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Hangin' around with my mates one night We got in a little fight Geezer come with a knife in his fist I got cut along with the rest, said ACAB ACAB ACAB All cops are bastards Coppers come up & say what's the matter with you? Now they see what we can do Next thing I knew I was in a cell All my mates are in there as well ACAB ACAB ACAB All cops are bastards [Instrumental] ACAB ACAB ACAB All cops are bastards I had a court date to plead my case They had delight at the look in my face They said we're gonna put you away I said all I had to say
Rasistisk sång från 1896.
Talk about a coon a having trouble I think I have enough of ma own Its alla bout ma Lucy Jane Stubbles And she has caused my heart to mourn Thars another coon barber from Virginia In society hes the leader of the day And now ma honey gal is gwine to quit me Yes shes gone and drove this coon away Shed no excuse to turn me loose Ive been abused, Im all confused Cause these words she did say Chorus: All coons look alike to me Ive got another beau, you see And hes just as good to me as you, nig! Ever tried to be He spends his money free, I know we cant agree So I dont like you no how All coons look alike to me Never said a word to hurt her feelings I always bout her presents by the score And now my brain with sorrow am a reeling Cause she wont accept them any more If I treated her wrong she may have loved me Like all the rest shes gone and let me down If Im lucky Im a gwine to catch my policy And win my sweet thing way from town For Im worried, yes, Im desperate Ive been Jonahed, and Ill get dangerous If these words she says to me Repeat Chorus
Springsteens låt om polisens nerskjutningen av Amadou Diallo i New York när han sträckte sig efter sin plånbok, och om att vara svart i USA, orsakade mycket bråk när den kom ut. Bojkotter och inställda framträdande följde, bla hos David Letterman.
41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots and we'll take that ride 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots Lena gets her son ready for school She says now on these streets Charles You got to understand the rules Promise me if an officer stops you'll allways be polite Never ever run away and promise momma you'll keep your hands in sight Cause is it a gun? Is it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret The secret my friend You can get killed just for living in your American skin 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots Across this bloody river to the other side 41 shots they cut through the night You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule Praying for his life Is it a gun? Is it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret Ain't no secret my friend You can get killed just for living in your American skin 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots Lena gets her son ready for school She says now on these streets Charles You got to understand the rules Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite Never ever run away and promise momma you'll keep your hands in sight Cause is it a gun? Is it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life It ain't no secretn get killed just for living in your American skin 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots Is it a gun? Is it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret It ain't no secret 41 shots and we'll take that ride Across this bloody river to the other side 41 shots my boots caked in mud We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood It ain't no secretIs it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret The secret my friend You can get killed just for living in You can get killed just for living in You can get killed just for living in your American skin 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots
Right! Now ha, ha, I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I wanna destroy the passerby 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy No dogs body Anarchy for the UK It's coming sometime and maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line Your future dream is a shopping scheme 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy In the city How many ways to get what you want I use the best I use the rest I use the enemy I use Anarchy 'Cause I wanna be Anarchy It's the only way to be Is this the M.P.L.A or Is this the U.D.A or Is this the I.R.A I thought it was the UK Or just another country Another council tenancy I Wanna be Anarchy I Wanna be Anarchy Oh what a name I wanna be Anarchy Know what I mean? And I wanna be an anarchist Get pissed Destroy!
I got pictures of naked ladies Lying on their beds I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion Starts a-Swelling inside my head I'm making artificial lovers for free I start to howl I'm in heat I moan and growl and the hunt drives me crazy I fuck like a Beast I come round, round i come feel your love Tie you down, down i come steal your love I come round, round i come feel your love Tie you down, down i come steal your love I'm on the prowl and i watch you closely I lie waiting for you I'm the wolf with the sheepsskins clothing I lick my chops and your tasting good I do whatever i want to, to ya I'll nail your ass to the sheets A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya I fuck like a beast I come round, round i come feel your love Tie you down, down i come steal your love I come round, round i come feel your love Tie you down, down i come steal your love Come ride, savage seduction Ride, ride, ride
Mörbyligan var ett av Sveriges populäraste band i slutet av 1970-talet med sin säregna blandning av snabb punk och melodiös anarkistprogg. De var också en av de första svenska grupper som sökte inspiration i den nordiska gudasagan.
Du föddes i september när dimman den låg tät Du drömde om en framtid som domedagsprofet När andra tjejer läste allt om kärlek och moral Då låg du där i sängen med Karl Marx' Das Kapital Du började att skriva med hjälp av fantasin Och sålde dig till Makten som fyllde dig med vin Du rotade i människor med en lust som var extrem Och himlen blå och solen gul det gav dig blott exem Oh Anna-Lena Lo Oh Anna-Lena Lo Hur kunde det gå så här? Oh Anna-Lena Lo Oh Anna-Lena Lo När du har haft sånt besvär Du inledde din hatkampanj och fick din judaspeng En girig liten kossa på en osvensk klöveräng Du såg ett hot i alla som älskade sitt land Och önskade få vara den som satte allt i brand Nu finns det de som säger att bakom allt dit tjat finns blott en liten flicka med hjärtat fyllt av hat Som hatar själva livet, som hatar skratt och sol men mest av allting hatar att tvingas gå i kjol Oh Anna-Lena Lo Oh Anna-Lena Lo Hur kunde det gå så här? Oh Anna-Lena Lo Oh Anna-Lena Lo När du har haft sånt besvär Ja, vad blev resultatet av all din samhällsvård Säg varför Annna-Lena Lo, är du så kall och hård?
Prussian Blue är två tolvåriga tvillingtjejer som spelar folkmusik för "rasmedvetna."
When the man who plows the fields is driven from his lands, When the carpenter must give away what he’s built with his own hands, When a mother’s only children belong to her no more, And black masked men with guns come bashing down the doors. Where freedom exists for only those with darker skin, Where lies and propaganda will never let you win. Where symbols of your heritage are held with such contempt, And benefits of country ’cept tax are you exempt. Chorus: Aryan man awake, How much more will you take, Turn that fear to hate, Aryan man awake. Can your see how they lie to warp your daughter’s minds? Can you let you sons be trodden down or held behind? Can you apologize for things you did not do And leave this battle that we fight to the proud and the few? What will it take for you to waken to the truth? What will it take for you to remember your own youth? What will your give up to help this worthy cause And strike with force and fury, without a single pause? Chorus What will it take for you to remember your own folk? What will it take for you to break that heavy yoke? Why do you still cast your eyes downward to the ground? Worry lest what you say have prejudicial sound. Who will stand beside us when the war begins? Who will run and hide their heads and wait to see who wins? Who will face the end and watch a Valkyrie ride forth To join the gods and fallen storm troopers of the north? Chorus Before it’s too late! Before it’s too late!
Populär folkballad från Sydamerika om den berömda drogsmugglaren Ramón Arellano Félix.
I'm going to tell you a story Of some brothers in Tijuana They started out hungry and humble They soon forgot marijuana What gave them their riches and mansions? Surrounded by barbed wire and roses They took from the farms of Colombia Straight to the gringo bankers' noses People would shake their hands And follow wherever they'd go Ramón was the handsomest brother Lived the high life in San Diego The Ambassador said "He's dead, he's dead" Thank you, Jeffrey The Ambassador said "He's dead, he's dead" But he's free, he's free, he's free But then came a change of regime And they went through some hard knocks When they lost their boy Zedillo And Chapo got his Fox Chapo Guzmán walked out of prison Under certified law and order Today he walks down Main Street Along the Texas border The true kingpins in suits and ties Had so many officials to thank When the Fox took the national treasury All the way to the City Bank The Ambassador said "He's dead, he's dead" Thank you, Jeffrey The Ambassador said "He's dead, he's dead" But he's free, he's free, he's free Ramón flew into a rage Said "My time is almost done, For they've only made me number two And Osama gets number one" Opium, Marijuana Cocaine and Crystal Meth They live to see another day As Ramón fakes his own death FBI, CIA, Customs Interpol, DEA They live to steal another day But Ramón he's gone away The Ambassador said "He's dead, he's dead" Thank you, Jeffrey The Ambassador said "He's dead, he's dead" But he's free, he's free, he's free
Melodi: Bruce Springsteens "Born in the USA." Som svar på att deras album "Nasty As We Wanna Be" dömdes i en domstol att vara obscen, spelade 2live Crew in den här låten.
Government of the people For the people By the people [news reporter]: Earlier today in broward county, Appalling courtjudges upheld the previousruling To ban the sale of miami rap group the 2 live crew's double-platinum album, "nasty as they wanna be," in broward county. [someone else commenting] "we think it's the banning of free speech. First amendment protects material, resultably." Luke (being interviewed): "we don't talk about, uh, harrassing and sexually brutalizing women in my music, man!" "we don't do that in my music, man! i'm tired of you saying that!" Verse 1: [fresh kid ice] We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style Saying we're too nasty and we're 2 live Corrupted politicians playing games Bringing us down to boost their fame They must be joking thinking we will fall But they're like flies movin' the wall We stand tall from beginning to end With the help from fans and all our friends Freedom of speech will never die For us to help, our ancestors died Don't keep thinking that we will quit We'll always stand and never sit We're 2 live, 2 black, 2 strong Doing the right thing, and not the wrong So listen up, y'all, to what we say We won't be banned in the u.s.a.! Chorus: (3x) Banned in the usa, i was [reporter]: "luke's concerts are for adults" [luke] (being interviewed): "if it's an adult show you have to be 18" "our record is a year old, but with all the publicity, There's a lot of people ... curiosity is around!" "we're selling records to a totally different audience." "i take a precaution that nobody else has not stickered my album, i made Two versions, two versions two versions.." Verse 2: [brother marquis] The first amendment gave us freedom of speech So what you sayin'? it didn't include me? I like to party and have a good time There's nothin' but pleasure written in our rhyme I know you don't think we'll ever quit We've got some people on our side who won't take your lip We're gonna do all the things we wanna do You can't stand to see a brother get as rich as you This is the 90s and we're conin' on strong Sayin' things and doin' things that you're sayin's wrong Wisen up, 'cause on election day, We'll see who's banned in the u.s.a.! Chorus: (4x) The united states of america Government of the people The united states of america For the people The united states of america By the people By the people [luke] (being interviewed): "the show in hollywood, that was for 21-and-over people, They had police out there, cars of the people coming in the club, And they still arrested us for performing in front of adults!" [luke] speech: What is this?? Is this not america? This is not china! This is not russia! This is not the place where they brought down the wall, this is america! We have the right to say what we want to say, We have the right to do what we want to do, And what i do in my house, you might not do in your house! So what i do in my house is my business! And the simple fact of it all is that we are bonded by the first amendment! We have the freedom of expression! We have the freedom of choice! And you, chinese, black, green, purple, jew, You have the right to listen to whoever you want to, and even the 2 live crew! So all you right-wingers, left-wingers, bigots, communists, There is a place for you in this world! Because this is the land of the free, the home of the brave! And 2 live is what we are!
Från albumet "Stained Class" som åtalades för att ha haft omvända budskap och ha lett till att ett par tonåringar skjöt sig själva i huvudet. "Beyond The Realms Of Death" låter som "I took my life" om du spelar den baklänges.
He had enough He couldn't take anymore He'd found a place In his mind and slammed the door No matter how they tried They couldn't understand They washed and dressed him Fed him by hand Yeah! i've left the world behind I'm safe here in my mind Free to speak with my own kind This is my life, this is my life I'll decide not you Withdrawn he'd sit there Stare blank into space No sign of life Would flicker on his face Until one day he smiled It seemed as though with pride The wind kissed him Goodbye - and then he died Yeah! i've left the world behind I'm safe here in my mind Free to speak with my own kind This is my life, this is my life I'll decide not you Keep the world with all its sin It's not fit for livin' in Yeah! i will start again It can take forever, and ever, and ever And ever, but i'll still win. How many like him, Are there still But to us, all Seem to have lost the will They lie in thousands Plagued and lost Is nothing worth this bitter cost Yeah! i've left the world behind I'm safe here in my mind Free to speak with my own kind This is my life, this is my life I'll decide not youkeep the world with all its sin It's not fit for livin' in Beyond the realms of death.
margret thatcher on t.v. shocked by the deaths that took place in bejing it seems strange that she should be offended the same orders are given by her I've said this before now you said I was childish + you'll say it now "remember what I told you if they hated me they will hate you" england's not the mythical land of madame george + roses it's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds and I love my boy + that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving young mother down at smithfield 5 am looking for food for her kids in her arms and the first word that they learned was "please" these are dangerous days to say what you feel is to dig your own grave "remember what I told you if you were of the world they would love you" england's not the mythical land of madame george + roses it's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds and I love my boy + that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving.
