[V1:]
I remember when all the games began
Remember every little lie and every last goodbye
Promises you broke, words you choked on
and I never walked away,
it's still a mystery to me
[Pre-Chorus:]
Well I'm so empty
I'm better off without you and you're better off without me
Well you're so unclean
I'm better off without you and you're better off without me
[Chorus:]
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred (deceiving), the beatings; it's over
[V2:]
Paint the mirrors black to forget you
I still picture your face and the way you used to taste
Roses in a glass, dead and wilted
To you this all was nothing
Everything to you is nothing
[Pre-Chorus:]
Well you're so filthy
I'm better off without you and you're better off without me
Well I'm so ugly
You're better off without me and I'm better off alone
[Chorus:]
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings (disaster); it's over
As wicked as you are, you're beautiful to me
You're the darkest burning star, you're my perfect disease
[Chorus:]
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings; it's over
Disaster
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings; it's over
Disaster
It's over now...
(puts gun in mouth closes eyes finger tightens slowly pulls trigger gun fires bullet exits head skull fragments and brain matter and blood splatter the wall making tiny droplet like speckles on the wall around the big bloody spot body goes limp heart stops lungs cease to move death has taken another life) it sounds like it could be a poem just no ryhms or poem scheme in it but that's basically how I feel useless and betrayed NO I AM NOT GOING TO DO IT just I started writing as if it was me acting it out as a emoticon to someone and well that's what came out sad I know.
This is not the end
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em
We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there,
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, Forget it,
Let it all disappear.
Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control....
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go...
(Oh!) I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last,
I wish it wasn't so...
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(Oh!) I know what it takes to move on,
I know how it feels to lie,
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And i don't even know what kind of things I've said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending Is starting again!!
All I wanna do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what i haven't got...
This is not the end
This is not the beginning,
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violet rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empty's within 'em
(Holding on to what i haven't got)
We say Yeah!
With fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something
That's invisible there,
'Cause we're living at the mercy of
The pain and the fear
Until we dead it, Forget it,
Let it all disappear
(Holding on to what i haven't got!)
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You were standing in the wake of devastation
And you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
And with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now
You were there and possibly alone
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope, but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go, let it go.
And in a burst of light that blinded every angel
As if the sky had blown the heavens into stars
You felt the gravity of tempered grace falling into empty space
No one there to catch you in their arms
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope, but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go, let it go
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope, but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go, let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation
You build up hope, but failure's all you've known
Remember all the sadness and frustration
And let it go, let it go
Hot
2
Cute
15
Sexy
1
My bed NOW
10
Ugly
97
Ok
30
(155 votes
[Violent J]
If I was a Serial Killer
They would find all my victim's heads
In funky ass gas station toilets
And if I was a Serial Killer
I would be strange and deranged
And I would never change
If I was a Serial Killer
I'd be known as the smoker
Cause I'd cut off and smoke all they hair
and if I was a Serial Killer
I would sleep on broken glass and thumbtacks
and I would smoke mad crack
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
First thing I would do is kill a couple hotties
They'd always get some mustard up decapitated bodies
Dumped on State police law just before dawn
To let em know my ritual had begun
I'd crack a 40 with the devil tell him dig me a hole
cause I'm coming when I die until them I'm in control
This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I aint
but if I was I'd do my walls all blood red with blood paint
This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I aint
But if I was I'd never stop cause I know I can't
[Violent J]
If I was a Serial Killer
I would drive a black van
And I would ride around on college campus
And if I was a Serial Killer
I would walk among us and gain trust
Until I needed that rush
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I'd park outside these bitches homes and then drive away
Then come back with my lights off this time I'm here to stay
I'd wear human bones around my neck and have my ceremonies
Then go back upstairs and microwave some macaronis
You know what's all up in my trunk
So don't ask me to pop it
Once I get out to my cabin
Then I'll finally unlock it
This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I'm not
