Originally posted by Ketchuptome
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn50 cent-Jus a lil bit
If you didn't say which song that was, I would have confused it with every other song Fifty Cent has done.
Cheers. 😛
I have many favourites, a lot of them are Cobains, but this is one from Cutt Off by Kasabian:
"John was a scientist, hooked on LSD, interested in mind control, and how the monkey held the key"
"So crucify the ego before it's far too late to leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical. And you will come to find that we are all one mind, capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable."
From Reflection by Tool.
Nobody alive can touch Maynard's lyrics. Maybe Patton, Cornell.
-AC
😂 has to be one of the worst songs^
i always liked Holocausts verse on Silkworm
You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Grahically my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity titanium stomach devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me
I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody
bath
While, I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars
Wow.
Sleeping, as in by being ignorant of the artist/album in question, you are missing out.
E.g. ''You don't know who Holocaust is? You're sleeping, he's actually very talented and deserves your attention.''
Or: ''De La Soul's latest album was great, but it was largely slept on by critics and fans alike.''