Kontroversiell reggaesång som anklagats för att vara homofobisk från 1992.
World is in trouble Anytime Buju Banton come Batty bwoy get up an run At gunshot me head back Hear I tell him now crew (Its like) Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no nasty man Dem haffi dead Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no nasty man Dem haffi dead (Two man) Hitch up on an rub up on An lay down inna bed Hug up on another Anna feel up leg Send fi di matic an Di Uzi instead Shoot dem no come if we shot dem-- Don't want Jackie Give dem Paul instead Dem don't want di sweetness Between di leg Gal bend down backway An accept di peg An if it really hot You know she still naw gon fled A some man Still don't want di Panty raid Pure batty business dem love (Me say) Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote the nasty man Dem haffi dead Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no nasty man Dem haffi dead (Woman is di) Greatest thing God ever put pon di land Buju lovin dem from head Down to foot bottom But some man a turn around Where dem get that from Peter is not for Janet Peter is for John Suzette is not for Paul Suzette is for Ann Where the bumbleclot Dem get dat from Here come the DJ Name Buju Banton (Come fi) ((Straighten yuh talk?)) (Boom boom boom) Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote the nasty man Dem haffi dead Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no batty man Dem haffi dead (Caw me say) Dis is not an bargain (Me say) Dis is not a deal Guy come near we Then his skin must peel Burn him up bad like an old tire wheel ((Wild? Wow?)) Buju Banton yuh ((tough?)) (Me say) Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote the batty man Dem haffi dead Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no batty man (Hear what now!) (Two man) A hug up on an kiss up on An lay down inna bed Hug up on another Anna rub dung leg Send fi di matic an Di Uzi instead Shoot di batty boy come if we shot dem-- Dem don't want Jackie Give dem Paul instead Don't want di poom poom Between Patsy leg All dem want Is the body from Fred But dis is Buju Banton Me say (Me say) Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no nasty man Dem haffi dead Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no nasty man Dem haffi dead Caw woman is the prettiest thing God ever put pon di land Put pon di land (Pu-pu-put pon di land) But some man a turn around Where dem get dat from Peter is not for Janet Peter is for John Suzette is not for Paul Suzette is for Ann Here come di DJ name Buju Banton (Come fi) Give di massive Satisfaction Happy how yuh lovin (Ju fi) (So just) Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no batty man Dem haffi dead Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no batty man Dem haffi dead All a di New York crew Dem no promote Batty man Jump an dance Unno push up unno hand All di Brooklyn girl Dem no promote batty man Jump an bogle Anna wine yuh bottom Canadian gals dem no like batty man If yuh are not one Yuh haffi push up (Me say) Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no batty man Dem haffi dead Boom bye bye Inna batty bwoy head Rude bwoy no promote no batty man Dem haffi dead
Alla dessa jävla värdelösa människor omkring mig! De gör mig illamående. Överallt på stadens gator och torg, fullt av meningslösa idioter. Kärlekens hjärta krossas av hatets hammare. Överallt finns hus, byggnader och vägar. Jag önskar och tror att allt skall skoningslöst förintas, jämnas med marken. Jag vill samla ihop en armé av mordiska människohatare och rusta dem med vapen; gevär, yxor, knivar, stenar och sedan slå in dörren på hus efter hus efter hus och brutalt mörda alla kvinnor, män och barn som möjligt är. Solida stenar krossar sköra skallben, vassa knivar öppnar skrikande strupar, tunga yxor bräcker mäns bröstkorgar, skurar av gevärskulor punkterar organ. Och lugnet efter stormen är att skåda de hus som vi tystat ned, stå i höga infernaliska lågor som slickar himlen till Satans ära... Låt AIDS och cancer svepa jordens yta, människan skall dödas, blod täcker marken.
president's bullet-ridden body in the street ride, Johnny ride Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete ride, johnny ride Johnny's wife is floundering johnny's wife is scared run, Jackie run texas is an outrage when your husband is dead Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head Texas is the reason that the president's dead you gotta suck, suck, jackie suck president's bullet-ridden body in the street ride, Johnny ride Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete ride, Johnny ride texas is an outrage when your husband is dead Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head Texas is the reason that the president's dead you gotta suck, suck, Jackie suck arise Jackie o, Jonathon of Kennedy well, arise and be shot down the dirt's gonna be your dessert my cum be your life source and the only way to get it is to suck or fuck or be poor and devoid and masturbate me, masturbate me then slurp it from your palm like a dry desert soaking up rain soaking up sun like a dry desert soaking up rain soaking up sun.
CHUCK D: Burn Hollywood burn I smell a riot Goin' on first htey're guilty now they're gone Yeah I'll check out a movie But it'll take a Black one to move me Get me the hell away from this TV All this news and views are beneath me Cause all I hear about is shots ringin' out So I rather kick some slang out All right fellas let's go hand out Hollywood or would they not Make us all look bad like I know they had But some things I'll never forget yeah So step and fetch this shit For all the years we looked like clowns The joke is over smell the smoke from all around Burn Hollywood burn ICE CUBE: Ice Cube is down with the PE Now every single bitch wanna see me Big Daddy is smooth word to muther Let's check out a flick that exploits the color Roamin' thru Hollywood late at night Red and blue lights what a common sight Pulled to the curb gettin' played like a sucker Don't fight the power ... the mother fucker BIG DADDY KANE: As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard Thinin' how hard it was to those that starred In the movies portrayin' the roles Of butlers and maids slaves and hoes Many intelligent Black men seemed to look uncivilized When on the screen Like a guess I figure you to play some jigaboo On the plantation, what else can a nigger do And Black women in this profession As for playin' a lawyer, out of the question For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term Even if now she got a perm So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee Cause the roles being offered don't strike me There's nothing that the Black man could use to earn Burn Hollywood burn
Sången från albumet The Battle Of Los Angeles anklagades av en advokat för en tonårsmördare att ha påverkat hans klient, speciellt raden: "There's a right to obey and a right to kill."
I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Steel from a furnace I was born landless It's tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank a church a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan a child dead at birth There's a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge And a syringe and a vein And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard Calm like a bomb This ain't subliminal Feel tha critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of tha condemned Sound off America's demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Tha same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home And tha picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for tha rent There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone Tha numb black screen That be feelin' like home And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard Calm like a bomb There's a mass without roofs A prison to fill A country's soul that reads post no bills A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey And a right to kill
Sång om Saddam Husseins tillfångatagande från ett råtthål i öknen.
America, America God shed his grace on thee ... . He was a big shot leader In the sands of Iraq He kept his people in chains His iron boot in their back He was runnin', he was hidin' He was on a roll But we dug him up Like a rat in a hole (Chorus) Saddam's been caught There ain't no doubt His people are free To dance and shout Every terrorist and tyrant In the world has heard He's been caught like a rat And he's singing like a bird He was one bad actor Who just lost the fight He got no more bark He got no more bite Our troops kept hunting Till they found the prize Bin Laden is next We'll cut him down to size (Chorus) Saddam's been caught There ain't no doubt His people are free To dance and shout Every terrorist and tyrant In the world has heard He's been caught like a rat And he's singing like a bird America, America From sea to shining sea ... . (rap) Saddam had an attitude He thought he was cool He's at the bottom of the barrel Lookin like a fool We got him in the bag We got him on ice He better be a good Boy Or we'll kick his ass twice Let this be a message To Al Quaida and the rest If you mess with America You're messing with the best The day of the dictator's Coming to an end Freedom and democracy's The message we send Hey everybody Have you heard He's caught like a rat And he's singing like a bird Saddam's been caught like a rat And he's singing like a bird
Well, I'm a lonesome schoolboy and I just came into town Yeah, I'm a lonesome schoolboy and I just came into town Well, I heard so much about London I decided to check it out Well, I wait in Leicester Square with a come-hither look in my eye Yeah, I'm leaning on Nelsons Column but all I do is talk to the lime Oh where can I get my cock sucked? Where can I get my ass fucked? I may have no money, but I know where to put it every time Well, I asked a young policeman if he'd only lock me up for the night Well, I've had pigs in the farmyard, some of them, some of them, they're alright Well, he fucked me with his truncheon and his helmet was way too tight Oh where can I get my cock sucked? Where can I get my ass fucked? I ain't got no money, but I know where to put it every time I'm a lonesome schoolboy
If you're listening to this song And everything is going wrong Take a chance on the other side Let's go over the edge (Chorus): Fuck the pigs, fuck the folks Death is where it's at Use a gun, use a knife Take some pills, take your life Slit your throat, slit your wrists Go over the edge
This next record is dedicated to some personal friends of mine, the LAPD. For every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody, beat 'em down or hurt 'em, because they got long hair, listen to the wrong kinda music, wrong color, whatever they thought was the reason to do it. For every one of those fuckin' police, I'd like to take a pig out here in this parkin' lot and shoot 'em in their mothafuckin' face. COP KILLER! Yeah! I got my black shirt on I got my black gloves on I got my ski mask on This shit's been too long I got my twelve guage sawed off I got my headlights turned off I'm 'bout to bust some shots off I'm 'bout to dust some cops off I'm a... COP KILLER, better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' ... FUCK 'EM! COP KILLER, but tonight we get even I got my brain on hype Tonight'll be your night I got this long-assed knife and your neck looks just right My adrenaline's pumpin' I got my stereo bumpin' I'm 'bout to kill me somethin' A pig stopped me for nuthin'! COP KILLER, it's better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' ... FUCK 'EM! COP KILLER, but tonight we get even DIE, DIE, DIE, PIG, DIE! FUCK THE POLICE! COP KILLER, it's better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' ... FUCK 'EM! COP KILLER, but tonight we get even FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE, for Daryl Gates FUCK THE POLICE, for Rodney King FUCK THE POLICE, for my dead homies FUCK THE POLICE, for your freedom FUCK THE POLICE, don't be a pussy FUCK THE POLICE, have some mothafuckin' courage FUCK THE POLICE, sing along! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! What do You wanna be when you grow up? COP KILLER, Good Choice! COP KILLER! I'm a muthafuckin' COP KILLER! COP KILLER, better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your mama's grievin' ... FUCK 'EM! COP KILLER, but tonight we get even [pistolskott]
Om kriget mot droger i två generationer.
Well my name's John Lee Pettimore Same as my daddy and his daddy before You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here He only came to town about twice a year He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line Everybody knew that he made moonshine Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad He headed up the holler with everything he had It's before my time but I've been told He never came back from Copperhead Road Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside Well him and my uncle tore that engine down I still remember that rumblin' sound Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road I volunteered for the Army on my birthday They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway I done two tours of duty in Vietnam And I came home with a brand new plan I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air I wake up screaming like I'm back over there I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know You better stay away from Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Copperhead Road
Låten Cops for Fertilizer (Snutar som gödningsmedel) var med på albumet "Our Will Be Done" som hade som omslag ett foto av en skjuten snut liggandes bredvid din bil, nog sagt!
don't need a fucking cop to tell me what to do, or grab me in the street whenever they want to. i haven't got a penny but i don't ever steal. if they hassle me again i'll show 'em how i feel. so let's kill the fucking pigs if they get in our way. it'll set a good example for the children today. it'll keep kids out of trouble shooting pigs after school. wasting cops will be the hero's golden rule. i haven't got a job but i ain't gonna bitch, cuz soon i'll take what's coming from the fucking rich. a family can't survive on the shit they pay, they'd rather see us fucking dead anyway. so let's kill the fucking pigs if they get in our way. it'll set a good example for the children today. it'll keep kids out of trouble shooting pigs after school. wasting cops will be the hero's golden rule.
Cp-barn från Afghanistan Han kom ifrån Afghanistan han var ju ej som andra barn Brun och ful och jävla dum därför fick han inget rum Ett jävla cp-barn ifrån Afghanistan Oh yea Han kom ifrån Afghanistan han var ju ej som andra barn Brun och ful och jävla dum därför fick han inget rum Ett jävla cp-barn ifrån Afghanistan
C-Bo, aka Shawn Thomas, spelade in skivan "Til My Casket Drops" under hans villkorliga frigivning, (med villkoret att han inte skulle främja en gänglivsstil under tiden han var ute). Låten Deadly Game uppmuntrar till dödandet av poliser och andra upprätthållare av lagen så domstolen ansåg han brutit mot villkoren och dömde honom till fängelse. C-Bo stämde senare myndigheterna för kränkning av hans yttrandefrihetsrättigheter.
