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 Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 9:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2005 10:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 7:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 7:21 pm
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Deathmill Superstar: Randy Orton Music Title: Take What's Mine Band: Mercy Drive Hey! Hey! Nothing you can say Nothing's gonna change What you've done to me Now it's time to shine I'm gonna take what's mine Take what's mine. Hey! Nothing you can say Nothing's gonna change What you've done to me Now it's time to shine I'm gonna take what's mine Gonna burn in the light. They try So hard to follow But no one can Inside of us so hollow You understand. Hey! Nothing you can say Nothing's gonna change What you've done to me Now it's time to shine I'm gonna take what's mine While burning inside my light.
Its Burn In My Light You Dumb ******** lol j/k |
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2005 2:58 pm
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Faction: The Syndicate
Song Title: Murder Fo' Hire
Artist: Psychopathic Rydas
(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
We don't accept checks we only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand or we'll put a round in that a**
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
(Full Clip)
What's hanging out of your fist grip? Cheddar?
So tell me playa, who is it that you need deaded
Cause I don't give a ******** who he is or where he stay
Or even his kid's names as long as I get paid
So how you want it? Blood soaked or dry?
As soon as paper it palm somebody fin to die
Fetty for murder just one way a Ryda live
Or I might take your skrilla and pop you b***h
(Bullet)
Hide your bullet, cause I'm out of control and I move fast
I blow the baby outta stroller for the right amount of cash
Bullet hold your wife for you, leave the money in the bag
But then I dump on you from paranoia, you the type to brag
I keep it dirtay, and stab wounds don't hurt me
Wind me up with chedda and then I bust, is how you work ******** drama, I give a ******** less about her mama
While she crying at the funeral, we in the Bahamas
I need to murder b***h!
(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
(Sawed Off)
Come out yo' pockets hoe, I'll get you anything you need
Murder for hire indeed, come with it
I'm a one armed bandit with a sawed off that I keep on the low
It's only used for my hitman dough
Just released to the streets, another mouth you gotta feed
Homicide, employs me, man, even Rydas gotta eat
Keep it simple, duffle bag packed with the green s**t
I pitch you with the address, and watch the beef get dealt with
(Lil' Shank)
I'm fresh out the shop and sprayed with cans of paint
Doin' a buck twenty switching from lane to lane
That's when I gotta hear the call somebody wanted to hear
Somebody with no cash was talkin' some cash s**t
Now when they lay down they gunna stay down to quit
So I ain't playin' I'ma dump high clips for mad chips
In the name of profit I exterminate for the game
I charge a 100 K a shot and I got real bad aim
So get your money man
(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
We don't accept checks we only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand or we'll put a round in that a**
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
(Cell Block)
Only on my two-way my number is listed
Just below cold blooded killer, no remorse for the victim
On call like a doctor I don't need no ******** scalpel
My tool is a chopper, in this b***h I've made of shrapnel
I paint the block red up and down with your blood
And rummage through your pockets to clean out all your goods
No payment is needed, yo I do this s**t for free
Your blood will be shed satisfaction guaranteed
(Converse)
For the money payer, sprayer, more green to weigh ya
My name is Converse, stay up, load the K up
Bust nine's ring your bell like wind chimes
Bought a brand new b***h, dropped with only quarters and dimes
So when we call for a murder, the super soaker inserter
Tell your mama get my money or I'm gonna have to squirt her
b***h I'm not playin' cut you like I'm DJin'
Converse will kill them all for the right price payin'
(Chorus)
We murderin' for money and were mob on the scene
It's black trucks bustin' shots in pursuit of the green
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
We don't accept checks we only murder for cash
So put the money in my hand or we'll put a round in that a**
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
It's for the money kid, SHUT THE ******** UP AND GET SHOT
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 5:48 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 4:29 pm
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Title: This Is The New s**t
Artist: MARILYN MANSON
Wrestler: Joey Terrifyin
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble babble b***h b***h
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along.
Babble babble b***h b***h
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing,
Are you ******** ready
For the new s**t?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new s**t.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new s**t,
Stand up and admit.
----------------------------------------------- Ends of intro music
Babble babble b***h b***h
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along.
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name,
Are you ******** ready
For the new s**t?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new s**t.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new s**t,
Stand up and admit.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
Babble babble b***h b***h
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing.
Are you ******** ready
For the new s**t?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new s**t.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new s**t,
Stand up and admit.
So,
LET US ENTERTAIN YOU
LET US ENTERTAIN YOU...
Blah blah blah blah everybody sing along.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 6:53 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2005 9:16 pm
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Godsmack-X Title-I stand alone Artist-Godsmack Wrestler-The Fear Now I've told you this once before You can't control me If you try to take me down you're gonna pay Now I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me I'm picking you outa me you run away I stand alone Inside I stand alone You're always hiding behind your so called goddess So what you don't think that we can see your face Resurrected back before the final fallen I'll never rest until I can make my own way I'm not afraid of fading I stand alone Feeling your sting down inside of me I'm not dying for it I stand alone Everything that I believe is fading I stand alone Inside I stand alone And now its my time (now its my time) It's my time to dream (my time to dream) Dream of the sky (dream of the sky) Make me believe that this place isn't plagued By the poison in me Help me decide if my fire will burn out Before you can breathe Breathe into me I stand alone Inside I stand alone Feeling your sting down inside of me I'm not dying for it I stand alone Everything that I believe is fading I stand alone Inside I stand alone Inside I stand alone Inside I stand alone Inside
That songs taken by Rhamm.. |
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 9:24 pm
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badboy012533 Name: Badboy Song: Polyamorous Album: Breaking Benjamin The day has come to an end The sun is over my head My Polyamorous friend You got me in a mass of trouble again [ Chorus:] So! Just when you think your alright I'm crawling out form the inside I never hurt anyone I never listen to all They,ve come to get me again The cloud is over my head My Polyamorous friend You got me in a mass of trouble again [ Corus:] Just stay away from the white line I'd say your worst sides your best side I never hurt anyone I never listen at all Well how do you know Well how do you know Well how do you know Well how do you know [ Corus:] Just stay away from the white line I'd say your worst sides your best side I never hurt anyone I never listen at all Let's go
THis one is sorta better
http://www.youtube.com/w/Polyamorous?v=H3rEFuSFx7g&search=Polyamorous |
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 10:54 pm
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