three 6 mafia, ICP, and twiztid

[§äñît¥ Pôí§ðñ]

these fuckers crack me up..
just cant help but listen to my little collection of their mp3's every so often

crazy fools

 

[pauly]

Weeeeeeell, i'm headed down the southern trail i'm goin chicken huntin,
choppin red neck cheicken heads i ain't sayin nothin
to the hillbilly stick my barrell in his eye
boom chaka boom chaka hair chunks in the sky
why i never liked chicken pot pie, or that chopped chicken on rye.............

dude, i havn'e listened to them since their greatist hits volume 1 with "hey vato" and some other decent song. me n my buddy are in the chicken huntin video. i'll go hang myself now.

 

[havoc]

Garbage I say, garbage.

 

[The Ewwwwwww Brothers]

We like them just a little, but they are not good posing music we prefer some Gwar.
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

 

[dballer]

Yeah, I mean I hear what your sayin
I mean you got carried away in the moment
And I could forgive you.....I could do that
I could do anything if I wanted to
I could buy you a Lexus Truck with a white leather interior (I could)
I could kill off some bears and dogs and shit
Just to make you a fur coat
I could love you and treat you with class (Oh yeah)
And have babies fallin all out your ass
But thinkin about that
I feel I'd rather kill you
Cause I got you in my car you ain't goin no were bitch your dead
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homie

I could take all the face paint off
And get a real job workin for your dad
I would rather take a 10 pound axe
And stick it in your daddy's forehead
I could let you move into my house
You'd fuck the neighbor everytime I go out
And whipe his nut on my pillow (oh)
But I think I'd rather kill you
Cause we parked here all alone on this here dark allyway, hey
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homey
I'm the one that killed your precious cat
And stuffed 'em in your fuckin mail box (Whistle)
If I only hadn't cut off my hair
I'd choke you with all my dred locks
When I scream at the moon everynight
You shoulda known somethin just ain't right
Cause I'm gonna slap you (bitch)
And then I'm going to kill you
Cause the moon told me to and it's watching us right now
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homey

I could go back to school instead
And try and get my diploma
I'd much rather bang your head on the wall
Untill you fall into a coma
Cause I can't get you outta my head
I'd cut my head off, but then I would be dead
And I ain't the only muthafucka that's dying
So let's just die together
I'd rather cut that neck in half
I'd rather choke out that bitch ass
I'd rather chop and never stop
Because you fucked my homey (Let's just die together)

 

[dballer]

Boys and girls, it's nighty night time
Happy J the Clown has a nursery rhyme
It's about, The Boogie Woogie Man
Keep your light on as long as you can
Cuz when it cuts off, so does your head
Boogie Woogie Woogie waits under your bed
With a shank, splah!, up through the bottom
Little Jimmy Jimmy, uh, got em

"It's the one and only Boogie Man
He creeps, he hides, he sneaks, he slides
If you little feetsies are hanging off the edge of the bed
You're running on stumps motherfucker!!!"

 

[§äñît¥ Pôí§ðñ]

Garbage I say, garbage.

u know u like it

 

[the People's Champ]

but we prefer some Gwar.

finally someone with good music taste...

 

[§äñît¥ Pôí§ðñ]

gwar, yes, commendable
i love gwar