You know I never was no choir boy Ya folks got a gang of priors Maybe that's why the one time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga thirty five to life When I ain't even done nothin wrong off icer I have no in fo to offer ya He asked my name so I came off the brain Told him "I'm John Doe and this is my hoe Jane" He said "Smart mouth nigga don't make me do ya" Put my thumbprint in his high tech computer My name came back with a warrant, felo-nies Now they got me down-town, spread my anus Buttock, I'm like, "What the FUCK is it now?" He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how" It's foul, they got a nigga to' up from the, flo' up My mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw up It's a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commision at my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a proposition He said if I lose at trial I'd get the ? with the L on top but take the deal he'd give me five with havin most of the charges dropped Hopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said "I admit that, but two and a half ain't bad I got getback" They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bring It's only strike one swing, batta batta swing Chorus: It's one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause they ain't tryin to give a young motherfucker no leeway Yes yes... y'all One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em all You better swing, batta batta swing Cause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bring It's a deadly game of baseball So when they try to pull you over 1 - shoot em in the face y'all 2 - shoot em in his face y'all 3 - take em on a chase y'all Fresh out the pen, unrehabili-tated Doin hella good, and my P.O. hates it Hates Dick, she's a dyke lesbian bitch Can't wait to violate for me for some petty ass shit I gotta get a job, so I'm fillin out applications Fightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhh Minimum wage don't get it, five bucks a hour don't cut it, man I ain't widdit So fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sack My homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo' back Now it's time for me to start havin thangs I flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple green It gleams, clear coat sprayed on thickly Fools out to get me cause my shit is lookin sticky I'm at the club and I can feel them suckers scopin I'm knowin they plottin on me, but I'm still hopin that they won't fry me, unless they wanna die They will be, drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson was Sho' nuff, ain't no bluff, here them suckers come Got me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhh Spun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum rounds Got him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohh I got a problem, witnesses ten Positive identifa-cation Chorus On swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-Raided Now I'm on parole, five years later The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball Fuck my P.O., I'm goin AWOL And you all can suck this dick, I'm sick and tired of goin through all this bitch-made shit I got two strikes right now as we speak, and peep I'm not bout to let you motherfuckers do, me I'm petty with a prior, will buy your fate With Wilson in the office, you gets no date So I'm putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22 Bound to another state, me and my crew Unpacked my shit, stacked my grip California and Pete Wilson can suck my dick! And if you didn't already know, that you couldn't trust his ass, just look how he did Polly Klass Used her death, and her family's name so he can yank more votes, and political fame It's a shame, that I'm the one they say is a monster Juvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync with but FUCK THAT, I ain't goin out, like a punk That ain't my style, rip him from his asscrack to hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a nigga like me I blast one blast two that's strike three Chorus
Skrevs i början av femtiotalet av den franska musikanten Vian, vid tiden för i skarven mellan det franska kolonialkriget i Indokina - det krig som några år senare övergick i det "amerikanska" Vietnamkriget - och Algeriets uppror mot Frankrike. Den blev totalförbjudet av censuren i Frankrike.
Herr President, Jag skriver er ett brev som ni kanske läser om ni har tid Jag har just fått min inkallelseorder till kriget och måste resa före onsdag kväll. Herr President, jag vill inte åka, jag kom inte till jorden för att utrota varenda jävel. Inte för att jag vill förarga er men jag måste berätta att jag bestämt mig: jag tänker desertera. Jag kommer att tigga mig fram på Frankrikes vägar Från Bretagne till Provence och skrika till alla: Vägra lyda, vägra göra det, gå inte med i kriget, vägra delta. Om blod måste offras, offra gärna ert eget ni är en god apostel, herr President.
Om den klassiska liberala flaggan "Don't Tread on Me" som symboliserar hela USA, om önskan att få bli lämnad ifred.
In some old dusty attic Undisturbed for many years There lies a tattered banner That is stained with blood and tears By men who knew that freedom Must be fought for by the free And died to save a ragged flag That said Don't Tread on Me Don't Tread on Me I'm a rattlesnake with Diamonds down my back When other men retreat That's just the time that I attack Because a dream that's worth defending Is a dream that's bound to be A ragged flag that said Don't Tread on Me Two hundred years of glory And the glory's just begun We may have lost some battles But these colors never run We drew the line at Valley Forge We held at Bunker Hill The cannon smoke is lifting I can see that banner still Don't Tread on me I'm a mountain lion And courage is my name I tamed a wild country But I'm wild just the same And from that rocky Boston harbor To the California Sea A ragged flag that said Don't Tread on Me This nation isn't what we've done It's what we've got to do Remember that United States Can only start with you We better be recalling What this country's all about And rally round that ragged flag And hear the people shout Don't Tread on Me I'm a grizzly bear That's not afraid to bite I don't look for trouble But when trouble comes I fight Because my daddy taught me freedom Has no lifetime guarantee A ragged flag that said Don't Tread on Me The winds of change are blowing And they're sure to shake this land We stood all we can take And now it's time to take a stand Let's tell the men who make the laws In Washington D.C. Unfurl again That ragged flag that said Don't Tread on Me Don't Tread on me I'm an eagle Who is clawing at the sky I want that banner waving up Where eagles dare to fly And blazing in the sunlight So that friend and foe can see A ragged flag that said Don't Tread on Me Don't Tread on us We're Americans And we were born to lead Our skin is every color And our faith is every creed We are 300 million people But on one thing we agree A ragged flag that said Don't Tread on Me
Låten drogs tillbaka från affärer och radiostationer över hela USA efter att vissa grupper klagat över att den var nihilistisk och skulle kunna främja självmordstankar bland tonåringar.
The eastern world, it is explodin'. Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to kill, but not for votin' You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin' And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin' But you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today? If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave Take a look around you boy It's bound to scare you boy And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin' I'm sitting here just contemplatin' You can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation. Handful of senators don't pass legislation And marches alone can't bring integration When human respect is disintegratin' This whole crazy world is just too frustratin' And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for 4 days in space But when you return, it's the same old place The poundin' of the drum, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend You don't believe We're on the eve Of destruction Mm, no no, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction.
I like breaking arms and legs snapping spines and wringing necks now i'll knife you in the back Kick your bones until they crack I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil Jump up and down upon your head Kick you around 'til your dead Fill your body full of lead See the roads turn to red I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil I don't like trendy cunts who pose Gonna punch you in the Nose Stick my Marten in your crotch Don't like you, you're too much I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil
Let's fuck some kids, they can't say no Molest them now before they grow Threaten them with oral sex Expose yourself to incest 'Cause it's alright to expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it's too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Suck a little hairless crack Hold 'em down, they can't fight back Watch 'em scream and cry with fear Fucking cunt don't tell nobody dear 'Cause it's alright to expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it's too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Alright, expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it's too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Say I'm a pervert, it's OK Hey! Candy little girl? Walk my way, you fucking bitch Child abuse is on my mind Little fucking kids I'm soon to find But it's alright, expose yourself to kids Do it now before they grow up and it's too late Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Do it now before they grow up and it's too late Pull your pecker in front of them and masturbate Find an elementary school at recess time Pull your cock in front of them and masturbate
Man you ain't gotta Worry 'bout a thing 'Bout your daughter Nah she ain't my type (But supposin' she said she loved me) Are you afraid of the mix of Black and White We're livin' in a land where The law say the mixing of race Makes the blood impure She's a woman I'm a man But by the look on your face See ya can't stand it Man calm your ass down, don't get mad I don't your sistah (But supposin' she said she loved me) Would you still love her Or would you dismiss her What is pure? Who is pure? Is it European state of being, I'm not sure If the whole world was to come Thru peace and love Then what would we made of? Excuse us for the news You might not be amused But did you know white comes from Black No need to be confused Excuse us for the news I question those accused Why is this fear of Black from White Influence who you choose? Man c'mon now, I don't want your wife Stop screamin' it's not the end of your life (But supposin' she said she loved me) What's wrong with some color in your family tree I don't know I'm just a rhyme sayer Skins protected 'gainst the ozone layers Breakdown 2001 Might be best to be Black Or just Brown countdown I've been wonderin' why People livin' in fear Of my shade (Or my hi top fade) I'm not the one that's runnin' But they got me one the run Treat me like I have a gun All I got is genes and chromosomes Consider me Black to the bone All I want is peace and love On this planet (Ain't that how God planned it?) Excuse us for the news You might not be amused But did you know White comes from Black No need to be confused Excuse us for the news I question those accused Why is this fear of Black from White Influence who you choose?
Inspelad runt 1993 före Eminem blev känd. En sång som "läcktes" av en rival till Eminem, och påstås bevisa att han är rasistisk. Något som Eminem förnekar, han säger att han var ung och dum och spelade in den precis efter att just ha brutit upp med en svart tjej.
I seen a Black girlfriend and I kissed her I kissed her; I placed it on her cheek And she didn't come back til next week Now it was next week and she was back again Wanting to kiss a white kid So she was my girlfriend, we started going out But that's okay because we were Black and white Blacks and whites they sometimes mix But Black girls only want your money cause they're dumb chicks So I'ma say like this Don't date a Black girl, take it as a diss If you want, but if you don't I'ma tell you like this, I surely won't Never date a Black girl because Blacks only want your money And that shit aint funny So I'ma say look honey Why do you do this? You know, you step up to me like you a Brutus Then you try to grab my spinach Because its green and that's cash So get outta here, 'cause I don't need your ass I said that before, but that's okay because like I said you're a whore Black girls and white girls just don't mix Because Black girls are dumb and white girls are good chicks White girls are good; I like white girls I like white girls all over the world White girls are fine and they blow my mind And that's why I'm here now telling you this rhyme 'Cause Black girls, I really don't like We don't mix, it's like riding a bike When you're peddling hard, uphill both ways You know it's kinda hard and that's why I say to you I'm giving you a little advice Don't date a Black girl, if you do it once you won't do it twice You won't ever do it again because they'll take your money And that aint funny So I'ma say look honey I thought he said that before But like I said again you're nothing but a big whore So when mike catch on the bass line That's okay 'cause we will not just waste time I'll get straight to the point Black girls are bitches, that's why I'ma tell ya you better pull up your britches 'Cause all that cash is making your ass drag From the boyfriend ya ganked and that's pretty bad I mean that's pretty sad when ya dating a Black guy And then you turn around a fuck another big, Black guy Now that's pretty wrong, but you're just ganking But that's okay because you need a goddamn spanking From me, the funky Eminem I'm busting rhymes and I'm swallowing phlegm I'm busting a freestyle just like this I say swallowing phlegm and Howard gets pissed But when Howard gets pissed that's okay Because he leaves and he doesn't show up for two more days So I'll just worry about that problem when I come to it I cross that bridge when I come to it Because, I forgot the chorus But that's okay 'cause y'all saying bust a rhyme for us So I'ma bust another rhyme about this Black girl She turned out to be a goddamn wack girl A wack girl, because Black girls ain't funny All they want is your fucking money They take you for everything you got And then you stand with a bunch of snot in your hand So I'ma kick it to you just like this How does the chorus go, I forgot But that's okay, 'cause I'ma tell you in stride I'ma say oh foolish pride Oh foolish pride, oh, oh, oh, oh foolish pride oh, oh, oh, oh foolish pride; oh, oh, oh, oh foolish pride oh, oh, oh, oh foolish pride; oh, oh, oh, oh foolish pride oh, oh, oh, oh foolish pride; oh, oh, oh Date a white girl, 'cause they got the raw hide...
