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

Turbonegro / Don’t say motherfucker, motherfucker
(Turbonegro); Apocalypse Dudes, 1999

[INDENT]Don’t need no budget boob
Don’t need no funcy lube
You wanna deal? I Wanna snitch
Such a wild-ass bitch
but you can’t touch this

So, don’t say motherfucker, motherfucker
Don’t wipe your sole on the curb
Li’l puppy needs a guiding hand
to rub your face in the turd

Don’t need no vintage tits
Don’t need no tight ass lips
You wanna trill? You gotta learn
Better step back as the deathpunk burns

So, don’t say motherfucker, motherfucker
Don’t wipe your sole on the curb
Li’l puppy needs a guiding hand
to rub your face in the turd

They say that rats ain’t got no friends
They say that stink will never end

Gimme that dirty food
Gimme that angel’s lude
You wanna rock? You gotta roll
Washing for gold in a toilet bowl

So, don’t say motherfucker, motherfucker
Don’t wipe you sole on the curb
Li’l puppy needs a guiding hand
to rub your face in the turb

Don’t say motherfucker, motherfucker
Don’t spend it all in one place
Li’l puppy need a helping foot
to kick the sand in your face
lets go
kick the sand in your face
lets go
kick the sand in your face
lets go
kick the sand in your face

Don’t say it.

Zappa1Beastie Boys sind einfach fucking cool!

:bier:

Ich komme voll auf meine Kosten, noch besser wäre die Sendung gestern Nacht gekommen:lol:

so mehr beleidigugn geht fast nicht

Korn vs. Fred Durst / All in the family
(Korn & F. Durst); Follow The Leader, 1998

[INDENT][Fred:] Say what, say what?
[Jon:] My dick is bigger than yours…
[Fred:] Say what, say what?
[Jon:] My band is bigger than yours…
[Fred:] Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka’, Korny motherfucka’. Takin’ over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I’m gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back ‘cuz I’m ‘a kill, I’m ‘a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin’ all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
[Jon:]Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, ‘cuz right now I’m all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
[Fred:] Who the fuck you think you’re talking to??
[Jon:] Me.
[Fred:] I’m known for eatin’ little whiny chumps like you.
[Jon:] Whatever.
[Fred:] All up in my face with that…
[Jon:] Are you ready?!?
[Fred:] But halitosis, is all you’re rockin’ steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it’s Austin Powers!
[Jon:] Yeah, baby!
[Fred:] I hear ya tootin’ on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there’s No Place To Hide.
[Jon:] What the fuck ya’ sayin’? You’re a pimp whateva’, limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he’s saying. Wannabe Funkdoobiest is what you’re playin’, rippin’ up a bad counterfeit, fakin’! Plus your bills I’m paying, you can’t eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.
[Fred:] Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin’ mouth, Jon.

[Jon:] So you hate me?
[Fred:] and I hate you!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It’s all in the family.

[Jon:] I hate you!
[Fred:] and you hate me!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It’s all in the family.

[Jon:] Look at you fool, I’m gonna fuck you up twice, throwin’ rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you’ll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.
[Fred:] Who’s hot, who’s not?
[Jon:] You.
[Fred:] You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
[Jon:] Fuck you.
[Fred:] You pumpkin pie, I’ll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can’t get away.
[Jon:] Get a gay?
[Fred:] ‘Cuz it’s doomsday kid, it’s doomsday.

[Jon:] So you hate me?
[Fred:] and I hate you!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It’s all in the family.

[Jon:] I hate you!
[Fred:] and you hate me!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It’s all in the family.

[Fred:] You call yourself a singer?
[Jon:] Yep.
[Fred:] You’re more like Jerry Springer.
[Jon:] Oh cool!
[Fred:] Your favorite band is winger,
[Jon:] Winger?
[Fred:] and all you eat is Zingers. You’re like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.
[Jon:] Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
[Fred:] It’s just too bad that you’re a fag, and on a lower level.
[Jon:] So you’re from Jacksonville, kickin’ it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin’ butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister’s on her knees waitin’ for your fuckin’ nut.
[Fred:] Wait, where’d ya get that little dance?
[Jon:] Over here.
[Fred:] Like them idiots in Waco, you’re burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it’s just too bad your father’s mad, your mother’s now your lover.
[Jon:] Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin’ wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.

[Jon:] So you hate me?
[Fred:] and I hate you!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It’s all in the family.

[Jon:] I hate you!
[Fred:] and you hate me!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It’s all in the family.
[Jon:] and I love you!

[Fred:] and I want you!
[Jon:] and I’ll suck you!
[Fred:] and I’ll fuck you!
[Jon:] and I’ll butt-fuck you!
[Fred:] and I’ll eat you!
[Jon:] and I lick your little dick motherfucker.
[Fred:] Say what? Say… what?

ich würd mal mutmassen. wenn man in den usa mit dem song im autoradio von den cops angehalten wird, hat man sich ne kostenlose herberge für die nacht gesichert

N.W.A. / Fuck tha police
(M.C. Ren & Ice Cube); Straight Outta Compton, 1988

[INDENT]Right about now NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attorneys are MC Ren Ice Cube and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order order order. Ice Cube take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don’t you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I’m brown
And not the other colour so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain’t tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz I’m a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You’d rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I’m finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can’t swallow bread and water

I don’t know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can’t get none
But don’t let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I’m from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I’m finished, it’s gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.

Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I’m stepping
and the motherfuckin’ weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin’ Ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they’re scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don’t work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police I’m sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it’s all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what’s up
And we’ll go at it punk, I’m fuck you up

Make ya think I’m a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren’s gonna blast
I’m sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I’m a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any asshole that threatens me
I’m a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can’t cope with me

The muthafuckin villain that’s mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I’m a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don’t give a fuck to say

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E’s arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.

[?] and tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>

I’m tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I’m chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it’s because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I’m playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behaviour
Yeah, I’m a gansta, but still I got flavour

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don’t matter if he’s smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he’s from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, E’s here to rule
Whenever I’m rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there’s no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if I’m rollin off the 8, he’ll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I’m drivin off laughin
This is what I’ll say

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that’s a lie. That’s a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!

Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Fuck tha police

Ich habe Frühschicht morgen. Allen eine gute Nacht! Danke an Gerald, cool! Marion, danke für die Technik!