NO FUC?ING WAYZitat:
Zitat von spudweb521
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NO FUC?ING WAYZitat:
Zitat von spudweb521
Hehehehe
http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...rga/Image2.gif.....Zitat:
Zitat von Siouxsie
Bueller? Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?Zitat:
Zitat von idk2
lol spudweb "F.U.C.I{. Hehehehe"
REAL EDIT: I though I was editing my post...
Thats the one...Zitat:
Zitat von bluegrunt
Who are you?
Whyever not?Zitat:
Zitat von idk2
im confused whats going on here?
Were playing a game called "balls on chin"Zitat:
Zitat von leonheart_a
Who are you?Zitat:
Zitat von idk2
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair
chorus:
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin
I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way
Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
(chorus)
I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still recieve your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?
(chorus)
I'm playing a game called "My balls on your mum"Zitat:
Zitat von idk2
Killing in the name of!Zitat:
Zitat von bluegrunt
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!
Yeah! Come on!
**** you, I won't do what you tell me
**** you, I won't do what you tell me
**** you, I won't do what you tell me
**** you, I won't do what you tell me
**** you, I won't do what you tell me
**** you, I won't do what you tell me
**** you, I won't do what you tell me
**** you, I won't do what you tell me
**** you, I won't do what you tell me!
**** you, I won't do what you tell me!
**** you, I won't do what you tell me!
**** you, I won't do what you tell me!
**** you, I won't do what you tell me!
**** you, I won't do what you tell me!
**** you, I won't do what you tell me!
**** you, I won't do what you tell me!
Mother****er!
Uggh!
That just happens to be the song im listening to
That also happens to be calling Killing in the Name by RATM.
0_0..
Oh, speaking of balls on chin:
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I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you’re forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles’ tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal family
And the Rabbi that’s clutching the bottle-fed-puppy
And we can’t forget the newlyweds
And those Jerry’s Kids are as good as dead
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope your cellmate thinks he’s God
But C. N. N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob"
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim’s a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance"
And flights with his imaginary playmate Vince
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called "Balls On Chin"
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember "fist" can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You’re bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
‘Cause he’s the guy ya flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
No effing way, seriously?Zitat:
Zitat von Siouxsie
ok...........
so what time is it in america?
Shoe On Head!Zitat:
Zitat von idk2
http://bluegrunt.googlepages.com/ShoeOnHead.gif
lawl^
Is it just me of is QJ acting all hella slow
Yeah, same here. Slow. Shoe On Head! YTMND Edition!
heeyy....
Only users lose drugs
yeah, it was so slow on Firefox, I had tro switch to old Explorer again!
fool, you use firefox, opera 9 works with qj now, you have no excuse!Zitat:
Zitat von The Ex