song of the day

[passitplz]

Sublime
"What I Got"

Early in the morning, risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
I got a dalmation, and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot

Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got
'Cause you might get runover or you might get shot
Never start no static I just get it off my chest
Never had to battle with no bulletproof vest
Take a small example, take a tip from me
Take all of your money, give it all to charity
Love is what I got
It's within my reach
And the Sublime style's still straight from Long Beach
It all comes back to you, you'll finally get what you deserve
Try and test that you're bound to get served
Love's what I got
Don't start a riot
You'll feel it when the dance gets hot

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got

(That's) why I don't cry when my dog runs away
I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay
I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot
Hits the bottle and goes right to the rock
Fuckin' and fightin', it's all the same
Livin' with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane
Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me

Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that
Lovin', is what I got, I got I got I got

passitplz Reviewed by passitplz on 04-19-2007. song of the day Sublime "What I Got" Early in the morning, risin' to the street Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet Got to find a reason, a reason things went wrong Got to find a reason why my money's all gone I got a dalmation, and I can still get high I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot Rating: 5

[passitplz]

eminem-the way i am

I sit back with this pack of zig zags and this bag
Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest mc on this -- on this earth
And since birth Ive been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress thats been eatin me recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when Im eatin or feedin my daughter
To not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I dont know you and no,
I dont owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
Im not mr. nsync, Im not what your friends think
Im not mr. friendly, I can be a prick
If you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
Im liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I dont care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
Ill smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
Im tired of all you (of all you)..
I dont mean to be mean but thats all I can be is just me

Chorus: eminem

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio wont even play my jam
Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I dont know its just the way I am

[eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense its constant
And, oh, its his lyrical content -
- the song guilty conscience has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately
Points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, its the one you put up
When you dont give a fuck, when you wont just put up
With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dudes gettin bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on marilyn (on marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? and look where its at
Middle america, now its a tragedy
Now its so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
Havin this happenin (this happenin)..
Then attack eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But Im glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and its burnin and I have returned

Chorus

[eminem]
Im so sick and tired of bein admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label and stop with the fables
Im not gonna be able to top on my name is..
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
To cop me rotation at rocknroll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..
To deal with these cocky caucasians who think
Im some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk
With an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin
The same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
til Im grabbin my hair and Im tearin it out
Cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I cant take it
Im racin, Im pacin, I stand and I sit
And Im thankful for ev-ery fan that I get
But I cant take a shit, in the bathroom
Without someone standin by it
No I wont sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole Im glad

Chorus (except change first word cause to and)

[Samwhore]

Why is the song of the day only songs you like?

[Andrew Nguyen]

PWNED.

[Samwhore]

OMG, Pwnage is my life.

[passitplz]

lol weak!... well wat song would u like?

[Samwhore]

Hehe, Barbaric Bludgeonings! Cannibal Corpse!

[passitplz]

Cannibal corpse-Barbaric Bludgeonings

Moving through the cover of night
With battle hardened hate in their eyes
Anticipate the surgical strike
Unsuspecting victims
Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony

Violence, the purest form, a primitive trait
The weak will inherit the earth pile on top of their graves
Survival is slipping the attack has already begun
Dominant force batter their prey, bludgeons their weapon of choice
A vicious tradition since the dawn of man
traumatizing agony
Murderous revelry, smashing people to pieces
This kind of hate cannot be contained
Those who have fallen onto the ground will never rise again

Squalid and broken no match for the enemy
Too weak to fight back no chance for escape
Covered in their own blood
The surgical strike must go on
Ripping out organs they're hung on display
A message to others they'll die the same way
Covered in their own blood
The surgical strike must go on

(Solo: Rob Barrett)
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)

Moving through the cover of night
With battle hardened hate in their eyes
Anticipate the surgical strike
Unsuspecting victims
Will suffer, panic stricken, traumatizing agony

[Samwhore]

Yay! You made my day, okay, now we'll go old school.

It was a good day- Ice Cube

Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do'
Thinking will i live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which court, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking ******s everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a *****z direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of *****z and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' lil Joe I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino

Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day Left my *****z house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one
she didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube's a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day.
Hey wait, wait a minute fool
Stop the shit
What the fuck am I thinking about?

[Metaphor]

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