Everybody's got something to do I've got nothing but this empty room Everybody's got some kind of job Everybody's got someone to love Not me, I'm fucking the dog Everybody's got somewhere to go I've got nothing but this dirty hole Everybody's going out tonight I'm staying here and out of sight Yea, fucking the dog I'm living in darkness every day I'm the devil's son some people say I'm so far gone I can't be saved I'm just living day to day Yea, that's right, fucking the dog C'mon, fucking the dog That's right, I'm fucking the dog You're never done 'till you do it like I said You've got no one to love, I'm just fucking the dog Fuck, fuck, fucking the dog
Right about now, NWA court is in full effect. Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department. Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy muthafuckin E. Order, order, order. Ice Cube, take the muthafuckin stand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth so help your black ass? Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say? Fuck tha police Comin straight from the underground Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun To be beatin on, and throwin in jail We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, lookin for the product Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics You'd rather see me in the pen Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo Beat tha police outta shape And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still can't swallow bread and water I don't know if they fags or what Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one Cuz they slam ya down to the street top Black police showin out for the white cop Ice Cube will swarm On any muthafucka in a blue uniform Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me A young nigga on a warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops, dyin in LA Yo Dre, I got somethin to say Fuck the police (4X) M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident. Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority because the niggaz on the street is a majority. A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping and the motherfuckin' weapon is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw Lights start flashin behind me But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me But that shit don't work, I just laugh Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk Pullin out a silly club, so you stand With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up Make ya think I'm a kick your ass But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me Or any assho that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The muthafuckin villian that's mad With potential to get bad as fuck So I'm a turn it around Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat Takin out a police would make my day But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say Fuck the police (4X) I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin Shining tha light in my face, and for what Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga Of any Uzi or an AK Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say They put up my picture with silence Cuz my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got? A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot, By me, or another nigga. and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger [MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool] And as you all know, E's here to rule Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a Dumb muthafucka with a gun And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one That I take out, and then get away And while I'm drivin off laughin This is what I'll say Fuck the police (4X) Fuck the police (3X)
If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life, And I had to start again with just my children and my wife, I'd thank my lucky stars to be livin' here today. Cause the flag still stands for freedom And they can't take that away. And I'm proud to be an American Where at least I know I'm free And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God bless the USA From the lakes of Minnesota To the hills of Tennessee Across the plains of Texas From sea to shining sea From Detroit down to Houston And New York to LA Well there's pride in every American heart And its time we stand and say... That I'm proud to be an American Where at least I know I'm free And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up... next to you and defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God bless the USA And I'm proud to be an American Where at least I know I'm free And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up... next to you and defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God bless the USA!
God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron Potential H-bomb God save the queen She aint no human being There is no future In England's dreaming Don't be told what you want Don't be told what you need There's no future no future No future for you God save the queen We mean it man We love our queen God saves God save the queen 'Cos tourists are money Our figures head Is not what she seems Oh god save history God save your mad parade Oh lord god have mercy All crimes are paid When there's no future How can there be sin We're the flowers in the dustbin We're the poison in your human machine We're the future you're future God save the queen We mean it man We love our queen God saves God save the queen We mean it man And there is no future In England's dreaming No future no future No future for you No future no future No future for me No future no future No future for you No future no future No future for you No future no future for you
I can't help my feelings, I'll go out of my mind These players come to get me 'cause they'd like my behind I can't love my business if I can't get a trick Down on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids Oh, come on and kick me Oh, come on and kick me Come on and kick me You've got your problems I've got my ass wide You've got your big G's I've got my hash pipe I can't help my boogies they get out of control I know that you don't care but I want you to know The knee-stocking flavor is a favorite treat Of men that don't bother with the taste of a teat Oh, come on and kick me Oh, come on and kick me Come on and kick me You've got your problems I've got my ass wide You've got your big G's I've got my hash pipe I've got my hash pipe Oh, come on and kick me Oh, come on and kick me Come on and kick me You've got your problems I've got my ass wide You've got your big G's I've got my hash pipe I've got my hash pipe I've got my hash pipe I've got my hash pipe Island In The Sun Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip When you're on a holiday You can't find the words to say All the things that come to you And I wanna feel it too On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain Hip hip Hip hip When you're on a golden sea You don't need no memory Just a place to call your own As we drift into the zone On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain We'll run away together We'll spend some time forever We'll never feel bad anymore Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain We'll run away together We'll spend some time forever We'll never feel bad anymore Hip hip We'll never feel bad anymore No no We'll never feel bad anymore No no No no No no
Heil Hitler, Heil Hitler, Heil Hitler Det var jag som födde tanken om ett stort och heligt krig, som en gång för alla skulle ge oss fred i evig tid, i ett rike utan judar fritt från slödder, drägg och skan, där jag själv skulle bestämma över mina ljusa barn. Heil Hitler, Jag hade nästan lyckats med det, Heil Hitler, Vad Jag var stolt när alla skrek det, Heil Hitler, Jag var en bit på väg mot en värld som skulle trunka utav lyx och överflöd, men det enda den fick möta var förintelse och död. Jag har alltid hatat rika människor, sladder, fusk och skolk, därför mördade jag judarna som levde på vårt folk, den som sladdrade om vad vi gjorde fick en kärvel bly, den som inte ställde upp fick inte se sin morgon gry. Heil Hitler, Det var väl inge' fel med det va? Heil Hitler, Det får väl vara nån jävla reda, Heil Hitler, För allting har sin plats, och om jag tvekade någon gång och ville säga nej, fanns där alltid vänner där som kunde övertyga mig. [ljudsirener] Ja, mitt rike skulle bli det vackraste man hade sett, därför var det hemskt att se hur min armé slog till reträtt, och mitt rike krympte ända fram till gränsen av Berlin, liksom Sokrates fick Jag nu dricka dödens bittra vin. Heil Hitler, Nu var det slut på alla drömmar, Heil Hitler, mitt rike sprack i alla sömmar, Heil Hitler, stubinen brann för fullt, och jag tänkte just när kulan livets låga blåste ut, att man bygger ingen bättre värld med kulor, våld och krut. Heil Hitler (10 ggr) [fotmarsch]
Sången får nästan ingen speltid alls för att den handlar om svartas situation i Amerika.
[spoken:] This is a song that asks a question, and if you listen, I think you will get the message. If you walked into a restaurant, you were hungry, and you had the money to get yourself something to eat. Ye-eah. And someone told you to go 'round to the back door and get it, Even though he wasn't gonna give it to you free. Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell me, how, yeah, oh, ah, how would you feel, oh, yeah, if you were me, oh, yeah, how would you feel, think 'bout it now. You take your little children by the hand, and you wanna guide them and protect then on their very first day at school. O yeah. Now I just wanna ask you a question; Do you think that all the little children should be punished for the sins of all the older fools? Yeah, yeah, tell me, how, yeah, oh, ah, how would you feel, oh, yeah. If you were me, yeah, oh. Ah, how would you feel, think about it now. You walk to the ? and you stand in a place called the bus stop. And a bus pulls up, and a man opens up the door. He may, hah, look at you funny, but he takes the money. And then he says: Hey! You ain't one of us. Sit in the back of the bus! Yeah, yeah, tell me, how, yeah, oh, ah, how would you feel, yea, oh. If you were me, yeah, oh. Ah, how would you feel, oh, yeah! You pick up the morning paper, and you read about people fighting and dying somewhere in a foreign land. Oh yeah. Right here people are fighting and dying, and all they're trying to do is get equal rights, as the constitution claims. Now tell me, how, yeah, oh, ah, how would you feel, oh, yeah. If you were me, yeah, oh. Ah, how would you feel, think about it now. And tell me; how would you feel? If all your little children were trying to get into school, to get an education, so that they can find a great place in this wonderful nation. If you went downtown, and people waited on you there, and they decided to ..?.., didn't want to. And everywhere you looked around, and all you could see were cagin' peoples eyes, then you tryin' to ?!, and trying to get together and live happily in happy families in this wonderful nation. Now tell me, how, yeah, oh, ah, how would you feel, oh, yeah. If you were me, yeah, oh. Ah, how would you feel, think about it now. And tell me; how would you feel?
Här sitter man i smeten som andra har ställt till Och inget kan man göra det blir ändå som dom vill Man drar det tyngsta lasset och jobbar som en karl Och ändå blir det inget över på den lön man har En idiot, Ja man e en idiot Som går i skiten varje dag och jobbar för dom rike utan knot Dom har ju sina avtal där uppe i det blå Och dom bestämmer till och med vad vi ska tänka på Men om dom vill ha gjort nåt, Då kommer dom till oss Och då så får vi veta vem det e som e vår boss En idiot, Ja man e en idiot Som bara håller med och står med mössan i sin hand å tar emot Vårt rike har ju lagen som vi ska lyda blint Men när dom rike tolkar den så slår det alltid slint För lagen den har blivit en svällande koloss Som inte gäller dom där uppe, utan bara oss En idiot, Ja man e en idiot Som gladeligen låter sig förtrampas utav maktens tunga fot Dom säger vi har frihet, vad är det då vi får Jo nya idioter vid ett val var fjärde år En tokig statsminister med lögnen i sin trut Å dagen efter valet då är allting som förut En idiot, Ja man e en idiot Som tror att man är fri när man i själva verket lever under hot Man ska va solidarisk mot dom som har det svårt Men själv så får man ingenting å det känns ganska hårt Det brukar aldrig räcka med att man hjälper nån Nej tusen parasiter äter upp mig innifrån En idiot, Ja man e en idiot Som bara accepterar att mot fattigdom så finns det ingen bot Man kan ju dricka brännvin och knarka om man vill För att bedöva sig och klara nåra timmar till En liten stund så får man en sövande respit Å sen så har man fastnat i ett ännu värre skit En idiot, Ja man e en idiot Man borde möta överheten nykter å så kör man tvärtemot Dom rike lever gott på att dom får våran röst Sen får vi video våld å knark å brännvin till vår tröst Å räkningen betalas vid kanten på vår grav Dom rike glömmer aldrig att man bara är en slav En idiot, Ja man e en idiot Som slavar på istället för att kräva orättvisan i sin rutt Dom rike samlar guldet miljon för million Men själv blir man i bästa fall till mat för en kanon När superbomben smäller då har vi ingen chans Men dom som kan betala har fått gömma sig nånstans En idiot, Ja man e en idiot Som inte har förstått att det är Satan som regerar vårat klot
Give it to me, don't give it away Don't think about what the others say My skins getting clear, my hairs so bright All you do is fuck me every day and night You're my secret beauty routine Na, na, na, na, what my body has seen I am lookin' good and I'm feeling nice Baby you're the best magazine advice Gimme your hot white cum Gimme your hot white cum Gimme your hot white cum Gimme your hot white cum I'm gonna pull you back down between the sheets Everything is fresher when the day is sweet In the morning light when you're already on the phone Face it, one of these days Without you I'm just another Dorian Gray It's the fountain of youth, it's the meaning of life So hot, so sweet, so wet my appetite Gimme your hot white cum Gimme your hot white cum Gimme your hot white cum Gimme your hot white cum
Kontroversiell pga dess antikrigs-tema och som protestsång. Lika slående idag, och skulle lika gärna kunna gälla värnplikten i Sverige.
Special delivery ... registered mail ... you're gonna hafta sign for this buddy ... come on out ... I know you're in there ! I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted ... phooey ! I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted. Roller skates in disco is a lot of fun. I'm too young'n stupid to operate a gun. I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna get drafted. My sister don't wanna get drafted she don't wanna go ... sister don't wanna get drafted my sister don't wanna get drafted she don't wanna go ... sister don't wanna get drafted. Wars are really ugly they're dirty an' they're cold I don't want nobody to shoot her in the fox hole fox hole.
Berömd sång från protesterna mot Vietnamkriget.
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again. He's got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam So put down your books and pick up a gun, We're gonna have a whole lotta fun. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Well, come on generals, let's move fast; Your big chance has come at last. Gotta go out and get those reds — The only good commie is the one who's dead And you know that peace can only be won When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Huh! Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow, Why man, this is war au-go-go. There's plenty good money to be made By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade, Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, They drop it on the Viet Cong. And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Well, come on mothers throughout the land, Pack your boys off to Vietnam. Come on fathers, don't hesitate, Send 'em off before it's too late. Be the first one on your block To have your boy come home in a box. And it's one, two, three What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam. And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Twilight comes and the mood's complete Gonna hit the street grab some of that night time beat My heart is beat beat beating like a drum The night is in my veins we're gonna have some fun tonight Light the fuse I must ignite I'm gonna set the world alight Light the fuse I must ignite I'm gonna set the world alight I wanna see you burn I killed the cigarette I killed the light I'm killing time the heat kills me on a hot summer night I'm gonna dream a life live a dream Hell for leather in my scheme of things tonight Light the fuse I must ignite I'm gonna set the world alight Light the fuse I must ignite I'm gonna set the world alight.
