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I am personally a big fan of Wheezy-Lil WAyne-WiZZZle whatever, but my favorite quate from a song would definently be 'Cause B**ch im the bomb like Tick! Tick! Beeeeeeotch-Wheezy-Got money

 

 

 

 

 

-.- -.- :thumbdown: :thumbdown: Fail.

 

 

 

whats a quate? #-o #-o

 

 

 

At least the quote he posted has humor value. The ones you posted were just... bad.

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[hide=FTW]Bret:

 

They call me the rhymenocerous

 

Not because I'm fat

 

Not because I've got birds on my back

 

Because I'm horny, I'm horny

 

When I'm on the mic

 

I'm like global warming

 

You can't ignore me

 

In the bedroom I'm the gentleman

 

All the ladies come before me

 

Check your yellow pages I'm a registered rhymenaecologist

 

Now I'm passing over the mic to the hiphop-potamus

 

 

 

Jemaine:

 

They call me the hiphop-potamus

 

My lyrics are bottomless

 

 

 

Bret (spoken)Is that it?

 

Jemaine(spoken)Yeah

 

 

 

Bret:

 

Sometimes my rhymes are obscene

 

Described as smutty, pornographic scene that's r18

 

They're so filthy, I feel guilty

 

I have to rinse my mouth out with Listerine

 

Like when I rap about those [bleep]es smothered in margarine

 

Hahahaha

 

(gun sound effects)

 

(spoken)Sorry about that, that was a bit violent

 

Sorry about that one, you have a go

 

 

 

jemaine:

 

They call me the hiphop-potamus

 

cause I got flows that glow like phosphorous

 

Poppin off the top of this oesophageus

 

Not because I'm a water dwelling mammal from Africa

 

Called a hippopotamus I'm not a hippopotamus, I'm a hiphop-potamus

 

Where did you get the preposterous hypothesis that I was a hippopotamus?

 

Did Steve tell you?

 

What's he got to do with it?

 

Bloody Steve!!

 

 

 

both guys:

 

Other rappers diss me

 

Say my rhymes are sissy

 

What, what, what, why, why, why?

 

 

 

jemaine:

 

Be more constructive with your feedback

 

 

 

Bret:

 

Because I rap about reality

 

 

 

both guys:

 

Like me and my grandma having a cup of tea?

 

Ain't no party like my nana's tea party

 

Hey-[garden tool]

 

 

 

bret:

 

Freestyle, hiphop-potamus you do some freestyling

 

jemaine:

 

I'm freestylin just on the microphone

 

On the bbc, on the bbc

 

I'm just freestylin on the bbc

 

Um British broadcasting company

 

i'm just basically making this [cabbage] up as I go along

 

Basically just free

 

Just basically from the top of my dome

 

Sometimes it's not so good

 

 

 

My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment

 

I made all the lady listeners pregnant

 

Yeah that's right, sometimes my lyrics are sexist

 

But you lovely [bleep]es know, should know

 

I'm trying to correct this[/hide]

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[hide=FTW]Bret:

 

They call me the rhymenocerous

 

Not because I'm fat

 

Not because I've got birds on my back

 

Because I'm horny, I'm horny

 

When I'm on the mic

 

I'm like global warming

 

You can't ignore me

 

In the bedroom I'm the gentleman

 

All the ladies come before me

 

Check your yellow pages I'm a registered rhymenaecologist

 

Now I'm passing over the mic to the hiphop-potamus

 

 

 

Jemaine:

 

They call me the hiphop-potamus

 

My lyrics are bottomless

 

 

 

Bret (spoken)Is that it?

 

Jemaine(spoken)Yeah

 

 

 

Bret:

 

Sometimes my rhymes are obscene

 

Described as smutty, pornographic scene that's r18

 

They're so filthy, I feel guilty

 

I have to rinse my mouth out with Listerine

 

Like when I rap about those [bleep] smothered in margarine

 

Hahahaha

 

(gun sound effects)

 

(spoken)Sorry about that, that was a bit violent

 

Sorry about that one, you have a go

 

 

 

jemaine:

 

They call me the hiphop-potamus

 

cause I got flows that glow like phosphorous

 

Poppin off the top of this oesophageus

 

Not because I'm a water dwelling mammal from Africa

 

Called a hippopotamus I'm not a hippopotamus, I'm a hiphop-potamus

 

Where did you get the preposterous hypothesis that I was a hippopotamus?

