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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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