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| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 01:24 am | ||||||
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| Hollywood Undead- Undead (Out the Way) | ||||||
| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 01:33 am | ||||||
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!) (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the wall When you see, J-3-T, Thirty D bra, Fuck those haters I see, Cause I hate that you breathe, I see you duck, You little punk, You little fucking disease, I got H.U. tatted on the front of my arm, Boulevard, Brass knuckles in the back of the car, Cause we drunk drive Cadillacs- we never go far, And when you see us motherfuckers, better know who we are. I got one thing to say to punk asses who hate, Motherfuckers who don't know what, You better watch what you say. From these industry fucks, To these faggot ass punks, You don't know what it takes, To get this motherfucking truck. I'm already loud maybe, It?s a little too late, Johny's taking hands up, with all the faggots who hate, Cause I am good motherfucker and there's a price to pay, Yeah, I am a good motherfucker and its judgment day! (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!) (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. I'm getting used to this nuisance, And all the fags who bad mouth this music, It's fuckin stupid and foolish of you to think you can do this, You cowards can't, never will, don't even try to pursue it. I took the chance, I played the pill, I nearly died for this music. You make me wanna run around, pulling my guns out and shit, Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch, I heard the reason you got to beater to believe any of this, You need to slit your wrist, get pissed and go jump off a bridge, What? You can't see the sarcasm in the verses I spit? What? You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit? Bitch. I've been working at this ever since I was a kid, I played a million empty shows to only family and friends. What kind of person gets disembanded and deserves to get big? I hate to be that person when my verse comes out of the kid's lips. That shits as worse as it gets. This verse is over, I quit. Signed Charlie Scene on your girlfriend's tits. (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!) (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. White boys with tattoos, We are pointing right at you, We are breaking everything, r-rowdy like a classroom, Pack of wolves, 'Cause we don't follow the rules, And when you're running your mouth, Our razor blades come out, Because its nothing in my mouth except my dick and what I spit, So my dick is in my hand when I respond to faggots talking shit, Speaking of fags, already wrap with the drag, We killed him and then we stuffed his body in the Cadillac. Why you always pressin? You know I'm never stressing, With fucking DMS, J-Johny to my left, Got Phantom and the rest, Who are down there at the west, A grew up by drive-by's and L.A gangsta's, So what the fuck do you know about being a gangsta? What the fuck do you know about being in danger? You ain't doing this, so you know you're just talking shit. Mad at all the boys because every song is a fucking hit. (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. (Undead!) (Undead!) You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say, 'Cause we are gonna rock this whole place anyway. Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!) See you drop when we drive by, (by) (Undead!) Motherfucking time to ride, (ride,) (Undead!) Watch you fucker's just die, (die) (Undead!) |
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| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 02:50 am | ||||||
That I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you I'm always wrapped up in Things I cannnot win You are the antidote that gets me by Something strong Like a drug that gets me high What I really meant to say Is I'm sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold to you And I'm sorry about all the lies Maybe in a different light You could see me stand on my own again Cause now i can see You were the antidote that got me by Something strong like a drug that got me high I never meant to be so cold I never really wanted you to see The screwed up side of me that I keep Locked inside of me so deep It always seems to get to me I never really wanted you to go So many things you should have known I guess for me theres just no hope I never meant to be so cold |
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| Jack The Pumpkin King | ||||||
| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 02:57 am | ||||||
My dearest friend, if you don't mind I'd like to join you by your side Where we can gaze into the stars JACK AND SALLY And sit together, now and forever For it is plain as anyone can see We're simply meant to be... "I am Jack" There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms I have seen grown men give out a shriek With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow There's something out there, far from my home A longing that I've never known I'm the master of fright, and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France And since I am dead, I can take off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations No animal nor man can scream like I can With the fury of my recitations But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown, if they only understood He'd give it all up if he only could Oh, there's an empty place in my bones That calls out for something unknown The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears  Jack Which character from The Nightmare Before Christmas are you? brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 02:59 am | ||||||
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| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 11:07 pm | ||||||
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? For swear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourse I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! |
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| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 11:26 pm | ||||||
Such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake Well I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at you for years The alcohol the demerol these things never could replace What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin I'm not sure where to begin why can't I begin again I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin Can I sllep 'til then Phenobarbitol and alocohol these two surely will do To knock me out keep me down at least a day or two When I'm awake I can taste how bitter I've become And it's more than I can bear somedays I pray someone will blow me away Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade Well I'm a waste and I can taste how bitter I've become And it's more than I can bear I can't shed my skin I can't shed my skin |
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| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 11:29 pm | ||||||
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| Jan. 5th, 2009 | 11:52 pm | ||||||
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