But if I was I'd snap a photo once they died on the spot
This is if I was a Serial Killer and though I'm not
But if I was I'd know that I can't so I would never stop
[Violent J]
And I don't know myself anymore
(and I don't know who I am anymore)
And I don't know who to be anymore
(and I don't know who I am anymore)
And I don't know what to think anymore
(and I don't know who I am anymore)
Except that I am strange and deranged
(and I don't know who I am anymore)
And I will never change
[chorus]
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Psychopathic Records shit we'll burn the whole planet down
I wanna run with this hatchet
We gotta always kick the wicked shit we'll always be the same
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Fuck the world take me under bitch we trying to rule the tunnels,
The Tempest raining lightning balls of fire rain
ICP with Mike E Clark again
I wanna run with this hatchet
(Wicked Clowns, Blaze, Twiztid, Boondox and Lotus
Holding down the underground and you know this
I wanna run with this hatchet
You know this
Chop it on down
Chop it on down
I wanna run with this hatchet
I wanna run with this hatchet
[chorus again]
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Psychopathic Records shit we'll burn the whole planet down
I wanna run with this hatchet
We gotta always kick the wicked shit we'll always be the same
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Fuck the world take me under bitch we trying to rule the tunnels,
The Tempest raining lightning balls of fire rain
ICP with Mike E Clark again
I wanna run with this hatchet
Wicked Clowns, Blaze, Twiztid, Boondox and Lotus
Holding down the underground and you know this
I wanna run with this hatchet
You know this
[Violent J]
If I was a Serial Killer
I would bury all my special projects
underneath the garden in my grandmother's backyard
And if I was a Serial Killer
I would be strange and deranged
And I would rock my hatchet chain
If magic is all we've ever known
Then it's easy to miss what really goes on
But I've seen miracles in every way
And I see miracles everyday
Oceans spanning beyond my sight
And a million stars way above em at night
We don't have to be high to look in the sky
And know that's a miracle opened wide
Look at the mountains, trees, the seven seas
And everything chilling underwater, please
Hot lava, snow, rain and fog
Long neck giraffes, and pet cats and dogs
And I've seen eighty-five thousand people
All in one room, together as equals
Pure magic is the birth of my kids
I've seen shit that'll shock your eyelids
The sun and the moon, and even Mars
The Milky Way and fucking shooting stars
UFOs, a river flows
Plant a little seed and nature grows
Niagara falls and the pyramids
Everything you believed in as kids
Fucking rainbows after it rains
There's enough miracles here to blow your brains
I fed a fish to a pelican at Frisco bay
It tried to eat my cell phone, he ran away
And music is magic, pure and clean
You can feel it and hear it but it can't be seen
Music is all magic
(Are you a firm believer in miracles)
You can't even hold it
(Do you notice and recognize miracles)
It's just there in the air
(Are you a firm believer in miracles)
Pure motherfucking magic
Right?
This shit'll blow your fucking mind
(Do you notice and recognize miracles)
Music is a lot like love, it's all a feeling
And it fills the room, from the floor to the ceiling
I see miracles all around me
Stop and look around, it's all astounding
Water, fire, air and dirt
Fucking magnets, how do they work?
And I don't wanna talk to a scientist
Y'all motherfuckers lying, and getting me pissed
Solar eclipse, and vicious weather
Fifteen thousand Juggalos together
And I love my mom for giving me this
Time on this planet, taking nothing for granted
I seen a caterpillar turn into a butterfly
Miracles ain't nothing to lie
Shaggy's little boys look just like Shaggy
And my little boy looks just like daddy
Miracles each and every where you look
And nobody has to stay where they put
This world is yours for you to explore
There's nothing but miracles beyond your door
The Dark Carnival is your invitation
To witness them without explanation
Take a look at this fine creation
And enjoy it better with appreciation
Crows, ghosts, the midnight coast
The wonders of the world, mysteries the most
Just open your mind, and it ain't no way
To ignore the miracles of every day
(Are you a firm believer in miracles)
Magic everywhere in this bitch
(Do you notice and recognize miracles)
It's all around you, you don't even know it
(Are you a firm believer in miracles)
Magic everywhere in this bitch
Shit's crazy
(Do you notice and recognize miracles,
So many miracles, the magic miracles)
Are you a firm believer in miracles
Do you have time for the miracles
Do you notice and recognize miracles
So many miracles, the magic miracles
Are you a firm believer in miracles
Do you have time for the miracles
Do you notice and recognize miracles
So many miracles, the magic miracles
Are you a firm believer in miracles
Do you have time for the miracles
Do you notice and recognize miracles
So many miracles, the magic miracles
Are you a firm believer in miracles
Do you have time for the miracles
Do you notice and recognize miracles
So many miracles, the magic miracles
Found by eminem
Lyrical murders
(feat. K-Young)
"This is the life, we gone!" - [Royce Da 5'9"]
"I ain't with the leanin and rockin
That ain't even seen as a option..." - [Joe Budden]
[Intro: Crooked I (Kay Young)]
You're nothin without (Focus)
Woo.. Long Beach (lay your seats back)
New Jersey (turn your speakers up)
Brook-lyn! Detroit!
[Chorus: Kay Young]
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
(What you talkin 'bout?)
Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Man, we own these streets
And the freaks they love us
We ain't worried 'bout you fuckers (Slaughterhouse)
[Crooked I]
Lyrical murderer, blame Rakim
I'm a sniper shootin my way into your lame top 10
Pistol at your head if I ain't next to Eminem
Then I bust in your face like I'm fuckin Lil' Kim
Niggaz better pray to the lyrical lord
that I fall off like the umbilical cord before I fill up the morgue
This is how a killer record
with the double-edged triple syllable sword, I'm iller than all
Dineri, see I'm a literary genius
Bury niggaz with words, a cemetery linguist
Most rappers are comedy gold
They like they boyfriend's sodomy hole - they full of SHIT!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Now you could walk through the shadow of death next to that shady street
Where the verbal cocaine business and 80's meet
Where them niggaz is backwards
I'm ridin with my daughter in the front with the A.K. in the baby seat
We them copycat killers, unleashin venom
Commit them lyrical murders and then we re-commit 'em
Lyrics be high quality
Bitches be givin me brain, my dick be deep in they heads like psychology
Independently pennin the best words that were ever said
The mixture of Leatherhead and Everclear
You can't hide, we everywhere
Now, picture a grizzly standin next to a teddy bear
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
Yeah
Hello hip-hop, I am here, you dyin yeah and I'm aware
A beast so at your wake I'll cry lion's tears
And that's no disrespect to the pioneers
If we ain't who you tryin to hear
Somethin either wrong with your eyes and ears
I came in this game screamin Jers'
Ain't an MC in our lane to try and merge
Try and run with our wave
But I'm cool with bein Eddie Levert seein my son on stage
Gun gon' blaze, act up in this joint
And I'ma be Nate Robinson and back up the point
Your run's over, run with us or get run over
I'm here to save this shit, and I brung soldiers
[Joell Ortiz]
This is lyrical murder
Me and every track have a physical merger
When I stab it in the chest I'ma bit of a curver
So it bleeds to death, like the middle of a unfinished burger
Or sometimes I wrap my hand around his throat
Cause he think his kick is slick or his little snare is dope
Shoot the bass in the face but sometimes I carry a rope
to hang the piano keys when they hittin every note
I'm what no beat's able to withstand
If you suffer from writer's block and your label got big plans
Listen to this fam
Slide a little dough out that budget, and hire the instrumental hitman
[Chorus]
1. Give me your number? -
2. Have sex with me? -
3. Let me kiss you? -
4. Watch a movie with me? -
5. Have dinner with me? -
6. Drive me somewhere? Anywhere? -
7. Take a shower with me? -
8. Be my bf/gf? -
9. Tell me you love me? -
10. Buy me a drink if I didnt have money? -
11. Take me home for the night? -
12. Would you let me sleep in your bed with you? -
13. Sing car kareoke with me? -
14. Re-post this for me to answer your questions? -
15. Do you think im attractive, beautiful, sexy, or hot? -
16. Do you like my style? -
17. Do you think im funny? -
18. Do you care about me? -
19. Would you dance with me? -
20. Would you sing happy birthday to me? -
[what would you do if]
» I said I liked you?
» I kissed you?
» I lived next door to you?
» I stole something?
» I was hospitalized?
» I got into a fight and you weren't there?
[what do you think about my]
» Personality?
» Eyes?
» Face?
» Hair?
» Clothes?
[1] Who are you? -
[2] Are we friends? -
[3] When and how did we meet? -
[4] How have I affected you? -
[5] What do you think of me? -
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? -
[7] How long do you think we will be friends? -
[8] Do you love me? -
[9] Have I ever hurt you? How? -
[10] Would you hug me? -
[11] Would you kiss me? -
[12] Would you fuck me? -
[13] Are we close? -
[14] Emotionally, what stands out? -
[15] Do you wish I was cooler? -
[16] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? -
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[18] Am I loveable? -
[19] How long have you known me? -
[20] Describe me in one word.
[21] What was your first impression? -
[22] Do you still think that way about me now? -
[23] What do you think my weakness is? -
[24] Do you think I'll get married? -
[25] What about me makes you happy? -
[26] What about me makes you sad? -
[27] What reminds you of me? -
[28] What's something you would change about me? -
[29] How well do you know me? Are you sure? -
[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't ? -
[31] Do you think I would kill someone? -
[32] Would you ever go out with me if i asked? -
welcome to my world scratch the real world hun its harsh and full of bullshit so heres how I see it 9 out of every 10 promises is promised with no intention of following through, 8 out of every 10 promises are broke, out of every 10 times a person swears on something 9 times they don't mean it, 100 percent of everything a politician says is a life or a extremely over and or under exaggerated load of crap. and every time someone says I'm ok chances are its a lie, Oh not to mention now adays you can't even trust the closest of people anymore
She got down on hands and knees,
One ear against the ground,
Holding her breath to hear something,
But the dirt made not a sound tonight
Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores,
Where we danced just to please the gods that only ask for more,
So it goes
But still we give ourselves to this
We can't spend our lives waiting to live
On cold nights
In a prayer for dawn
But daylight
Isn't what she wants
The concrete
Calls my name again
I'm falling
Through the cracks I slip
The postcard says wish you were here
But I'd rather I was there,
Holding on to the simple things before they disappear,
That's what I meant
But that was then, and this is now
I'll make it up to you somehow
On cold nights
In a prayer for dawn
But daylight
Isn't what she wants
The concrete
Calls my name again
I'm falling
Through the cracks I slip
A destination, a fading smile.
Another station, another mile.
Another day gone, I swore that I will.
Be there before dawn.
So be there, I will.
She got down on hands and knees,
One ear against the ground,
Holding her breath to hear something,
Anything at all
The dirt whispered, "Child, I'm coming home"
On cold nights
In a prayer for dawn
But daylight
Isn't what she wants
The concrete
Calls my name again
I'm falling
Through the cracks I slip
