

I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's Sweat,Wet, got it goin like a turbo vette

I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back

So Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back

(LA face with Oakland booty)

I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And UH, double up UH UH
I aint talkin bout playboy
Cuz silicone parts were made for toys
I wannem real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Knockin these bimbos walkin like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas
I wanna get with ya
I won't cus or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna --
Til the break of dawn
Baby Got it goin on
Alot of pimps won't like this song
Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it
But I'd rather stay and play
Cuz I'm long and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on

So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah)
Do you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

(LA face with the Oakland booty)

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo ain't got nothin to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend throws a Honda
Playin workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin
And I'm thinkin bout stickin
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You aint it miss thing
Give me a sista I can't resist her
Red beans and rice did miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the butt is round
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back

Call him Mr Raider,
Call him Mr Wrong,
Call him insane, insane,

He'd say i know what I want,
and I want it now,
I want you cause i'm Vain,

Culture Beat: Mr Vain

WOW such powerful lyrics.

Levellers, Elation

So he walked through the valleys the trees and the fields
And he came to a river where she waited for him
And they looked at the water of life flowing by
And he heard a voice saying 'you're not alone in the fight

And The Boatman

I wish I could choose the life I please
But I am not a free man
Others choose my destiny
But my will is never broken
I know someday I will be
Everything that I dreamed I'd be

Something that i love to sing along too for some reason...

Levellers - The River Flow

Oh, I met you in '82,
Over a crate of beer,
Not a few,
I cracked a can,
so did you,
we're gonna change the world,
HOOOOOORAY!

Hey Mum, There's something in the back room,
I hope it's not the creatures from above.
You use to tell me stories,
As if my dreams were boring,
We all know conspiracies are dumb!

Aliens Exist- Blink 182.

It reminds me of school for some reason unkown to the human cerebral organ.

Green Day - Good Riddance ( Time of Your Life )

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And dont ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learn't in time

It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of good health
And good time
Tattoos of memories
And dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
It was worth all the while
I hope you had the time of your life

Mudvayne-Prod

Emotions inside us troubling,
The hatred inside us escalating,
The sickness inside us keeps us weak,
The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding,
The calling inside us sick with greed,
The voices calling to us deafening we're not listening

Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Swat at the flies omit disgust

The leaders inside us posturing,
The pollution inside of us suffocating me,
The science inside us menacing
The will that's inside of us its dying end is coming

Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess

Wash me off inside, wash me off inside

We're killing ourselves killers
Goddamn we f*cked up the circumstance,
Too late to save us from ourselves,
Callous minds against trust and confidence,
Too late to give a damn now
Too late to save us from ourselves, too late to make it all go away,
Too late to beg pardons from the mother, too late to give a damn

Now we'll sit and wait

Wait wait for the coming. of the end
Wait for the coming the killing the ending the plight of man
Deserving no mercy expelling by god's hand,
It's okay the ending it's over no more pain .

Emotion the hatred the sickness the calling