Chorus: people in Oakland...Oakland woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five (Yukmouth) player, give me some brew an I might just chill, but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill I'm steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it, I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enuff on it go get the S-t. I-d-e-s <beer> never the less, I'm hella Fresh, rollin joints like a cigarrette so pass it 'cross the table like Ping Pong, I'm gone, beatin' my chest like King Kong, it's on, wrap my lips around a 40, and when it comes to get another stogie, fools all kick in like Shinobi no, me ain't my homie to begin with, it's too many heads to be poppin' at my friend hit it unless you pull out the phat, crispy five dollar bill on the real before its history cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs, an if you let 'em hit it for free, you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum" I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?' give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bomb back suck up the dank like a slurpy the serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy I got more growin' pains than Maggie cos homies nag me, to take the dank out of the baggie Chorus: I got five on it, grab your 40, let's get keyed I got five on it, messin' wit that Indo weed I got five on it, it's got me stuck and not go back I got five on it, potna lets go half on a sac (Knumskull) I take sacks to the face, whenever I can, don't need no cruch I'm so keyed up, 'till the joint be burnin' my hand next time I roll it in a hampa to burn slo, so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bra hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in, then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif wassup, don't make me sip that, better pass the JOINT! stop hittin' cos you know ya got Asthma crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzel it, cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro, an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie, but the Tanqueray straight had me Chorus (Knumskull) hey, make this right man stop at the light man, my yester night thang got me hung off the night train you fade, I face so let's head to da east hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets I wish I could fade the ache but I've no budget, still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket foggy windows, smokin' Indo, I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk (Yukmouth) been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down up in the OAK the Town homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound then ease up, speed up through the ESO, drink the VSOP with a lemon squeeze up and everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia hold up, suck up my weed is all you do kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo Chorus
God I wish that I could hide away And find a wall to bang my brains I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare dream... reality People ride about all day In metal boxes made away I wish that they would drop the bomb And kill these cunts that don't belong I hate people I hate the human race I hate people I hate your ugly face I hate people I hate your fucking mess I hate people They hate me My mother thinks that I am a jerk Because I hate my bleeding work Be like your daddy he's sincere But don't be true... or you'll be queer I'm working at my 9 to 5 with boring cunts that give me jibe their talking of the love they give they never give... they never give I hate people I hate the human race I hate people I hate your ugly face I hate people I hate your fucking mess I hate people They hate me [Repeat]
Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace... You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world... You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one
You'll know the feel of my whip cracking on your ass I'd love to shove my shot glass up your tight, tight ass Stick a knife into your nipples 'till you can't take no more Pissing in your mouth, bitch, lets gang bang this whore Scream, bitch, scream I'll burn you 'till you cry Scream, bitch, scream Ill beat you 'till you cry Scream, bitch, scream I wanna rape you Me and my gang will be cumming in your face We wanna see your drown when we're pissing in your face Fucking suck my cock, bitch, I wanna knock you up If you say no, little girl, I'm gonna fuck you up Scream, bitch, scream I'll beat you 'till you cry Scream, bitch, scream I'll rape you 'till you die Scream, bitch, scream I wanna rape you [spoken word - gg saying various shit during the bridge] Scream, bitch, scream I'll rape you 'till you cry Scream, bitch, scream I'll beat you 'till you die Scream, bitch, scream I wanna rape you Take you behind the alley and make you suck us off In your ass, your cunt, your mouth, we'll be getting off You ain't shit to me, you're just a piece of meat If you try to get way, your gonna feel the beat Scream, bitch, scream I wanna rape you Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream Scream, bitch, scream I'll beat you 'till you cry Scream, bitch, scream I'll rape you 'till you cry Scream, bitch scream I wanna rape you
Scotland posse Sheffield's gonna rock you once again This is a real monster tune Coming up with the motherfucking bassdrum Let me hear ya Hi yoh yoh yoh Hi yeah yeah yeah Say Shefield - Dave Shefield - Dave Hi yoh yoh yoh Alright now I'm your pusher Vamos Yeah C'mon Attacke Lost and found back on the case We'll bring it on down to the party place Up on the catwalk down on the floor We know you're addicted to the real hardcore Back on the case no disgrace We'll bring it on down to the party place Bass you know what I mean Freak is freak and scene is scene Back on the case no disgrace We'll bring it on down to the party place Bass you know what I mean I'm your pusher Here we go now Yeah Ahh Scotland Back on the case no disgrace We'll bring it on down to the party place Bass you know what I mean Back on the case no disgrace We'll bring it on down to the party place Bass you know what I mean I'm your pusher Gimme your hands Singing Jetz kommt die feuerwehr Ahh Scootland posse Yes Uaahhh!
Artisterna åtalades för förarelseväckande beteende när de framförde denna sång offentligt framför några poliser.
[Intro] Dugadu, haha, vaa, bitch, aina la hora Jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel. [Refräng] Dessa statliga banditer, även kallade förbannade poliser. För dem tänker ta det med sig tills vi håller dem bakom ryggen så de inte ser det. Alla dina vapen på bordet, hit med megafonen nu är det jag som har ordet. Fan vad stolt för vilka vi är, vi hittar väl er, det finns ingen chans mot oss. [Vers 1] Har ingen kärlek för dem smutskastande tuggarna, har fem gram dem baxar från pundarna. Kanske blundar han om det finns något att hämta och det är ingenting jag skämtar om. Dem är skjutglada grisar, vi vet sanningen, skyller alla problem på invandringen. Slår en pensionär, behåller ändå kneget, fuck systemet, för dem kör med såna regler. Jag står för vad jag tycker och ingen av er kan ändra på det, lyssna på min CD om du tror att du ska få känna på det. När ni lättar svåret är jag redan klar finns inget kvar, det enda ni kan göra är att vi ska på det som var. För i tjänst men det blir ändå nacka stuket, jag ska få hela jävla snutkåren att suga min kuk. Jag gör vad jag vill och röjer undan bevisen, hela Landskrona hatar polisen. [Refräng] Dessa statliga banditer, även kallade förbannade poliser. För dem tänker ta det med sig tills vi håller dem bakom ryggen så de inte ser det. Alla dina vapen på bordet, hit med megafonen nu är det jag som har ordet. Fan vad stolt för vilka vi är, vi hittar väl er, det finns ingen chans mot oss. [Vers 2] Vem bestämmer vad och vem bestämmer lag, vem bestämmer att jag måste vara bra? Fuck dem, fuck svensk lag, jag är jag, jag skiter i vad, jag hatar vår lag. Jag hatar lagens män, aina la hora, spela viktig stå där, smila din hora. Du ser ner på en människa som mig, jag skiter i din blick, jag spottar tvi i ditt fejs. Dags att vända bladet, nu ska ni få känna på det. Skåne, Latin, Stockholm, hand i hand, vägra släppa taget. Polisen tar det, nu är det krig mot grisarna, knivarna, snabbare, viva, hiva, haffade, ni är mina. Vad har ni att komma med? Jag drömmer om slakteri, jag hoppas Sverige finns kvar i framtiden, så när ni kommer till Gud, kan ni säga alla de snutar som du har våldtagit under bordet. [Refräng] Dessa statliga banditer, även kallade förbannade poliser. För dem tänker ta det med sig tills vi håller dem bakom ryggen så de inte ser det. Alla dina vapen på bordet, hit med megafonen nu är det jag som har ordet. Fan vad stolt för vilka vi är, vi hittar väl er, det finns ingen chans mot oss. Jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel, jävla snutjävel.
En skämtsång som komikern Ali G (som karaktären Borat) framförde på en redneckbar i hans USA-version av programmet Ali G.
Verse In my country there is problem, And that problem is transport. It take very very long, Because Kazakhstan is big. Chorus 1 Throw transport down the well (repeat line) So my country can be free (repeat line) We must make travel easy (repeat line) Then well have a big party (repeat line) Verse 2 In my country there is problem And that problem is the Jew They take everybody money And they never give it back Chorus 2 Throw the jew down the well (repeat line) So my country can be free (repeat line) You must grab him by his horns (repeat line) Then we have a big party (repeat line) Verse 3 If you see the Jew coming You must be carefull of his teeth You must grab him by his money And I tell you what to do (Repeat Chorus 2 twice)
My name is Britney, my tits are real, All of the boys wanna cop a feel. My ass is tight and my hair ain't real, Lip synching songs, got a record deal, I wanna get laid, I wanna get laid, All of the boys give me such a thrill, Oops! By the way I forgot my pill. I'm really famous, got cash to spend, Hit me baby, in my rear end, I wanna get laid, I wanna get laid, When I'm on stage, I love to dance, Buy me a drink, and I'll drop my pants. I'm number 1 and it's good on top, Like Paris Hilton says, "Ooooh - That's hot!" (That's Hot!) I wanna get laid, I wanna get laid. Britney wants to get laid.
If U're looking for somewhere to go Thought I'd take u to a movie show Sittin' in the back and I'll jack u off I can't give u everything u want But I can take u to a restaurant If u're not hungry I'll jack u off If your man ain't no good Come on over to my neighborhood We can jump in the sack and I'll jack u off If u're tired of the masturbater Little girl, we can go on a date And if u like, I'll jack u off I'll jack u off, jack u off I'll jack u off, jack u off I'll jack u off I only do it for a worthy cause Viriginity or menopause U'll have an instant heart attack if I jack u off If u really really want to be a star We gotta do it in your momma's car Naked in a Cadillac, I'll jack u off If we can't find no place to go Girl, I'll take u to a movie show, we can sit in the back And I'll jack u off I'll jack u off, jack u off I'll jack u off, jack u off I'll jack u off, yeah Yeah, yeah, I'll jack u off Alright say, we'll put some funk on here I'll jack u off If u ain't chicken baby, come here If u're good I'll even let u steer As a matter of fact, u can jack me off Yeah, that's right I'll jack u off, yeah I'll jack u off
I want a nasty little jewish princess With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses A horny little jewish princess With a garlic aroma that could level tacoma Lonely inside Well, she can swallow my pride I want a hairy little jewish princess With a brand new nose, who knows where it goes I want a steamy little jewish princess With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums I don't want no troll I just want a yemenite hole I want a darling little jewish princess Who don't shit about cooking and is arrogant looking A vicious little jewish princess To specifically happen with a pee-pee that's snappin' All up inside I just want a princess to ride Awright, back to the top...everybody twist I want a funky little jewish princess A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper A brazen little jewish princess With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits She can even be poor So long as she does it with four on the floor (vapor-lock) I want a dainty little jewish princess With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters A fragile little jewish princess With roumanian thighs, who weasels 'n' lies For two or three nights Won't someone send me a princess who bites Won't someone send me a princess who bites Won't someone send me a princess who bites Won't someone send me a princess who bites
I'm just an American boy raised on MTV And I've seen all those kids in the soda pop ads But none of 'em looked like me So I started lookin' around for a light out of the dim And the first thing I heard that made sense was the word Of Mohammed, peace be upon him chorus: A shadu la ilaha illa Allah There is no God but God If my daddy could see me now – chains around my feet He don't understand that sometimes a man Has got to fight for what he believes And I believe God is great, all praise due to him And if I should die, I'll rise up to the sky Just like Jesus, peace be upon him chorus We came to fight the Jihad and our hearts were pure and strong As death filled the air, we all offered up prayers And prepared for our martyrdom But Allah had some other plan, some secret not revealed Now they're draggin' me back with my head in a sack To the land of the infidel A shadu la ilaha illa Allah A shadu la ilaha illa Allah
Standing on a beach With a gun in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring down the barrel At the arab on the ground See his open mouth But hear no sound I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab I can turn and walk away Or I can fire the gun Staring at the sky Staring at the sun Whichever I choose It amounts to the same Absolutely nothing I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab Feel the steel butt jump Smooth in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring at myself Reflected in the eyes of The dead man on the beach The dead man On the beach I'm alive I'm dead I'm the stranger Killing an arab
Killing in the name of Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were 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 (11 times) 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 were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Uggh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya (4 times) And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times) 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! (Guitar solo) Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me (8 times) Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! (8 times) Motherfucker! Ugh!
Efficiency and progress is ours once more Now that we have the Neutron bomb It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done Away with excess enemy With no less value to property No sense in war but perfect sense at home... The sun beams down on a brand new day No more welfare tax to pay Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light Jobless millions whisked away At last we have more room to play All systems go to kill the poor tonight Gonna Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor...Tonight Behold the sparkle of champagne The crime rate's gone, feel free again Oh life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White Jane Fonda on the screen today Convinced the liberals it's okay So let's get dressed and dance away the night While they... Kill Kill Kill Kill / Kill the poor...Tonight
Användes som bevis av föräldrargrupper med fd vicepresidentens fru Tipper Gore i spetsen för att få igenom varningsetiketter på CDs.
[Eminem]
When I just a little baby boy,
my momma used to tell me these crazy things.
She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,
she used to tell me he hated me.
But then I got a little bit older and I realized,
she was the crazy one.
But there was nothin' I could do or say to try to change her,
cuz that's just the way she was.
They said I can't rap about bein' broke no more.
They say I can't rap about coke no more.
(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
'till the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin' I'm playin'
Thinkin' I'm sayin' this shit cuz I'm thinkin' it just to be sayin' it
(AHHH!) Put your hands down BITCH, I ain't gon' shoot you.
I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin' too much chaos
Just bend over and take it slut, okay Ma?
Oh, now he's rapin' his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You goddamn right BITCH, and now it's too late,
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happened in two states.
