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| Tweet Topic Started: Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:28 (193 Views) | |
| Wakapanda Of Doom | Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:28 Post #1 |
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ONE OF THE ORIGINAL FUCKS
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When we lift the covers from our feelings We expose our insecure spots Trust is just as rare as devotion Forgive us our cynical thoughts If we need too much attention Not content with being cool We must throw ourselves wide open And start acting like a fool If we need too much approval Then the cuts can seem too cruel Right to the heart of the matter Right to the beautiful part Illusions are painfully shattered Right where discovery starts In the secret wells of emotion Buried deep in our hearts It's true that love can change us But never quite enough Sometimes we are too tender Sometimes we're too tough If we get too much attention It gets hard to overrule So often fragile power turns To scorn and ridicule Sometimes our big splashes Are just ripples in the pool Right to the heart of the matter Right to the beautiful part Illusions, illusions are painfully shattered Right where discovery starts In the secret wells of emotion Buried deep in our hearts Feelings run high Illusions, illusions, ilussions are painfully shattered Right where discovery starts In the secret wells of emotion Buried deep in our hearts |
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| RikusSexSlave | Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:31 Post #2 |
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Fuckin Hadoken
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Kinda not really. |
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| Cole | Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:31 Post #3 |
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I'm Coming Home
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Nigga you need to stop snitchin! All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin Nigga if you scared, go to church You knew the job was dangerous when you took it Whattup it's the big boss Dogg Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C. And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!) "Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!) You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!) You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!) In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey) Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey) And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH) If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT) If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK) IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!) Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is "Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers Hang out with kidnappers and jackers Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin? It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme You don't really wanna have a clash with my team I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up? You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up You scared, you scared You scared motherfucker you scared You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared) You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared) It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH) Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY) Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH) Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?) Eight for haters, nine for the cause Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY) Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!) Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls |
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| RikusSexSlave | Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:32 Post #4 |
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Fuckin Hadoken
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:sammy: Hell Yeah. |
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| Cole | Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:35 Post #5 |
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I'm Coming Home
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:sammy: *C-walks over topic* |
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| Wakapanda Of Doom | Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:41 Post #6 |
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ONE OF THE ORIGINAL FUCKS
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>_> this topic leaks Rush <3 |
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| darkstar | Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:43 Post #7 |
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Greater than underscore greater than.
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Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, Mata ah-oo hima de Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, Himitsu wo shiri tai You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M. So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide To keep me alive-just keep me alive Somewhere to hide to keep me alive I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control Beyond my control-we all need control I need control-we all need control I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask So no one else can see my true identity Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto For doing the jobs that nobody wants to And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto For helping me escape just when I needed to Thank you-thank you, thank you I want to thank you, please, thank you The problem's plain to see: too much technology Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize. The time has come at last To throw away this mask So everyone can see My true identity... I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! |
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Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:45 Post #8 |
Boobs
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Styx FTEW. \m/ |
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| OmegaX | Saturday 25-08-2007, 00:53 Post #9 |
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Unregistered
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Now this is the story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And Id like to take a minute just sit right there Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air In west philadelfia born and raised On the playground where I spent most of my days Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys said were up in no good Started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it First class, yo this is bad, Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of bel-air livin like, Hmm this might be alright! I whistled for a cab and when it came near the Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air |
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| darkstar | Saturday 25-08-2007, 01:08 Post #10 |
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Greater than underscore greater than.
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IB Sammy lyrics. |
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| Worm | Saturday 25-08-2007, 23:25 Post #11 |
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But I am Dominator!
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