coach wrote:"A father without his son
Is like a hot dog with no bun."
True profundity from Shaq Diesel.
I'm glad that Sigmund Freud's not around to read this.
worst lyrics ever
131I'm glad that Sigmund Freud's not around to read this.
I'm glad that Sigmund Freud's not around to read this.
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132That "shake ya ass, watch yaself" monstrosity by Mystikal qualifies. What's funny about it is that Mystikal probably thinks it's some deep shit.
Life...life...I know it's got its ups and downs.
Groucho Marx wrote:Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it, misdiagnosing it and then misapplying the wrong remedies.
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133This is latter-day Van Morrison. Read as he reaches for rhymes, totally ignores others, attempts to be profound, and generally plumbs the depths of mediocrity. The really good ones are italicized.
Oh the mud splattered victims
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks
It's when that rough god goes riding
When the rough god goes gliding
And then rough god goes riding
Riding on in
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glass houses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger
It's when that rough god goes riding
And then the rough god goes gliding
There'll be nobody hiding
When that rough god comes riding on in
And it's a matter of survival
When you're born with your back against the wall
Won't somebody hand me a bible
Won't you give me that number to call (what?!?!?!?)
When that rough god goes riding
And then that rough god goes gliding
They'll be nobody hiding
When that rough god goes riding on in
Riding on in
There'll be no more heroes
They'll be reduced to zero
When that rough god goes riding
Riding on in
Riding on in
Oh the mud splattered victims
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks
It's when that rough god goes riding
When the rough god goes gliding
And then rough god goes riding
Riding on in
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glass houses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now they're moaning like a dog in a manger
It's when that rough god goes riding
And then the rough god goes gliding
There'll be nobody hiding
When that rough god comes riding on in
And it's a matter of survival
When you're born with your back against the wall
Won't somebody hand me a bible
Won't you give me that number to call (what?!?!?!?)
When that rough god goes riding
And then that rough god goes gliding
They'll be nobody hiding
When that rough god goes riding on in
Riding on in
There'll be no more heroes
They'll be reduced to zero
When that rough god goes riding
Riding on in
Riding on in
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134Ladies and Gentlemen of the EA forums, I give you "Hicktown" by Jason Aldean:
Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin’ up his Bronco
He’s gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull
All the girls are getting’ pretty sprayin’ on the White Rain
Yeah they’re gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game
Yeah
(Chorus:)
We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that’s the way we get down
In a Hicktown
Well you can see the neighbors butt crack nailing on his shingles
And his woman’s smokin’ Pall Mall’s watchin’ Laura Ingles
And Granny’s getting’ lit she’s headin’ out to bingo
Yeah my buddies and me are goin’ muddin’ down on Blue Hole Road
You know You know
(Chorus:)
We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that’s the way we get down
In a Hicktown
(Bridge)
We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars
And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars
Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco
And crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio
(Chorus:)
We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that’s the way we get down
Oh Oh We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
Its buck wild yeah but that’s the way we get down
In a Hicktown
In a Hicktown
It’s the way we get down
In a Hicktown
Yeah in a Hicktown
Oh we ain't finished yet
We got your country boys and your redneck girls
It’s the party heard round the world
Right here in Hicktown
Yeah In Hicktown
The whole town’s gettin’ down
"To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost."
-Gustave Flaubert
-Gustave Flaubert
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135"Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis"
from "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis"
from "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers
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136"i'm just chillin, like bob dylan".
"i was making records when you were sucking your mothers dick".
Adrock of the beastie boys off of pauls boutique. a record i love!
but those lyrics...i cringe!
"i was making records when you were sucking your mothers dick".
Adrock of the beastie boys off of pauls boutique. a record i love!
but those lyrics...i cringe!
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137glynnisjohns wrote:"i was making records when you were sucking your mothers dick".
you are wrong. this line is tremendous.
kerble is right.
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138"There was a little old lady, who was walkin down the road
She was struggling with bags from Tesco
There were people from the city havin lunch in the park
I believe that it's called al fresco
Then a kid came along to offer a hand"
from "LDN" by Lily Allen
She was struggling with bags from Tesco
There were people from the city havin lunch in the park
I believe that it's called al fresco
Then a kid came along to offer a hand"
from "LDN" by Lily Allen
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139God Bless America
Land that I love
Stand beside her, and guide her
Through the night, with the light from above
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the ocean, white with foam
God Bless America
My home sweet home
Land that I love
Stand beside her, and guide her
Through the night, with the light from above
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the ocean, white with foam
God Bless America
My home sweet home
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140Mandroid2.0 wrote:Ladies and Gentlemen of the EA forums, I give you "Hicktown" by Jason Aldean:Yeah my buddies and me are goin’ muddin’ down on Blue Hole Road
I'm glad Sigmund Freud's not around to read this.