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*}
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on.
Blood, guts, guns, cuts.
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts.
Chorus: Eminem
Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me.
Girls leave - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef.
We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef.
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
for poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said.
But when they kill me - I'm bringin' the world with me.
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin' but a girl to me.
..I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady, ('cause why?)
'Cause Shady, will fuckin' kill you. (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady, (why?)
Cuz Shady, will fuckin' kill you
[Eminem]
Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal you
in a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film you
Buck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!
I'm tryin' to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'em
I ain't ask to rap, but I rap on acid
Got a new blow-up probe and just had a strap-on added.
WHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!
Just criminal intent to sodomize women again
Eminem offend? NO! Eminem on assault.
And if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulse
to do it again, THEN, if he does it again
you'll probably end up jumpin' out of somethin' up in the 10th
(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done, this ain't the chorus.
I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest
A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times
in the tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?
Serial killer hidin' murder material
in a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again, we're out of our medicine,
out of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in.
Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!")
[Eminem]
Eh-heh, know why I say these things?
Cause ladies' screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams.
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
these eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!
TWICE? Whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
just to argue with 'em cuz their ratings stink?
FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer,
from fat bitch to all seventy-thousand pounds of her.
From principal, to the student body, and counselor,
from in-school, to before school, to out of school.
I don't even believe in breathin', I'm leavin' air in your lungs
just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it.
OKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAY
I GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.
I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROAT SAG!
You faggots keep eggin' me on 'till I have you at knifepoint, then you beg
me to stop?
SHUT UP! Gimme your hands and feet!
I said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to you!
YOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!
Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!"
ninth line starts "Bitch I'ma kill you!")
[Eminem] Hahaha, I'm just playin' ladies. You know I love you.
Folket är fria borta i Brunei, Diktatorn är älskad till skillnad från mig Han har en så fin ideologi: Diktatur istället för demokrati. Jag ska hyllas av folket i pompa och ståt Å narcissism det gör mig så kåt. Då är det härligt med olika nummer och mail Till kvinnor som kan underhålla mig. Kungliga jiggen vi dansar var dag. Kungliga jiggen, hovet och jag. Silvias bytning, den gör mig så het, Skjuter upp kuken liksom en raket! Det skrivna ordet är ingen idé, Jag behöver ej läsa en enda CV. För den första ungen, ut ur min snopp Blir det lyckliga barn som ska ärva min topp. Jag kan råna banker, jag kan köra full. Jag kan smuggla knark utan risker för tull. Kanske att de surar i Damtidningen Men haffas jag så släpps jag igen. Kungliga jiggen vi dansar var dag. Kungliga jiggen, hovet och jag. Madeleines fagra barm, den gör mig så het, Skjuter upp kuken liksom en raket! Att vara kung är inte alltid så lätt, Stekta, flygande sparvar med för mycket fett. Billig tårta i fejset är ej som sig bör Den ska va gjord av Kunglig Hovleverantör. Att alltid veta vart man är, det är ej sunt. Victoria ska ärva, men mitt jobb är för tungt, För en kvinna kan ej vinka riket runt. Kungliga jiggen vi dansar var dag. Kungliga jiggen, hovet och jag. Tarras blick, den gör mig så het, Skjuter upp kuken liksom en raket!
Kontroversiell för att skivbolagsdirektörerna ansåg att den kunde få tonåringar att begå självmord.
All eyes look up to me High above the filthy streets Heed no bullhorn when it calls Watch me fly and die, watch me fall I'm the boy they can't ignore, For the first time in my life, I'm sure All the love sent up high to pledge Won't reach the ledge Wind blows cold from the west I smell coffee, I smell doughnuts for the press A girl that I knew once years ago Is tryin' to be reached on the phone I'm the boy she can't ignore For the first time in my life, I'm sure All the love sent up high to pledge... (Repeat) Priest kneels silent, all is still Policeman reaches from the sill Watch him try, watch him try his best There'll be no medal pinned to his chest I'm the boy they couldn't ignore For the first time in my life, I'm sure (Repeat) I'm the boy for the last time in my life All the love that they pledge For the last time will not reach the ledge
Vi är här i dag för att berätta En liten historia om en växt, inget komplext en liten extra stimulans som mest. Distinkt till lukten den är grön och klibbig. Typ efter en puff blir du skön och vibbig. Kalla det propaganda, men alla vet det sanna. Testa själv och du märker det med detsamma. Supa sanktioneras helt av staten. Ett gift som har dödat fler än deras vapen. Fundera på saken, spriten sänker, dränker. Men en naturlig växt som gör att du tänker. Förbjuds, medvetandet blir för djupt. Det är en inkörsport till tungt knark tillslut. Individuella exempel, blir en stämpel. Socialstyrelsen drar gränsen med ett stängsel. Och varnar föräldrar att det finns en farlig chans, om ert barns rum pryds av en Bob Marley plansch. Att dom missbrukar ganjah, hasch och knark. Och måste ges en rejäl arselspark. För det är faktiskt starkt, ett preparat. Som kommer sätta dom i ett kriminellt träsk snart. Smart, myndigheterna kriminaliserar det. Sen går dom ut och kritiserar det. Ungdomarna inhalerar det, sen blir dom reglerade, polariserade. Sen vill dom ha mer av det. Så bryt en ond cirkel och legalisera det. Jag sa bryt en ond cirkel och legalisera det. Vad sa du? Avdramatisera det? Refräng (Kekke Kulcha) Legalisera Och jag ska annonsera (Det kan du ge dig fan på) Legalisera Och sluta kritisera (Timbuktu) Så jämför ett glas sprit med en haschbit Det senare stimulerande fett med aktivt I rätta mängder givetvis för mycket av vad som helst är destruktivt Rubrik: "Popstjärna fast för knark på krogen" En sån synvinkel är ju starkt omogen Koncentrera er på vem som är den verkliga boven Vem håller i piskan och vem sköter plogen? Deras argument är dement och full av hål För staten har monopol på alkohol Det är bara att fråga Doktor nån vad som dödar dig snabbast? gräs eller rom? ... eller bong? Visst är det säkert nån som dött av en cannabisöverdos nån gång Men hur ofta eller jämfört med ... att de orkar När det finns folk som forskar i cannabis sativas positiva effekter Regeringen för hellre krig mot små växter Så fort de upptäcker ett sätt att tjäna pengar på det kommer hela världen hänga på det Refräng x2 (Kekke Kulcha) Jag tänkte glödja ganjakoppen Hämta lite vatten och skär upp träden Jag tänkte glödja ganjakoppen Om nånting blir över kör vi det sen (Kekke Kulcha) Lyssna Den här går ut till alla örtanvändare Med andra ord till alla weedbrännare Dessutom till alla trädgårdsmästare Ni hajar säkert vad jag menar med det Hobbybotaniker eller storfarmare Till alla de som är fröspridare Det är de som för arterna vidare Så att alla som vill kan bli weedade x2 (Kekke Kulcha) Jag tänkte glödja ganjakoppen Hämta lite vatten och skär upp träden Jag tänkte glödja ganjakoppen Om nånting blir över kör vi det sen
Legalize it - don't criticize it Legalize it and i will advertise it Some call it tampee Some call it the weed Some call it Marijuana Some of them call it Ganja Legalize it - don't criticize it Legalize it and i will advertise it Singer smoke it And players of instruments too Legalize it, yeah, yeah That's the best thing you can do Doctors smoke it Nurses smoke it Judges smoke it Even the lawyers too Legalize it - don't criticize it Legalize it and i will advertise it It's good for the flu It's good for asthma Good for tuberculosis Even umara composis Legalize it - don't criticize it Legalize it and i will advertise it Bird eat it And they leave it Fowls eat it Goats love to play with it
So many people I want to kill Maybe I won't, maybe I will Put the gun up to your head Blow you away Fucking pigs, legalize Fucking pigs, legalize Fucking pigs, legalize Legalize, legalize murder I heard you say I'm that crazy man Son of a bitch with a gun in his hand You're gonna know who I am today I'm your enemy It's all out war on my war path A lethal kill, a savage blood bath Stick a dagger deep in your chest As life fades away In a pool of blood, where you belong In a dead dead heap, on the cold cold ground Watch you squirm, watch you murmur Fucking pigs, legalize murder Fucking pigs, legalize Fucking pigs, legalize Fucking pigs, legalize Legalize, legalize murder So many people I want to kill Maybe I won't, maybe I will Put the gun up to your head And blow you away I heard you say I'm that crazy man Son of a bitch with a gun in his hand You're gonna know who I am today I'm your enemy... enemy! It's all out war on my war path A lethal kill, a savage blood bath Stick a dagger deep in your chest As life fades away In a pool of blood, where you belong In a heap on the cold cold ground Watch you squirm, watch you murmur Fucking pigs, legalize murder
Through out history There have been many songs Written about the eternal triangle This next one tells the story of Mr. Grayson A beautiful woman and a condemed man Named Tom Dooley When the sun rises tomorrow Tom Dooley must hang Hang down your head Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die I met her on the mountain There I took her life Met her on the mountain Stabbed her with my knife This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be Hadn't it been for Grayson I'd been in Tennesse This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be Down in some lonesome valley Hanging on a white oak tree
You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Girl, we couldn't get much higher Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire, yeah The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire, yeah You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I was to say to you Girl, we couldn't get much higher Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire Try to set the night on fire
Finns även i en tysk version, Weizt Du Noch, insjungen tillsammans med Anita Lindblom.
Mitt namn är Knut Karlsson, 36, jag hade jättekomplex jag var en erotisk minoritet, gick på avvänjningskurser för det Lärde mig snart det rätta sättet, sedan var jag jämt på bettet gift och skild för fjärde gången, sist förföljd av denna sången Mamma, mamma, jag vill komma hem Mamma, mamma, jag vill komma hem Jag tar bussen som går klockan fem Mamma, mamma, jag står inte ut Jag vill inte vara gift med Knut Jag vill vara liten som förut Jag skulle baka lite bröd igår och gjorde som det i receptet står Med några skedar utav ditt och datt men sockerkakan blev så väldigt platt och jag som hade en sån stlig karl och nu har Knutte inga tänder kvar, oj, oj, oj! Mamma, mamma, jag vill komma hem Mamma, mamma, jag vill komma hem Jag tar bussen som går klockan fem Lilla mamma, lilla mamma Lilla mamma, lilla mamma Lilla mamma, lilla mamma Mamma, mamma, jag vill komma väck Mamma, mamma, Knutte är så fräck Varje kväll så klär han av mig näck Mamma, mamma, kom och hjälp mig nu innan Knutte kommer klockan sju från föredraget på RFSU Visst fick jag lära mig i biologin det där om blommor och det där om bin och det om ståndare och om pistill jag borde bläddrat några sidor till för Knutte kan så många fula tricks och har ett stort och elakt bi som sticks, aj, aj, aj! Mamma, mamma, jag vill komma hem Mamma, mamma, jag vill komma hem Jag tar bussen som går klockan fem Lilla mamma, lilla mamma Lilla mamma, lilla mamma
God forsake in this father. Would you perhaps loosen your trousers here, like i have done with mine? Do it... Let me get this straight, God talks to Benny Hinn, He talks to Jimmy Swaggert, he talks to wide recievers and defense lineups, but i was an altarboy for seven years, i memorized the latin fucking mass, and you know what? Lock n' Load! I've never heard from the guy, not a phonecall, not a note, but apparently he talks to Reggie White every saturday night, before the big game on sunday, because as we all know, God is a huge Green Bay fucking Packer fan, right? Go with yourself! You know what? I'm done, It's over, I quit! Am starting my own church, bye bye! This world is bullshit! Would you perhaps loosen your trousers here, like i have done with mine? Last time anybody called himself the lord he got crucified! I am now the leader af the Lapse catholic church, and here are the rules my friend, Thou shalt not fuck that thal fucking sham! Could you speak a little slower, Start to break a little sweat. As long as you do dont have sex with kids or kill anyone, you can do whatever the fuck you want in my church! Maya Angelou said this world is bullshit! But if you as much as look at an altarboy the wrong way, you dont get transfered to an some distant parish in Nova Scotia, No fucking way pal, You stand naked in the middle of Times Square, wearing a big neonsign that says: I carry a torch for kids who carry candles, You fucking assholes! And my boyfriend can make you disappear And theres no more magic and burning or bluberry muffins, you screw up this time, the virgin mother shows up in your driveway, like Ray Liotta in Good Fellas, she pissed the whipshit, then she sets your dick on fire, okey! I welcome this kind of examination Just drop your pants Do It! Lock n' Load! Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors wife, Bullshit! You covet his wife, his car, his house, his pool, and you know why? Because he is covering evey inch of your shit pal. His finger between my asscheeks. Did he get two knuckles up there? Father, what are you doing father? Yeah, what are you doing father? Keep your fucking hands to yourself man! Go with yourself! If you wanna do something with your hands? Stick 'em up the popes ass. Its one of the new fucking rules, Okey? Cause in my church, when it comes to healing, you know when Benny Hinn lays his hand on a supposedly blind person? And when he takes his hand off, the guy can see. Here's how we do it in our church. Your a pothead, guess what? Your still a fucking pothead! And when it comes time to confessing your sins in the Lapse catholic church, guess who you confess your sins to? Thats right, Father Leary! You walk in and say: bless me father for i have sinned! You know what i say: thats fucking great, what did you do? I had impure thoughts many times this week, Fucking excellent, what else? I jerked off like five times, Thats fucking great! You know what your penance is? run across the street to that store, steal beer and a pizza and bring it back here, Okey! Cause we're gonna sit around the rectory and smoke and eat pizza, and if we see the pope on TV, were gonna give him the finger, and make fun of his hat, Okey? And you know what else? Ted Kennedy... Forgivern Frank Gifford... Forgiven Marv Albert... Forgiven Al Sharpton... Forgiven Richard Nixon... Forgiven Phil 'Fucking' Foster... Forgiven Everybody's forgiven, except you, old pal, Fuck You! Do it! Do do do do Do it! I hope your kids pull a Menendez on you old chum! Then they'll be forgiven, ten times over. So go in peace, my friend, get the pizza and the beer, and bring it back here, bacause sin is in, sin is in, and so we begin... Do do do do do do Do it! I think i've seen the light father, can i put my trousers back on again? Do do do do do do do Do It! I'm not a crook... [monolog med bandet]
Cover inspelad 1993 av Charles Mansons låt från hans album 'Lie: The Love And Terror Cult' (1970.) På Guns n 'Roses album "The Spaghetti Incident" var den olistad som 13:e sång, för att inte ge intrycket av att glorifiera Manson.
