31.01.09 – "A Night at the Opera" + "Don’t say Motherfucker, Motherfucker"

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Pantera / Fucking hostile
(Pantera); Vulgar Display Of Power, 1992

[INDENT]Almost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself
You put you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate
Promise to nauseate
Today Ill play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules
For you to know about yourself
Not lie and make you believe
What’s evil is making love
And making friends
And meeting God you’re own way
The right way

To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You’re making us
Fucking hostile

We stand alone

The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the law
You seem to miss the point
Arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why
Hundreds of people die
You’re writing tickets man
My mom got jumped – they ran!
Now Ill play a public servant
To serve and protect
By the law and the state
I’d bust the punks
That rape steal and murder
And leave you be
If you crossed me
Id shake your hand like a man
Not a god

To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You’re making us
Fucking hostile

We stand alone

Come meet your maker, boy
Some things you cant enjoy
Because of heaven/hell
A fucking wives tale
They put it in your head
Then put you in your bed
He’s watching say your prayers
Cause God is everywhere
Now Ill play a man learning priesthood
Who’s about to take the ultimate test in life
Id question things because I am human
And call no one my father who’s no closer that a stranger

I wont listen

To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn
You’re making us
Fucking hostile

We stand alone

Copperheadhi rudi, heute war kabarettabend! einmal im jahr muss kultur sein!

@ hallo gerald! :lol:

Hi werner, passend zum durchspülen der ohren :lol:

Copperheadhi rudi, heute war kabarettabend! einmal im jahr muss kultur sein!

@ hallo gerald! :lol:

Was gabs denn?

Wu-Tang Clan / Wu-Tang ain’t nothing ta f’ wit
(Wu-Tang Clan); Legend Of The Wu-Tang – Wu-Tang Clan’s Greatest Hits, 2004

[INDENT][Intro: RZA]
Tiger style
Yo, huh, huh
Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
There’s no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM
JAM, now scream like Tarzan

[Verse One: RZA]
I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
I’m causin more Family Feud’s than Richard Dawson
And the survey said – ya dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head
MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back
Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!

[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]
I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I’m forced to fuck it up
My style carries like a pickup truck
Across the clear blue yonder
Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state!

[Chorus: RZA]
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that’s busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck with

[Interlude: RZA]
Hyah!
Step up, boy!
Represent!
Chop his head off, kid!

[Verse Three: Method Man]
The Meth will come out tomorrow,
Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow
In fact I’m a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through
Niggaz is like „Oh, my God, not you!“
Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
Rather do than die, check my
flava, comin from the RZA
which is short for the razor
Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu!
I’m rubber, niggaz is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

[Chorus: RZA]
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that’s busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck with

[RZA]
Ahh-hah! Yeah
Representin Brooklyn Queens
Long Island, Manhattan Bronx
The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta
Our boys in Ohio
comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh
Yo, niggaz from The Source
My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN
Rod Strickland, Jason [?] and yeah
true, true, my nigga [?] it’s goin down boy
We ain’t nuttin ta fuck wit
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin California squadron
comin through knahmsayin? The whole fuckin West coast
to the whole East, niggaz from D.C.
Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck wit
all over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy
Peace to the fuckin Zulu Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond
Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy
It ain’t safe no more!
Peace.

Body Count / KKK bitch
(Ice-T & Ernie C.); Body Count, 1992

[INDENT]Aw yeah, what’s up out there? BC’s in the house. Right
about now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know
what I’m sayin’, this is a Body Count love story check out
the lyrics, you know, I’m a tell you ‘bout what happened
when we went down South last year on tour.

Out on tour yo, I been all around the world
went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl,
blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs,
the kinda girl that would knock out most guys.
She got wild in the backstage bathroom,
sucked my dick like a muthafuckin’ vacuum,
said „I love you, but my daddy don’t play,
he’s the fuckin’ grand wizard of the KKK.“

I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

You know what I’m sayin’. So we was down South fallin’ in
love, you know, D-Roc had this Nazi girl, my man
Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with Tipper Gore’s
two twelve year old nieces. It was wild, you know what I’m
sayin’, it got even worse, you know.

So one night they took us to a meetin’
white sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin’
there was Skinheads, Nazi’s and crazies,
talkin’ ‘bout black people pushin’ up daisies.
They hated Blacks, Jews, Puerto Ricans,
Mexicans, Chinese, even the Indians.
We had our hoods on,
we were slick
she pushed her butt up hard against my dick.
Then her daddy jumped on the stage
talkin’ ‘bout killin’ in a goddamn rage.
I got mad, my dick got hard
entered in her ass
she said, „Oh my God!“

I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

So what we really tryin’ to say is Body Count loves
everybody. We love Mexican girls, Black girls, Oriental girls,
it really don’t matter. If you from Mars, and you got a pussy,
we will fuck you. You know, that’s all we’re sayin’, word.

So every year when Body Count comes around
we throw an orgy in every little Southern town.
KKK’s, Skinheads, and Nazi
girls break their necks
to get to the party.
It ain’t like their men can’t nut,
their dick’s too little
and they just can’t fuck.
So we get buck wild with the white freaks
we show them how to really work the white sheets.
I know her daddy’ll really be after me,
when his grandson’s named little Ice-T.

I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.

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