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supply:

So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts.

jag hatar the bloodhound gang eller vad de nu heter


   
SvaraCitera

"religioner som patroner, laddas i kanoner
hat mot hat krossar alla fredsvisioner"


   
SvaraCitera

har ingen riktig favorit, ändras hela tiden. just nu kanske:

You're operating on all cylinders
Syllables spit like Dillinger's spilling ya guts
People are feeling ya mic skills, but these haters are ice grillin' ya
Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya
Fake friends'll kill for ya, die for ya
But you can't decipher "why?" for the life of ya
It wasn't like this when you were Cypherin'
Argue wit' your wife again
She found Vicodin in your pants last night again
Your dispute's public, nothing is private anymore
Oh, and your best friend? Say bye-bye to him
What kinda apple you take a bite'a, Slim?
(This is what you wanted Marshall, ain't it?)
Fuck, no!


   
SvaraCitera

Are we living to work and die in American cities
And working to live and die in American cities
And dying for what we worked?

Ya´ll claim i´m too negative. Talkin bout Sweden´s really a nice place to live. I´m supposed to be satisfied cus I got a fatter life than my brothers and sisters who die on the other side of the planet. It´s all connected god damnit, if you leave the third world stranded the first and second will soon be drowned in the blood sweat and tears of the people we hold down.

Direkt demokrati genom ballistik slår alltid politik
jag trodde att ni visste att ni miste eran statsminister
för dom briste i säkerhet, ha!, som ni säkert vet
och för mitt ID hos IB, bland IRA, JRA och PFLP
och L-dubbel-O-P TR-dubbel-O-P och PST
det är det att jag vill förverkliga min dröm
att rämna systemet endast genom att hämnas, som Tingström
så glöm inte en kula i ryggraden och bensplitter genom slipsen
det blodiga byltet på britsen medan länsman ber om tipsen
och vittnen förknippar mig med snuten
Olof är skjuten och Lisbeth var på vippen

visst fan sköt jag Palme, med en hålspetsad .357
det är känt nu, men det är slängt nu på mitten av soptippen
så mot vilken bakgrundsfakta kan min blankröst skändas?
inget har förändrats och bara för att trösta mig en smula
sprider jag ränker och tänker hädanefter rösta med en kula

[love]


   
SvaraCitera

supply:

So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts.

[love]


   
SvaraCitera

Welcome to the jungle
We got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want
Honey we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money honey
We got your disease

Så sant så.


   
SvaraCitera

antrax:

[love]

Ditt fel Dold text: öh vadå fel :s att jag kan den ens! [blush][love]


   
SvaraCitera

Nån står i dörren
och lyssnar stum
skuggan över tröskeln
når in i mitt rum
Här kommer rädslan, nu igen
När alla fjärilar i magen nålas upp
till ett mönster på min säng


   
SvaraCitera

Klass mot klass av EAK[party]


   
SvaraCitera

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more


   
SvaraCitera

Har aldrig skrivit någon.


   
SvaraCitera

It doesn't matter
If you're wrong or if you're right
It makes no difference
If you're black or if you're white

All men are equal
Till the victory is won
No colour or religion
Ever stopped the bullet from a gun

Out in the fields
The fighting has begun
Out on the streets
They're falling one by one
Out from the skies
A thousand more will die each day
Death is just a heartbeat away

It doesn't matter
If you're left or to the right
Don't try to hide behind the cause
They want to fight

There'll be no prisoners taken
When the day is done
No flag, no uniform
Ever stopped the bullet from a gun

Out in the fields
The fighting has begun
Out on the streets
They're falling one by one
Out from the skies
A thousand more will die each day
Death is just a heartbeat away

There's no communication
No one to take the blame
The cries of every nation
They're falling on deaf ears again

Out in the fields
Out in the fields
They're falling one by one
Out in the fields
No flag has ever stopped
The bullet from a gun

Death is just a heartbeat away
Out in the fields
A heartbeat away
Out in the fields
Death is just a heartbeat away
Out in the fields
A heartbeat away
Out in the fields

In the fields
The fighting has begun
Out on the streets
They're falling one by one
Out from the skies
A thousand more will die each day

OUT!


   
SvaraCitera

Well I don't know what I'm looking for
But I know that I just wanna look some more
And I won't be satisfied
'Till there's nothing left that I haven't tried


   
SvaraCitera

supply:

Ditt fel Dold text: öh vadå fel :s att jag kan den ens! [blush][love]

Äschdå[blush]


   
SvaraCitera

asså det beror så himla mkt på stämning o så


   
SvaraCitera