There's a time for living Time keeps on flying Think you're loving baby But all your doing is crying CHORUS: Can you feel Are those feelings real Look at your game, girl Look at your game, girl What a mad delusion Living in that confusion Frustration and doubt Can you ever live without the game The sad, sad game Mad game Just to say loves' not enough If it can't be true Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you're only fooling you CHORUS Can you feel I know those feelings ain't real Then you better stop trying Or you're gonna play crying Stop trying Or you're gonna play crying Stop trying That's the game Sad sad game Mad game Sad game (spoken) Thanks, Chas Jack
He was a true American champion So why was he thrown in jail? He helped the sick and dying But an unjust law prevailed. Just growing plants that heal the pain With nothing but thanks to earn. We the people owe him a medal Let the verdict be overturned. Chorus Marijuana Hero, There's a dragon looking for you. In a brave new world where right is wrong There's a dragon looking for you, Oh, Marijuana Hero. Federal judge misled the jury Forbid the hero to say That by the laws of California It was legal all the way. And the twelve who sat in darkness Saw the light when it was done. And even they said justice that day Witnessed a total eclipse of the Sun. Chorus Marijuana Hero... Bridge Nearly a million prisoners In a war that won't succeed. Now's the time for leaders to follow Where the will of the people leads. Chorus Marijuana Hero...
Annorlunda smurfversion. Melodi: Hallonsaft. Från 'kramgoa dagcenterlåtar vol2' som kom ut i mitten på 90-talet.
När smurfar ställer till med fest då vet vi hur man knarkar bäst Dom fixar sprit och LSD Vi går på allt du kan tänka dig Hallisar och Pluggmusik En fil som är sagolik Då tar dom fram en pipa Hasch Vi fyller våra lungor nu är det dags Knark, Knark mera knark mera knark så blir du stark Knark, Knark mera knark mera knark så blir du stark Det börjar resa i marijuana land vi får smurfa av för hand Blandas allt och pressas väl och alla lägger ner sin själ Med lagom mycket Thc så blir man riktigt hög på det Knark, Knark mera knark mera knark så blir du stark Knark, Knark mera knark mera knark så blir du stark när vår pipa blivit tom så är det ingen kris för dom då går dom strax och fyller på Så länge det finns mer att få Ju mer dom knarkar skrattar dom eller om det rentav är tvärtom Får en noja och ta ditt liv knark är kul på alla vis Knark, Knark mera knark mera knark så blir du stark Knark, Knark mera knark mera knark så blir du stark
What do we get for ten dollars? Every ting you want. Everything? Every ting! Sittin' at home with my dick on hard, I got the black book for a freak to call. Picked up the telephone and dialed the seven digits. Yo this is Marquis baby, are you down with it? I arrived at her house, knocked on the door. Not having no idea of what the night had in store. I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning. I have an appetite for sex 'cause me so horny. Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny...Ohh, so horny. Me love you long time. Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny....Ohh, so horny. Me love you long time Girls always asking for a fuck so what what's wrong dingy dog with the queen mutt? 'Cause you're the one and you shouldn't be mad. I won't tell your momma if you don't tell your dad. I know he'll be disgusted when he sees your pussy busted. Won't your momma be so mad if she knew I got that ass. I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning. My appetite's for sex, 'cause me so horny. You can say I'm desperate. Even call me perverted, but you'll say I'm a dog when I leave you fuckin' deserted. I'll play with your heart just like it's a game. I'll be blowin' your mind while you're blowing my brain. I'm just like that man they call Georgie Frickin' Pie. I'll fuck all the girls in Dodge and make 'em cry. I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning. I have an appetite for sex 'cause me so horny. Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny....Ohh, so horny. Me love you long time Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny....Ohh, so horny. Me love you long time It's true you were a virgin until you met me. I was the first to make you hot and wetty wetty. You tell your parents that we're going out. Never to the movies, just straight to my house. You said it yourself. You like it like I do. Put your lips on my dick and suck my asshole too. I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning. I have an appetite for sex 'cause me so horny. Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny....Ohh, so horny. Me love you long time Oh, so horny....Ohh, so horny....Ohh, so horny. Me love you long time Fuckin' suck me....Fuckin' suck me...Fuckin' suck me... Fuckin' suck me...Fuckin' suck me... Fuckin' suck me...Fuckin' suck me... Fuckin' suck me...Fuckin' suck me... Fuckin' suck me... Me so horny....me so horny
Från albumet "Ett tusen glas."
Jag läser varje dag i tidningen om såna som förstår sig på . Dom förklarar gärna för alla som vill sånt dom tror sig förstå. Dom skapar egna idéer hur det kommer sig att vissa rakar av sitt hår. Nåt om taskig uppväxt, politisk läggning dom verkar själva tro dom förstår. Oi! Oi! Oi - jag är skinhead och stolt. Jag är stolt som säger det här. Oi! Oi! Oi! - jag håller huvudet högt. Jag håller huvudet högt för den jag är. Oi! Oi! Oi! Jag är född till skinhead. Jag är född till skinhead och ska så förbli. Oi! Oi! Oi! det är mitt val. Det är mitt val, det är mitt liv. Det har aldrig handlat om politik eller ras eller religion. Men att man föds till skinhead, det är ett levnadssätt, det är för oss den enda tron. Och fastän media alltid förföljer oss med lögner, hets och förtal. Så finns det inget som kan ändra oss, vi kommer alltid finnas kvar- SKINHEADS!
Från albumet "Mr Hanky's Christmas Album."
The Virgin Mary was sleeping when angel Gabriel appeared He said you are to be the virgin mother and she thought that was weird Because I can't be a virgin, cause I've started sucking dick last year Fuckin' Gabriel said to Mary, my child, have no fear Cause you can suck every dick you can and still be a Virgin, Mary You can suck every dick you can and still not be considered flawed You can swallow down their cum and latch onto their nads, you're still a Virgin in the eyes of God There was no room at the Inn when Mary and Joseph did arrive They were so very tired you see, and she hadn't given him head Since she had no money, and she needed a place to sleep The Angel Gabriel came to Mary, and told her not to weep Cause you can suck every dick you can and still be a Virgin, Mary You can suck every dick you can and still be the mother of Christ If there's no room at the inn, then its not considered a sin, To suck every dick you can and pay for the night Then three wise men did appear, bearing gifts of Myrrh and such They said that they had followed a star and missed a woman's touch They said we came bearing presents, and you can't thank us too much But again Gabriel appeared to her and this is what he said: You can suck every dick you can and still be a Virgin, Mary You can suck every dick you can ... every one in the nation Fellatio is not a sin, so suck down every seed you can Cause you'll still be a virgin and still command attention You can suck every dick you can and still be a Virgin, Mary You can suck every dick you can, and even the little dummer boy Folks will remember your name quick, after you've sucked their dicks Cause sucking dick brings peace on Earth and joy Cause sucking dick brings peace on Earth and joy You can suck my dick
I like sugar, and I like tea But I don't like niggers...no siree! There's two known things that'll make me puke And that's a hog eatin' slop, and a big, black spook! You know it...cause I show it Like a barn-yard rooster I crow it! And the NAACP Would sure like to get a-hold of nigger-hatin' me! Roses are red, and violet's are blue And nigger's are black, you know that's true But they don't mind, cause what the heck! You gotta be black to get a welfare check! And I'm broke...no joke I ain't got a nickel for a coke! And I ain't black, you see So Uncle Sam won't help poor nigger-hatin' me. Jig-A-Boo, jig-a-boo...where are you? I's here in the woodpile...watchin' you Jig-A-Boo, jig-a-boo...come out! No! Cause I'm scared of the white man's a-way down South You know it!...cause I show it. Stick your black head out and I'll blow it! And the NAACP Can't keep you away from little old nigger-hatin' me! Mirror, mirror...on the wall Who is the blackest of them all? A man named King, and there ain't no doubt That he's causin' lots of trouble with his baboon mouth. Brewin'...he's a doin' It's caused by the trouble he's a-brewin' And the NAACP Can't win if the white men stick with nigger-hatin' me! Hey! Mr. President! What do you say? When are we whites gonna have our day? The nigger's had there's such a long, long time I'm white, and it's time that I had mine! You know it...cause I show it! Stick your black head out and I'll blow it! And the NAACP Can't win if the white man sticks with nigger-hatin' me!
Jag har köpt mig en kamera för fyratusen spänn Jag har varit och filmat ett par gånger med den Det bästa som jag filmat det var faktiskt igår När Knugen knullar Silvia i några lingonsnår Jag såg hur det guppade i en hög löv Då fick jag se det var knugens vita röv Han låg där och stöna som en dromedar När Knugen knullar Silvia den bästa filmen jag har När han drog ut sin balle var den blank och fin Och Silvias fitta droppa som en soppterrin, rajdarajdaraj Nu ska jag hem och filma i projektorn för mor och far När Knugen knullar Silvia den bästa filmen jag har
"Some people think a little girl should be seen and not heard but I think…" Oh Bondage Up Yours! 1-2-3-4 Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave To you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Chain-store chain-smoke I consume you all Chain-gang chain-mail I don't think at all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Thrash me crash me Beat me till I fall I wanna be a victim For you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave To you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more
He looks to the East, worships the beast Nothing but air in his head Appears in your eyes, peddling lies Selling ideas that are dead He's out there every single morning Talking 'bout his new day that is dawning Chorus: On no, here comes a commie Red star on his breast Oh no, here comes a commie Won't you give it a rest? He hates his own land, he has a plan To bring it all down to the ground Confuse you with lies, installs his spies Brings our destruction around He just wants to see our nations dying His desire is for a Red flag flying (Chorus) Instrumental break (Chorus) Support for his plans, comes from alien lands People who don't belong here They come to these shores, they always want more With their lies and their crocodile tears The Red gets his support from these invaders Hopes that their sheer numbers will evade us (Chorus) Oh no, here comes a commie Says his revolution is nigh On no, here comes a commie Won't you off and die?
Gavs ut på en finsk CD med andra snapsvisor och skapade uppmärksamhet i Sverige.
Olof Palme gick på bio, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Han kom ut strax efter tio, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Skottet brann, blodet rann, Olof Palme - han försvann. Olof Palme gick på bio, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Lisbeth såg pistolen blänka, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Strax därefter blev hon änka, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Mördarn sprang, han försvann, Tunnelgatan bytte namn. Olof Palme gick på bio, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Hans Holmer han börjar leta, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Ebbe kände Anna-Greta, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. PKK, 42, 33 och SÄPO med. Olof Palme gick på bio, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Algot ljög, den mytomanen, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Rätten knapte honom på kranen, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa. Det var båg, att han såg, Christer sitta på ett tåg. Olof Palme gick på bio, tra la la la laa, tra lal lal laa.