 

Did Steve tell you?

 

What's he got to do with it?

 

Bloody Steve!!

 

 

 

both guys:

 

Other rappers diss me

 

Say my rhymes are sissy

 

What, what, what, why, why, why?

 

 

 

jemaine:

 

Be more constructive with your feedback

 

 

 

Bret:

 

Because I rap about reality

 

 

 

both guys:

 

Like me and my grandma having a cup of tea?

 

Ain't no party like my nana's tea party

 

Hey-[garden tool]

 

 

 

bret:

 

Freestyle, hiphop-potamus you do some freestyling

 

jemaine:

 

I'm freestylin just on the microphone

 

On the bbc, on the bbc

 

I'm just freestylin on the bbc

 

Um British broadcasting company

 

i'm just basically making this [cabbage] up as I go along

 

Basically just free

 

Just basically from the top of my dome

 

Sometimes it's not so good

 

 

 

My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment

 

I made all the lady listeners pregnant

 

Yeah that's right, sometimes my lyrics are sexist

 

But you lovely [bleep] know, should know

 

I'm trying to correct this[/hide]

 

"I made all the lady listeners pregnant."

 

Me to.

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why does tonight, have to end?

 

why don't we hit restart,

 

and pause it at our favorite parts.

 

we'll skip the goodbyes.

 

if i had it my way,

 

i'd turn the car around and runaway,

 

just you and i.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Tiger Lily by Matchbook Romance. I feel it just fits too well for me at the moment.

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It's all this reeking ego craves

 

The sun to never set

 

Why do threads of anger never linger?

 

Why does the ember turn to stone?

 

To where the longing goes

 

In with the sins of old

 

A face of nothing, to never see

 

As blind as free

 

 

 

Everything I want

 

Is in at the end of this

 

Everything I need

 

Will be at the end of me

 

 

 

My negation

 

How will you know my name

 

And sense the danger coming?

 

My negation

 

How can you see my face?

 

What's to become of me?

 

 

 

The art of reduction

 

Stripped down through

 

What seems defendable

 

Scaled to bare revisions

 

To stop making sense

 

Levelling pillars of towering fear

 

Rational instincts and insight to spare

 

End of falseness, end of grace

 

 

 

Everything I fear

 

Is in this failing

 

Nothing of what I am

 

Is in this end

 

 

 

My negation

 

How will you know my name

 

And sense the danger coming?

 

My negation

 

How can you see my face?

 

What's to become of me?

 

 

 

- My Negation, by Dark Tranquility

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"Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.

 

 

 

10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,

 

in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51

 

Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy

 

when a flaming stealth banana split the sky

 

like one would hope but never really expect

 

to see in a place like this.

 

Cutting right angle donuts on a dime

 

and stopping right at my Birkenstocks,

 

and me yelping...

 

 

 

Holy [bleep] [cabbage]!"

 

-----------------

 

"If the vibe was suicide

 

Then you would push da button

 

But if ya bowin' down

 

Then let me do the cuttin'"

 

 

 

 

 

On the same page, are we?

 

 

 

 

 

I can say what I want to

 

Even if I am not serious

 

I can say what I want to

 

Even if I'm just kidding!

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We should euthanize anyone who lacks the capability to contribute to society in any way.

Please don't elect this man for president in 2012

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The teacher stands at the front of the class, but the lesson plan he can't recall

 

The students' eyes don't perceive his lies bouncin' off every f*ckin' wall

 

His closure is well kept; I guess he fears playing the fool

 

The complacent students sit and listen to that bull sh*t that he learned in school

 

 

 

Europe ain't my rope to swing on

 

Can't learn a thing from it, yet we hang from it!

 

Gotta get 'em gotta get em' we're better than 'em

 

Like the mother f*cking Weathermen.

 

 

 

"Take The Power Back" by Rage Against the Machine

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"He could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder."

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@Range_This11: First part of your quote is one of my favourite quotes by Rage <3

 

 

 

Angels on the sideline,

 

Puzzled and amused.

 

Why did Father give these humans free will?

 

Now they're all confused.

 

 

 

Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?

 

Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys

 

Where there's one you're bound to divide it right in two.

 

 

 

Angels on the sideline,

 

Baffled and confused.

