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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 11:46 am
Here's some more lyrics:
Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box
You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops
Just like your Atomic Supersonic Retro Plasma Car
We will all get tossed inside just like the piece of s**t we are
I will be your fantasy imaginary special friend
I can fill you, I relate, with you no need to talk to them
But instead you toss me in the box, leave me to rott away
Hoping you'll pick me again someday...hey, hey
And Zynark, sweet sig.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 4:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 11:07 am
correct More lyrics: everybody everybody everybody run
murdering murdering murdering fun
swing swing swing
chop chop chop
swing swing swing
chop chop chop
My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs
me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns
My axe is my buddy, he never make me cry
me and my axe will leave a divot for your eye
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 7:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 9:09 pm
nice forum
its midnight i land my sleigh
everyone make way
for jolly st. J
climbin down the chimney
father, mada (im not sure if thats it)
dressed as the fat man everbodies heard-a
shimmy down, shimmy down
ah..what da ******** help...im stuck
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 9:33 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 7:59 pm
Drink of choice faygo. Rock and Rye with henacay.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 10:13 pm
That's "Posse on Vernor" right?
Lyrics:
It was eleven on my clock, I remember that much
In the graveyard waiting for the dope man to show up
Ten minuets pasts, and there's still no sign
Just then off in the night, I see some headlights
A car rolls by, driving slow and I don't know
I thought it was my folk, I ain't pulled the .44
They stopped the ride, started blasting
The fist time I didn't pull the heat
Damn, this what happened
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 4:42 pm
Xanothese That's "Posse on Vernor" right? Lyrics: It was eleven on my clock, I remember that much In the graveyard waiting for the dope man to show up Ten minuets pasts, and there's still no sign Just then off in the night, I see some headlights A car rolls by, driving slow and I don't know I thought it was my folk, I ain't pulled the .44 They stopped the ride, started blasting The fist time I didn't pull the heat Damn, this what happened
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 11:00 pm
Correct.
These are easy Lyrics:
I Love my faygo, my nyquil pills, shaggy, I love my buddies, my hatchetman, but I love my axe
My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk
me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
my axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 10:22 am
Xanothese Correct. These are easy Lyrics: I Love my faygo, my nyquil pills, shaggy, I love my buddies, my hatchetman, but I love my axe My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords in half My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack my axe is my buddy, I never leave without him me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain Its "My Axe"
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 10:24 am
Some ******** the Devil, ******** that s**t.
We will leave this life legit.
If you're hearing what we say,
why youu throw your soul away? - Save me from the darkest corner
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 6:50 am
Echo Side reverise talk in it, Monoxide CHild I believe is the one that does that part.
If other than ICP is aloud heres these lyrics.
"Let me hit you withe the shotgun blast I'm out the game.
I'm lookin to straight annialte and mutalate.
You people that hate us out a job."
Sorry for the poor way they are up I had to type them up while listening to the song
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 8:35 pm
Here's a lyric:
Autographin t-shirts, hats, and socks
And this b***h don't even know Riddlebox
Real juggalos don't want no picture
They just walk up like what up ninja?
After that they give a ******** where I'm headin
They're like ******** him we lookin for neden
And I don't need anymore free tattoos
Got my arms lookin like Motley Crue's
I could be talkin to the finest b***h in the land
And you'd run up like hey what up man?
That's when I slap you right on the spot
And have Billy Bill beat you down in the parking lot
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 10:19 pm
Hounddogs.
Sense no one answered my last post same lyrics.
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