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Post by One Legged Dog on Jun 10, 2006 14:39:11 GMT -5
This is the new theme song for ECW
Last night I had the strangest dream I sailed away to China In a little row boat to find ya And you said you had to get your laundry cleaned Didn't want no-one to hold you What does that mean And you said
Ain't nothin' gonna to break my stride Nobody's gonna slow me down, oh-no I got to keep on movin' Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride I'm running and I won't touch ground Oh-no, I got to keep on movin'
You're on a roll and now you pray it lasts The road behind was rocky But now you're feeling cocky You look at me and you see your past Is that the reason why you're runnin' so fast And she said
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride Nobody's gonna slow me down, oh-no I got to keep on moving Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride I'm running and I won't touch ground Oh-no, I got to keep on moving
Never let another girl like you, work me over Never let another girl like you, drag me under If I meet another girl like you, I will tell her Never want another girl like you, have to say Ooooooh Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride Nobody's gonna slow me down Oh-no, oh-no, I got to keep on moving Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride I'm running and I won't touch the ground Oh-no, I got to keep on movin'
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride Nobody's gonna slow me down Oh-no, oh-no, I got to keep on moving Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride I'm running and I won't touch the ground Oh-no, I got to keep on movin'
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride Nobody's gonna slow me down Oh-no, I got to keep on moving Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride I'm running and I won't touch the ground Oh-no, I got to keep on movin'
Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride Nobody's gonna slow me down Oh-no, oh-no, I got to keep on moving
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Post by One Legged Dog on Jun 10, 2006 14:40:05 GMT -5
Informer You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame A licky boom-boom down 'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom-boom down
Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door One him come crawl through through my window So they put me in the back the car at the station From that point on I reach my destination Well the destination reached in down-a East detention Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom
[CHORUS]
Bigger they are they think they have more power There on the phone me say that on hour Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover Lover who me callin'-a the one Tammy And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow Together we-a love 'em(?) as a tornado
[CHORUS]
Listen to me ya better listen for me now Listen to me ya better listen for me now When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don But the in an a-out (?) a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?" People them say I come from Jamaica But me born and raised (in the ghetto) I want ya to know-a Pure black people man thats all I man know Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto
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Come with a nice young lady Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie Everywhere me go me never lef' her at all-ie Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a Roam between-a dancin' in-a in-a nation-a You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin' out da top
[CHORUS]
Why would he? [repeat]
[MC Shan:]
Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl Police knock my door, lick up my pal Rough me up and I cant do a thing Pick up my line when my telephone ring Take me to the station, black up my hands Trail me down 'cause I'm hangin with the Snowman What an I gonna do, I'm backed and I'm trapped Smack me in my face, took all of my gap They have no clues and they wanna get warmer But Shan won't turn informer
[CHORUS]
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Post by One Legged Dog on Jun 10, 2006 14:40:28 GMT -5
Killing in the name of! Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Huh!
Killing in the name of! Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well now you do what they told ya
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Uggh!
Killing in the name of! Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times) And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya!
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Come on!
Yeah! Come on!
f*** you, I won't do what you tell me f*** you, I won't do what you tell me f*** you, I won't do what you tell me f*** you, I won't do what you tell me f*** you, I won't do what you tell me f*** you, I won't do what you tell me f*** you, I won't do what you tell me f*** you, I won't do what you tell me f*** you, I won't do what you tell me! f*** you, I won't do what you tell me! f*** you, I won't do what you tell me! f*** you, I won't do what you tell me! f*** you, I won't do what you tell me! f*** you, I won't do what you tell me! f*** you, I won't do what you tell me! f*** you, I won't do what you tell me! Motherf***er! Uggh!