 

Father blessed them all with reason,

 

And this is what they choose?

 

 

 

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.

 

Silly monkeys.

 

Give them thumbs, they forge a blade,

 

And where there's one they're bound to divide it right in two.

 

 

 

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.

 

Silly monkeys.

 

Give them thumbs, they make a club to beat their brother down.

 

How they've survived so misguided is a mystery.

 

Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability

 

To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.

 

 

 

Gotta divide it all right in two.

 

 

 

Fight till they die over sun, over sky,

 

They fight till they die over sea, over air,

 

They fight till they die over blood, over love,

 

They fight till they die over words, polarizing.

 

 

 

Angels on the sideline again,

 

Benched along with patience and reason.

 

Angels on the sideline again,

 

Wondering where this tug of war will end.

 

 

 

Gotta divide it all right in two.

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We all carry these things inside that no one else can see.

 

They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.

 

I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see.

 

But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me?

 

 

 

Bring Me The Horizon- Chelsea Smile.

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Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes

 

Squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised

 

Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon

 

Involuntarily pulpifying facil region

 

 

 

Cannibal Corpse - Hammer Smashed Face

Why even try with that idiot? Honestly, there is no point whatsoever. I'd get better replies if I argued with a tree stump.
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Absolutally +1 on the guy who posted 10000 Days by Tool.

 

 

 

My contributions:

 

 

 

Dream Theater a Change of Seasons

 

 

 

[hide=]I remember a time

 

My frail, virgin mind

 

Watched the crimson sunrise

 

Imagined what it might find

 

Life was filled with wonder

 

I felt the warm wind blow

 

I must explore the boundaries

 

Transcend the depth of winter's snow

 

 

 

 

 

I'll always remember

 

The chill of November

 

The news of the fall

 

The sounds in the hall

 

The clock on the wall

 

Ticking away

 

"Seize the Day"

 

I heard him say

 

Life will not always be this way

 

Look around

 

Hear the sounds

 

Cherish your life

 

While you're still around

 

 

 

I sit down with my son

 

Set to see the Crimson Sunset

 

(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)

 

Many years have come and gone

 

I've lived my life, but now must move on

 

(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may)

 

He's my only one

 

Now that my time has come

 

Now that my life is done

 

We look into the sun

 

"Seize the day

 

And don't you cry

 

Now it's time

 

To say good-bye

 

Even though

 

I'll be gone

 

I will live on

 

Live on"

 

 

 

 

 

Chose only my favourite bits of the song.[/hide]

 

 

 

The Bezerker - Reality

 

 

 

[hide=]The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few

 

and even those they tend to be wasted,

 

you have taken pride in a lifeform that you think you know

 

but what you do not know is it's rotting,

 

it is so unfortunate that this is how our world must be

 

but why must i accept reality, is this reality?

 

how can i exist amongst you people when i feel this way

 

when all that seems so wrong is everywhere,

 

 

 

A world without substance feeling so superior

 

i am discontent with lies and with ineffective lives,

 

should i grieve for mankind or live out my life

 

to be free of pain i'll want it back again,

 

so to be one with man i must be false to myself

 

any effort's futile for my life is just mine,

 

i have visions of worlds that are unparalleled

 

my attempts are in vain to walk this earth without shame,

 

for being human,

 

 

 

This is my reality and you do not have to accept it

 

you are only human with excuses and complaints,

 

couldn't you be something greater come on now you know the answer

 

you are so absorbed with your own pathetic lives,

 

why should i feel pity for you i don't think i know the answer,

 

have you ever thought about opening your closed eyes,

 

what is it that you're afraid of, don't you want to see yourself,

 

couldn't bear to see yourself as i see you.[/hide]

 

 

 

Those lyrics scared the hell out of me when I first read them and made me really consider what I was spending my life doing. Wasn't a pretty picture.

 

 

 

Couldn't you be something greater come on now you know the answer

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The teacher stands at the front of the class, but the lesson plan he can't recall

 

The students' eyes don't perceive his lies bouncin' off every f*ckin' wall

 

His closure is well kept; I guess he fears playing the fool

 

The complacent students sit and listen to that bull sh*t that he learned in school

 

 

 

Europe ain't my rope to swing on

 

Can't learn a thing from it, yet we hang from it!

 

Gotta get 'em gotta get em' we're better than 'em

 

Like the mother f*cking Weathermen.

