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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 7:06 pm
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"My Way" by Limp Bizkit
"Check, check, check check... out my melody
Special You think you're special You do I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me Look down on me You walk around on me Just one more fight About your leadership And I will straight up Leave your s**t Cause I've had enough of this And now I'm pissed
Yeah This time I'm 'a let it all come out This time I'm 'a stand up and shout I'm 'a do things my way It's my way My way, or the highway
Check out, check check... out my melody
Just one more fight About a lot of things And I will give up everything To be on my own again Free again
Yeah This time I'm 'a let it all come out This time I'm 'a stand up and shout I'm 'a do things my way It's my way My way, or the highway
Some day you'll see things my way Cause you never know Where, you never know Where you're gonna go
Check out, check check... out my melody
Just one more fight And I'll be history Yes I will straight up Leave your s**t And you'll be the one who's left Missing me
Yeah This time I'm 'a let it all come out This time I'm 'a stand up and shout I'm 'a do things my way It's my way My way, or the highway
Some day you'll see things my way Cause you never know Where, you never know Where you're gonna go
Check out, check check... out my melody"
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 8:00 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 1:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 1:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 11:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 6:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 6:51 pm
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Pride by Saliva would make a great theme for any ppv
A message to our enemies Never f*** with one whose had to fight for being free. Whether it's one, or two, or three We'll take our pleasure out on making you believe. And I'm taking you out and I'm taking you down, you'll see. And I'm taking you out and I'm taking you down with me. The pride of America, is the fear that's in your eyes. And your insecurity will undo you in time. I hear the people say Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey. Cause we're the pride of America. A message to your enemies. Never f*** with one who's had to fight for being free. Whether it's one, or two, or three We'll take our pleasure out on making you believe. And I'm taking you out and I'm taking you down, you'll see. And I'm taking you out and I'm taking you down with me. The pride of America, is the fear that's in your eyes. And your insecurity will undo you in time. It's just like the old folks say, it's an eye for an eye. There's no turning back now that you're on the front lines. Hell yeah, and I hear the people saying.... Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Cause we're the pride of America.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 6:35 pm
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Big Time is a good song, but a ppv theme song it does not make. Honestly, I put that music in my head as the theme for a wrestling match, and there's something seriously ******** up about it. For a ppv theme, especially Wrestlemania, we should use a song that gets your blood pumping, and Big Time doesn't do that. WWE used it because, well, WWE's not known for it's good ideas.
"Bodies" and "Step Up" are... We should be more original than that.
Choosing from what's been mentioned, I'd go with that Saliva song. Or better yet, this is my personal suggestion, we could go with a more recently released song, and use Stricken by Disturbed. It has adrenaline to it, and it's a good feud song.
You walk on like a woman in suffering Won't even bother now, to tell me why You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment Leaving me broken, another time You come on like a blood staind hurricane Leave me alone, let me be this time You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption I don't want to mention, the reason I know
That I am stricken and can't let you go When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know That I am crippled by all that you've done Into the abyss, will I run
You don't know what your power has done to me I want to know if I'll heal inside I can't go on, with a holocaust about to happen Seeing you laughing, another time You'll never know how your face has haunted me My very soul has to bleed this time Another hole in the wall of my inner defenses Leaving me breathless, the reason I know
That I am stricken and can't let you go When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know That I am crippled by all that you've done Into the abyss, will I run Into the abyss, will I run
You walk on like a woman in suffering Won't even bother now, to tell me why You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment Leaving me broken, another time You come on like a blood staind hurricane Leave me alone, let me be this time You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption I don't want to mention, the reason I know
That I am stricken and can't let you go When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know That I am crippled by all that you've done Into the abyss, will I run Into the abyss, will I run
I can't let you go Yes I am stricken and can't let you go
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 2:12 pm
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 2:34 pm
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 5:17 pm
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What about Encore by Jay-Z featuring Linkin Park?
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
[Chorus] Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, ***** make some noise
[Verse One] Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the ******** you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon' see you can't replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
[Chorus] - 1/2
{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}
[Verse Two] {*sighs*} Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain't to play games witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So ******** if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
[Interlude] OWWWW! It's star time This man is MADE! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage Say Hova, c'mon say it! HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? {*crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"*} Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder! Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!
[Jay-Z] I like the way this one feel It's so ******** soulful man! (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh) Yeah {*crowd still chanting*} okay
[Verse Three] So this here is the victory lap Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's, it's one point two And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two You wanted to gain attention new dudes I can get you BET and TRL too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well ******** it, I ain't budgin! Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it Now look at me, all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All cause the s**t I uttered, was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit A little somethin like this, WOO!
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