tight lyrics

[feelevil]

"i smoke tha blunt to take the pain out
cuz if i wasn't high i'd prolly try to blow my brains out,lord knows.."

tupac

[NIGhtMAre]

"I gave you antoher chance and what did you do?
Throw back in my fuckign face so fuck you to"

DMX

i think thats how it goes.

[Rongi]

I noticed that both of those lyrics sucked.

[Les Waste]

WARCLOUD >:

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devouring guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still deceased kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name:
Holocaust, black man, whose vains littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop grafting me, chump-ass niggas eyeing me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab,
get stabbed in bloody bath
While I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwing razor CD's like ninja stars

[Sam]

Got more lines than the welfare office
Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this?
Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it
Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it
Crude as oil unrefined but slick
I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch
That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch
You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to
You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-cue
Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking
I squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin'
Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you
Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you
Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya
Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea

-Jimmy Pop

[Jeanette X]

Hey baby, let me look in your eyes, as you go off into your weird red light. The pump the grind that I call my head. The suck milk nebula I use instead. The sweet cream clot and the sick milk udder. The weird red light that pulls me under. Me open and suck my scars. You better open your eyes when I come down.
-Hole, "Loaded" (Before they started to suck)

You see the stars through eyes lit up with lies
You got your stories all twisted up in mine
You were born with glue instead of spine
-Babes In Toyland, "Bruise Violet"

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

-Billie Holiday "Strange Fruit"