Giants Fan 85 Posted March 26, 2015 2 live crew was what brought to the forefront, "explicit language" warning stickers. Tipper Gore and all her craprom 25 years ago. But what a lot peope didn',t realize is, before all the school shootings and shiat ... A band out of Philly called FEAR ... Pretty much said everything possible. Not backwards, by the devil,or anything, forward, "Steal the money from your mother, buy a gun!" Tipper though, seemed to go after minorities. Despite the amazingly violent lyrics from punk and hardcore bands, sex became the contoversey. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6VTj7LhCtE Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Giants Fan 85 Posted March 26, 2015 Coirse, de palma or whoever it was dint have a problem with it. If the worst of war, is prostitution .... That,s not so bad. Classic shot. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DankNuggs 305 Posted March 26, 2015 Snow - Informer Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NorthernVike 2,080 Posted March 26, 2015 I was lonelier than Kunta Kinti at a Merl Hagger concert. Just for you wiff ol' buddy. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
frank 2,147 Posted March 26, 2015 http://youtu.be/WkOgwAvCdt4 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Giants Fan 85 Posted March 26, 2015 Snow - Informer Lickity the butt rub now ...or whatever it was... Disguised. So much harder, not disguised lyrics. FEAR: KILL YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Giants Fan 85 Posted March 26, 2015 Course, white kids .... Gotta be a joke,, right? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7brILUhItDo Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
patweisers44 697 Posted March 26, 2015 "Its focking whiskey time........" Bulldozer Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Magnificent Bastard 190 Posted March 26, 2015 "I'm gonna love you forever, forever and ever Amen" - Randy Travis Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
kutulu 1,551 Posted March 26, 2015 So f***ing what!Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to BrightonI've been to Eastbourne tooSo what, so whatAnd I've been here, I've been thereI've been every f***ing whereSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little c***Well, who cares, who cares what you doYeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, youWell, I've f***ed the queen, I've f***ed BachI've even sucked an old man's c***So what, so whatAnd I've f***ed a sheep, I've f***ed a goatI rammed my c*** right down its throatSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little f***Well, who cares, who cares what you doAnd, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, youAnd I've drunk that, I've drunk thisI've spewed up on a pint of pissSo what, so whatI've had scank, I've had speedI've jacked up until I bleedSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little c***Well, who cares, who cares what you doYeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, youA-hahaha!Yeah!I've had crabs, I've had liceI've had the clap and that ain't niceSo what, so whatI've f***ed this, I've f***ed thatI've even f***ed a school girl's twatSo what, so whatSo what, so what, you boring little f***Well, who cares, who cares what you doAnd, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, youSo f***ing what! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lickin_starfish 1,482 Posted March 26, 2015 Rise and shine, get out of bed And I'm a warmachine again Beat my meat a few times and I am feeling mean my friend Me, myself and I'm coming It's best to watch your back You are mine and I'm gunnin' I swear I'll beat you black I'm gonna get you and leave you for dead And I'm gonna beat you with a blow to the head You'll never forget me for the rest of my life Cause I am gonna cut you like a switchblade knife -Propain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sho Nuff 719 Posted March 26, 2015 Rock a bye baby... Lazy ass parents put their kid up in a tree because they can't take the time to rock it to sleep. The tree branch breaks and its all happy and great because down comes the baby, cradle and all. What a sick twisted song. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cloaca du jour 2,064 Posted March 27, 2015 Them bull dyke biotches is fockin up the game Belly to belly Skin to skin Fockin like hell but no d!ck goin in 2 live crew. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
tanatastic 2,061 Posted March 27, 2015 If you pheggets think 2 live crew and shiat like that is hardcore lyrics, you need to just not talk about rap music. Pls. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BunnysBastatrds 1,921 Posted March 27, 2015 There was a band back in the day that had some fawked up lyrics about killing nuns and hating the church. King Diamond? That dude was fawked up. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Magnificent Bastard 190 Posted March 27, 2015 Well my daddy came on the Ohio works When he came home from World War Two Now the yards just scrap and rubble He said "them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do" These mills they built the tanks and bombs that won this country's wars We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam Now we wonder what they were dyin' for Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
rholio 339 Posted March 27, 2015 One of my favorite lines- Wisdom of the elders leading children to the grave Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
gocolts 300 Posted March 28, 2015 The blind men shout, Let the creatures outLet's show the unbelieversThe napalm screams of human flamesOf a prime time Belsen feast YEAH!!! As the reasons for the carnageCut their meat and lick the gravyWe oil the jaws of the war machinesAnd feed them with our babies ............. Body bags and little rags Of children torn in twoThe jellied brains of those who remainPut the finger right on you As the madmen play on wordsAnd make us all dance to their songTo the tune of starving millionsTo make a better kind of gun Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SUXBNME 1,340 Posted March 28, 2015 I never got along with the girls at my schoolFilling me up with all their morals and their rulesThey'd pile all their problems on my headI'd rather go out and the dead 'Cause I can do what I wantAnd they won't complainI wanna , I wanna the dead Middle of the night so silentlyI creep on over to the mortuaryLift up the casket and fiddle with the deadTheir cold blue flesh makes me turn red Do what I wantAnd they won't complainI wanna , I wanna the dead And I don't even care how she diedBut I like it betterIf she smells of formaldehyde Never on the rag or say leave me aloneThey don't scream and they don't moanDon't even cry if I shoot in their hairLying on the table she smiles and she stares Share this post Link to post Share on other sites