 

 

 

"Take The Power Back" by Rage Against the Machine

 

Man, I wish I had you as my history teacher.

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The teacher stands at the front of the class, but the lesson plan he can't recall

 

The students' eyes don't perceive his lies bouncin' off every f*ckin' wall

 

His closure is well kept; I guess he fears playing the fool

 

The complacent students sit and listen to that bull sh*t that he learned in school

 

 

 

Europe ain't my rope to swing on

 

Can't learn a thing from it, yet we hang from it!

 

Gotta get 'em gotta get em' we're better than 'em

 

Like the mother f*cking Weathermen.

 

 

 

"Take The Power Back" by Rage Against the Machine

 

Man, I wish I had you as my history teacher.

 

 

 

 

 

Range is a history teacher :?:

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The teacher stands at the front of the class, but the lesson plan he can't recall

 

The students' eyes don't perceive his lies bouncin' off every f*ckin' wall

 

His closure is well kept; I guess he fears playing the fool

 

The complacent students sit and listen to that bull sh*t that he learned in school

 

 

 

Europe ain't my rope to swing on

 

Can't learn a thing from it, yet we hang from it!

 

Gotta get 'em gotta get em' we're better than 'em

 

Like the mother f*cking Weathermen.

 

 

 

"Take The Power Back" by Rage Against the Machine

 

Man, I wish I had you as my history teacher.

 

 

 

 

 

Range is a history teacher :?:

 

Gonna be one. I think. :?

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"I promise I won't keep you long.I'll keep you forever." Dead skin mask-Slayer.That is one of the few quotes that can be romantic and homicidal at the same time.

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If you look at me and feel offended by my 666-ism,think.I could be just as offended by your "cross".

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The Eleventh Commandment:Thou Shalst only say "Amen,brother".

Amen, brother :lol:

Amen, brudda (referring to the 10th commandment)

amen Bruder! (german ftw)

I'm invulnerable to everything, except Lenin and Dragoonson.

That's impossible.

 

I love people.[/hide]

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"I am the Eggman

 

We are the eggmen

 

I am the Walrus

 

Goo goo goo joob!"

 

 

 

-The Beatles, "I Am The Walrus"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On a more serious note, I agree with ragen on A Change of Seasons. I also love a lot of Pain of Salvation and Porcupine tree lyrics, but I'm to lazy to post specific examples.

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Jesu's Silver

 

"silver's just another gold

 

when you're bitter and you're old

 

you could tell me anything

 

but not what the future brings"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lol

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[hide=]Now when I was a young man I carried me pack

 

And I lived the free life of the rover.

 

From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,

 

Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.

 

Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,

 

It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."

 

So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,

 

And they marched me away to the war.

 

 

 

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"

 

As the ship pulled away from the quay,

 

And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,

 

We sailed off for Gallipoli.

 

 

 

And how well I remember that terrible day,

 

How our blood stained the sand and the water;

 

And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay

 

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.

 

Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;

 

He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --

 

And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,

 

Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

 

 

 

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"

 

When we stopped to bury our slain,

 

Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,

 

Then we started all over again.

 

 

 

And those that were left, well, we tried to survive

 

In that mad world of blood, death and fire.

 

And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive

 

Though around me the corpses piled higher.

 

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,

 

And when I woke up in me hospital bed

 

And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --

 

Never knew there was worse things than dying.

 

 

 

For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"

 

All around the green bush far and free --

 

To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,

 

No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me.

 

 

 

So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,

 

And they shipped us back home to Australia.

 

The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,

 

Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.

 

And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,

 

I looked at the place where me legs used to be,

 

And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,

 

To grieve, to mourn and to pity.

 

 

 

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"

 

As they carried us down the gangway,

 

But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,

 

Then they turned all their faces away.

 

 

 

And so now every April, I sit on my porch

 

And I watch the parade pass before me.

 

And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,

 

Reviving old dreams of past glory,

 

And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,

 

They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war

 

And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"

 

And I ask meself the same question.

 

 

 

But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"

 

And the old men still answer the call,

 

But as year follows year, more old men disappear

 

Someday, no one will march there at all.

 

 

 

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.

 

Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

 

And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong,

 

Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?[/hide]

 

 

 

Lyrics by Eric Bogle. The Pogues version is the best I've ever heard though.

La lune ne garde aucune rancune.

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