IRC-Galleria

the beautiful people, the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
and you can't smell your own shit on your knees

there's a time to discriminate,
hate every motherfucker
that's in your way

Hey you, what do ya see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean

fuck everything,everything,everything
how could you love someone with what they've done,now
done everything,everything,everything
how could you love someone with what they've done,now
fuck everything,everything,everything
how could you love someone with what they've done,now. known everything,everything,everything
how could you love someone with what they've done,now

Harri tulee ovelle:
-Mä tein sen!!!!!

:D:D:D

Jep, nyt on mies talossa. hurjaa

Where do I take this pain of mine
I run, but it stays right my side

So tear me open, pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me, until it sleeps

Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once, and now it stays

So tear me open, but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, until I'm clean

*It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me

Until it sleeps**

So tell me why you've choosen me
Don't want your grip, don't want your greed

I'll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me, until it sleeps

*--** Repeat

I don't want it

So tear me open, but beware
The things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, 'till I'm clean...

I'll tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the fear still shapes me
So hold me, until it sleeps...

Until it sleeps...

* Nimesi (2. nimesi ja lähimmän naapurisi sukunimi)
* Asuinpaikkasi (kaupunki, jossa viimeksi kävit junalla)
* Ikäsi (lisää oikeaan ikääsi lohjenneiden sormikynsiesi lukumäärä)
* Ammattisi (naiskäyttäjä kirjoittaa äitinsä ammatin, mieskäyttäjä isänsä)
* Harrastuksesi (harrastukset, joita et ikinä voisi harrastaa/sietää)
* Lapsiesi lukumäärä (montako hiusta lähtee päästäsi, kun vedät)
* Hiustenvärisi (tämän hetkinen paidanväri)
* Silmienvärisi (tämän hetkinen housujen väri)
* Musiikkimakusi (genre, jota et siedä)
* Lempiartistisi (tyyppi, kenen biisin kuuntelit viimeksi)
* Itseäsi parhaiten kuvaava adjektiivi (se adjektiivi, mikä lukee ensimmäisenä, kun kirjoitat googleen 2. nimesi ja "adjektiivi")

*Natalia umumum (en muista yhdenkään naapurin sukunimeä?? uskomatonta eikö??)
*asun Helsingissä :P
*oon....16 vuotta
*Olen kokki xD
*Harrastan hiihtoa, matemaattisten nerojen kerhonpitoa....
*(en voi tehdä tuota lapsi-määräjuttuja!!! ei nyt rastoja saa repiä irti -__-!)
*mustavalkoset hiukset....
*mustavalkoset silmät O_O
*hiphop *__*
*Three Doors Downin laulaja...? mun lempiartisti siis
*Itseäni parhaiten kuvaava adjektiivi=lyhyet muodot xDD ... njaaaaah.

että tällane x) kopsatkaa ihmeessä

Noora Kananen nousi kuolleista maailmaan eräänä myrskyisenä päivänä. Välittömästi näki että hänestä tuli mies.. Perhe oli köyhä ja he söivät vain sianruokaa. Koulussa hän pärjäsi hyvin, siellä hänelle oltiin kateellisia pitkistä kynsistä.

Jo opiskeluaikoina häntä alkoi ällöttämään leikkituuletuskanavat, niinpä rakkaaksi harrastukseksi tuli mormoonit.

Noora kehittyi kuudennellakymmenellä varsin kovaksi. Päähänsä hän sai tumman ruskeat hiukset, sekä tummat silmät.
Petoksista huolimatta hän oli todella fantastinen. Lempiruokaansa sianpääkeittoa hän sai työskennellen vorona.

Noora ei tupakoi mutta käyttää nuuskaa ollessaan ravintolassa. Alkoholia hän juo hiivafestivaaleilla.

Hän löysi itselleen puolison jonka kanssa ei kuitenkaan uskaltanut mennä naimisiin.

Sen pituinen se

No jesh, pääsin kaupungille kesätöihin..vanhustentalolle O_o' palkkahan on kyllä ihan paska, mutta mielummin sitä vähän keventää äitin taakkaa maksaa lukiokirjoja... Phiuuuh. Väsy.

oon jälleen katkera maailmalle- ois tänään ollu kauan odotettu estetunti mutta päänsärky on kyl niin rankka etten todellakaan lähde :/ aika perseestä. Tuskin pystyy mitään muutakaan tekemään.
Argh!

This place inside my mind, a place I like to hide,
You donÂ’t know the chances. what if I should die?



Voi Provinssi perkele TULE PIAN!!!!

Jooh, kopsasin lyrikat suoraan eli en oo sensuroinnu noita kirosanoja enkä jaksa alkaa muuttaa :p ...

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[Fred:] What's up with this f**king 'Ball Tongue' shit?
(on original lyric's sheet)
[Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on orignal lyric's
sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the f**k up, punk. (on orignal
lyric's sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal lyric's sheet)
[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 motherf**ka'. 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:] I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it.
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video,
you little fagg*t 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 f**k 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 tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but
you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.
[Jon:] What the f**k ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva',
limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what
he's saying. Wannabe funk joke 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 f**kin'
mouth, Jon.

[CHORUS:]
[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 f**k you up twice,
throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice.
Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never f**k 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:] F**k 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.

[CHORUS]

[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-f**ked by your uncle Chuck,
while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your f**kin' 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 f**kin'
wheelie?
You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.

[CHORUS]

[Jon:[ and I love you!
[Fred:] and I want you!
[Jon:] and I'll suck you!
[Fred:] and I'll f**k you!
[Jon:] and I'll butt-f**k you!
[Fred:] and I'll eat you!
[Jon:] and I lick your little dick motherf**ker.
[Fred:] Say what? Say... what?