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Post by One Legged Dog on Jun 10, 2006 14:41:27 GMT -5
Rail a filthy vulgarity hell ride at me Shoot my harmony joyride music down Turn me away so I can't catch any Pace joy bus routes Keep me stuck in the pain chamber of Chicago, Illinois
Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up
Torment me with lies in front of my friends Call me a f***ing bum like I'm a con man Call me a f***ing jerk like I'm a rapist Call me a f***ing asshole like I'm an arsonist Take me on a series of war hell rides with every CTA bus ride
Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up
Rough me up so I can holler like a damn fool Get me arrested and taken to jail by the Chicago police Make me bust my portable CD player to smithereens Kill all my good time music Turn my Sunday sightseeing bus tour into a nerve-shattering hell ride
Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up Make sure I'm out screwing up
Spirit, it's the next British invasion
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Post by One Legged Dog on Jun 10, 2006 14:43:07 GMT -5
Once up on a time a man was attacked by a vampire bird He was sucked to death The vampire bird killed him at last
Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat
The lake of fire tore his ass up He was burning to the crisp He was cast into the lake of burning flame
Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat
After the vampire bird sucked blood out of me, he started stabbing me in my ass Then three more vampire birds stabbed me in my ass too They sucked the blood out of me, killing me
Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat Vampire bat
Folgers, it's good to the last drop
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Post by One Legged Dog on Jun 10, 2006 14:43:53 GMT -5
Ram a broomstick up your ass Jump your ass in the lake Get the hell away from around here Leave the premesis before I put you in jail
Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass
You are a dirty low-down scumbag You are a jerk to me You think I'm an asshole You need to leave me alone with your war hell ride, punk!
Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass
You are drug seller You are a crackhead as I speak You are a miserable creep Here's what you do for me: Stick your ghetto dope up your ass!
Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass Kiss my black ass
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Post by The QC Loser on Jun 10, 2006 16:10:54 GMT -5
well ok then yay another post for me haha
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Post by The QC Loser on Jun 10, 2006 16:11:26 GMT -5
the weed of crime bares bitter fruit you old hag
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Post by The QC Loser on Jun 10, 2006 16:12:53 GMT -5
hey wait aminute i just noticed i am not a fake deisil booya for me
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Post by One Legged Dog on Jun 10, 2006 17:40:00 GMT -5
bump
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Post by "Sweet & Sour" ImSoFudginGreat on Jun 10, 2006 17:42:10 GMT -5
I like Cheese so much I capitalise the C in Cheese
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Post by maxx420 on Jun 10, 2006 17:47:54 GMT -5
QFT! Ah, well. I won't be the 23rd person now as no repeat posts are counted.
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Post by The Lord of Secrets on Jun 10, 2006 17:50:26 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2006 18:32:58 GMT -5
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Post by maxx420 on Jun 10, 2006 18:42:59 GMT -5
Scene: A cafe. One table is occupied by a group of Vikings with horned helmets on. A man and his wife enter. Man: You sit here, dear. Wife: All right. Man: (to Waitress) Morning! Waitress: Morning! Man: Well, what've you got? Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam; Vikings: (starting to chant) Spam spam spam spam... Waitress: ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam... Vikings: (singing) Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam. Wife: Have you got anything without spam? Waitress: Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it. Wife: I don't want any spam! Man: Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage? Wife: That's got spam in it! Man: Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it? Vikings: Spam spam spam spam (crescendo through next few lines) Wife: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then? Waitress: Urgghh! Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam! Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Waitress: Shut up! Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam. Wife: (shrieks) I don't like spam! Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam beaked beans spam spam spam and spam! Vikings: (singing) Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off. Man: Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then? Waitress: You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam... (but it is too late and the Vikings drown her words) Vikings: Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam spam spam spam!
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Post by Millie D on Jun 10, 2006 22:58:58 GMT -5
Riding down the highway in a makeshift Model T.A. Ooh Yeah (ooh) Beautiful morning and it's gonna be a beautiful day.
The wheels are humming, The guitar strumming. The radio a blasting, The good times a coming. Riding down the highway in a makeshift Model T.A.
We're gonna keep on, keep on, keep on singing and dancing all through the night. Keep on, keep on, keep on doing it right. We're gonna keep on, keep on , keep on moving, We're gonna keep on, keep on, keep on grooving. Keep on singing and dancing all through the night.
You can hear the music from a hundred miles away
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