Bojkottades av homosexuella organisationer för deras rasistiska text.
1,2,1,2,3,4 (Whistle) Guess I needed sometime to get away I needed some piece of mind Some piece of mind that'll stay So I thumbed it down to Sixth and L.A. (90610 LA) Maybe a Greyhound could be my way Police and Niggers, that's right Get out of my way Don't need to buy none of your Gold chains today I don't need no bracelets Clamped in front of my back Just need my ticket; 'til then Won't you cut me some slack? You're one in a million Yeah, that's what you are You're one in a million, babe You're a shooting star Maybe someday we'll see you Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, much too high, Much too high, yes, ow! Immigrants and faggots They make no sense to me They come to our country And think they'll do as they please Like start some mini Iran, Or spread some fuckin' disease They talk so many goddamn ways It's all Greek to me Well some say I'm lazy And others say that's just me Some say I'm crazy I guess I'll always be But it's been such a long time Since I knew right from wrong It's all the means to an end, I I keep it movin' along You're one in a million Oo, you're a shooting star You're one in a million, babe You know that you are Maybe someday we'll see you, Oo oh, Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, Oo, much too high Yeah, Much too high, huh, no, no, oh Ow! Radicals and Racists Don't point your finger at me I'm a small town white boy Just tryin' to make ends meet Don't need your religion Don't watch that much T.V. Just makin' my livin', baby Well that's enough for me You're one in a million Yeah that's what you are You're one in a million, babe You're a shooting star Maybe someday we'll see you Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you But you were much too high Much too high, ow, much too high, Much too high, much too high Yeah, yeee, yeah, yeee, igh! Ow! Much too high (Oh, much too high, ah, much too high, ah, much too high much too high, ow, much too high)
Ett av musikhistoriens värsta shockrockband, den berömda, och idag avlidna huvudfiguren El Duce brukade skita på scen och sen äta upp det framför publiken, bl.a!
ON THE RAG MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG BLOODY CUNT IS SUCH A DRAG MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG OH SHE'S SUCH A NAG RAN AND JUMPED AND SPLASHED IN HER BED THEN I NOTICED... THE SHEETS WERE ALL BLOODY RED I WAS CHOWIN' DOWN... AND SOMETHING TASTED WEIRD RAN TO THE MIRROR... AND SAW BLOOD IN MY BEARD/ MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG BLOODY CUNT IS SUCH A DRAG MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG OH OH OH SHE'S SUCH A NAG THEN SHE SAID THAT SHE WANTED TO BALL I SAID SHUT UP BITCH AND TAKE A MIDOL SHE INSISTED ON HAVING SEX I SPREAD HER LEGS AND SAW A KOTEX MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG BLEEDING HOLE IS SUCH A DRAG MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG OH YEAH, SHE'S SUCH A NAG SHE WAS BITCHY AND CAUSING A FUSS IT'S AN ADDED PROBLEM BETWEEN US WATER BUILD UP, WHAT A DRAG I KNOW THIS BITCH IS ON THE RAG WHEN THIS BITCH IS ON THE RAG I LOVE TO SAY THINGS AND I LOVE TO BRAG USUALLY SEX IS SUCH A GAS BUT THIS TIME I'M SHOVIN' IT UP HER ASS/ MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG BLEEDING TWIT IS SUCH A DRAG MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG OH OH OH SHE'S SUCH A NAG MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG FISHY PUSS IS SUCH A DRAG MY BITCH IS ON THE RAG OH OH OH SHE'S SUCH A NAG ON THE RAG, WHAT A DRAG ON THE RAG, WHAT A NAG SHE'S ON THE RAG, SHE'S ON THE RAG SHE'S SUCH A NAG
Svenskt band som existerade i slutet av 70talet t.o.m början av 80talet. Sången har sitt ursprung i en fackbas som bl.a åkte till spanien.
Jag var en fack-fackföreningsbas som då och då gillade att ta mej ett glas Ibland glömde jag min tunna plånbok då skrev vi en representation, jag kunde väl inte hjälpa det Otack är världens lön (otack är världens lön) Otack är världens lön (otack är världens lön) Jag kämpade många gånger drog mig aldrig för att vara hård Trots blockad så blev det Spanien men jag kommer igen som förste man igen Men det var ändå jag som fick sota för att de andra sket i sin nota Oskyldigt offer för deras gnet står jag här nu ensam med min trumpet, de gav mej på korgen efter många år Otack är världens lön (otack är världens lön) Otack är världens lön (otack är världens lön)
Kanske står du där vid valurnan och tänker just som så, vem av dessa lurefaxer ska jag läggga rösten på, Då passar det nog bra med en partipresentation, som hjälp i din penibla situation. Snutpartiet säger att vårt rättsamhälle är ett skämt, Ja, brottslingarna dom ska buras in och därmed jämt, Och med 1000 fler poliser blir det inget trams, då håller säkert medborgarna sams. Och där i Flumpartiet vet man inte av nån chism, politiker utan idéer samsas bra med kommunism, men en gemensam tanke för dom ner i samma båt, rika jävlar dom ska klämmas åt. Och välgödda partiet står där med fanan i hand, och påminner om att det var dem som byggde upp vårt land, Ja, bygger stort och dyrt det gör man än idag, åt pamparna för feta statsanslag. Folktomtpartiet säger biståndsmedeln är för små, men av svultna afrikaner kan man inga röster få, så man klarar riksdagsgränsen med knapp marginal, det är tacken för en hög moral. Och häst- och vagnpartiet slår ett slag för vår miljö, om vi inte börjar samåka så kommer jorden dö, och har man tur så får man säkert assistans, från kärnkraft som läcker någonstans. Och mjölkprispartiet har ett obönhörligt krav, någon prishöjning på messmör vill vi v inte veta av, Och Stochholm är den kossa som mjölkar bäst. Så glesbygdsfolk snart så blir det fest. Och abortbortpartiet talar gärna om etik, och att utdrivna foster bär en doft av barnalik, Men ler man bara fromt som en kyrkopredikant, får man röster av var tredje tant. Ja, det utlovas och överträffas när det stundar val, och måhända blir du snuvad på ditt väljarkapital, men kommer du i efterhand och klagar, får du tji, på valfläsk ingår ingen garanti. Ja kommer du i efterhand och klagar, får du tji, på valfläsk ingår ingen garanti.
I used to wake up in the morning I used to feel so bad I got so sick of having sleepless nights I went and told my dad He said, 'Son now here's some little something' And stuck them on my wall And now my nights ain't quite so lonely In fact I, I don't feel bad at all Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night Pitcures of Lily solved my childhood problems Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright Pictures of Lily Lily, oh Lily Lily, oh Lily Pictures of Lily And then one day things weren't quite so fine I fell in love with Lily I asked my dad where Lily I could find He said, 'Son, now don't be silly' 'She's been dead since 1929' Oh, how I cried that night If only I'd been born in Lily's time It would have been alright Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night For me and Lily are together in my dreams And I ask you, 'Hey mister, have you ever seen' 'Pictures of Lily?'
Otoligt kontroversiell låt om en kvinna som börjar använda p-pillret, speciellt i den amerikanska södern.
You wined me and dined me When I was your girl Promised if I´d be your wife You´d show me the world But all I´ve seen of this old world Is a bed and a doctor bill I´m tearin´ down your brooder house ´Cause now I´ve got the pill All these years I´ve stayed at home While you had all your fun And every year thats gone by Another babys come There´s a gonna be some changes made Right here on nursery hill You´ve set this chicken your last time ´Cause now I´ve got the pill This old maternity dress I´ve got Is goin´ in the garbage The clothes I´m wearin´ from now on Won´t take up so much yardage Miniskirts, hot pants and a few little fancy frills Yeah I´m makin´ up for all those years Since I´ve got the pill I´m tired of all your crowin´ How you and your hens play While holdin´ a couple in my arms Another´s on the way This chicken´s done tore up her nest And I´m ready to make a deal And ya can´t afford to turn it down ´Cause you know I´ve got the pill This incubator is overused Because you´ve kept it filled The feelin´ good comes easy now Since I´ve got the pill It´s gettin´ dark it´s roostin´ time Tonight´s too good to be real Oh but daddy don´t you worry none ´Cause mama´s got the pill Oh daddy don´t you worry none ´Cause mama´s got the pill
I'm back on it like I just signed my record deal Yeah the best is here, the Bentley Coup paint is dripping wet, it got sex appeal Never should have hated You never should've doubted him With a slot in the president's iPod Obama shattered 'em Said I handled his biz and I'm one of his favorite rappers Well give Luda a special pardon if I'm ever in the slammer Better yet put him in office, make me your vice president Hillary hated on you, so that bitch is irrelevant Jesse talking slick and apologizing for what? If you said it then you meant it how you want it have a gut! And all you other politicians trying to hate on my man, Watch us win a majority vote in every state on my man You can't stop what's bout to happen, we bout to make history The first black president is destined and it's meant to be The threats ain't fazing us, the nooses or the jokes So get off your ass, black people, it's time to get out and vote! Paint the White House black and I'm sure that's got 'em terrified McCain don't belong in any chair unless he's paralyzed From http://www.6lyrics.com Yeah I said it cause Bush is mentally handicapped Ball up all of his speeches and I throw 'em like candy wrap 'cause what you talking I hear nothing even relevant And you the worst of all 43 presidents Get out and vote or the end will be near The world is ready for change because Obama is here! 'cause Obama is here The world is ready for change because Obama is here!
Åh! Prinsessan Madeleine Är så oskyldigt ren Har så sköna fina ben Och lena bröst Jag hoppas att du inte är för snobbig Och tycker att en slusk som jag är jobbig Så hoppa ur ditt NK och ta din limousin Hem till mej så bjuder jag på billigt vin Jag måste hinna bli kung Medan du är ung Ja, vi måste hinna gifta oss innan du blir stor Och blir gammal, ful och rynkig som din mor Åh! Prinsessan Madeleine Har en brorsa i armén Och en särskild typ av gen gör blodet blått Jag drömmer om den dagen då jag får dej Jag hoppas att du inte är en svår tjej Och att jag är en man av folket Det spelar ingen roll För jag har läst i Se &Hör att du har koll Jag vill få bo i palats Bräda alla balla brats Fast kanske är du svår och då blir det som jag tror Att den enda som vill ha mej är din bror Åh! Prinsessan Madeleine Har ett hjärta utav sten Och så pälsar och smycken av guld Jag tror inte jag står ut nu Jag funderar på å göra slut nu Jag pallar inte med En tjej som är så fin Och pratar med små Lidingö-iiin Åker runt i limousiiiin Och dricker årgångsviiiin Och går på Sturehof och kokaiiiin Jag vill ha en tjej med lite go i En sån som kanske gillar Ebba Grön eller David Bowie En sån som gärna dricker folköl och alltid släpper till Och som inte jämt är tyst och ligger still
Jag skulle gå till kyrkan och bikta mig Det var någonting som tyngde mig Jag gick in i båset och satte mig mitt emot prästen Fader, förlåt jag har syndat Jag spelar musik i ett band Jag har lite svårt att skilja på rätt och fel ibland Vad gör det? Vem har inte det? Avbröt prästen och sa att han var nog själv inte guds bästa barn Och jag tystnade och jag lyssnade och avbröt inte en gång när bekännelsen från prästen kom Mitt liv stavas fitta och rökheroin Får jag presentera ett perverst prästasvin Mitt liv stavas fitta och rökheroin och jag har spridit smitta uti Ann-Kristin Diakonissan Ann-Kristin söp jag redlös på nattvardsvin Under den heliga klänningen fann jag himlen på jorden Och när församlingsvärdinnan Liselott fick smaka på någonting stort och gott blev det total skandal Jag blev ombedd att lämna vår herres sal Men jag hängde kvar och vad värre var fann jag tröst och sympati i tunga droger och i pornografi Så jag rökade och jag gökade och jag öppnade en bordell där uti kyrkträdgårdens gamla kapell Mitt liv stavas fitta och rökheroin Här sitter ett förljuget och perverst prästasvin Mitt liv stavas fitta och rökheroin och jag har spridit smitta uti Ann-Kristin Men vad gör det? Vem har inte det? avbröt prästen och sa att han var nog själv inte guds bästa barn Och jag tystnade och jag lyssnade och avbröt inte en gång när bekännelsen från prästen kom Mitt liv stavas fitta och rökheroin Här sitter ett skenheligt, perverst prästasvin Mitt liv stavas fitta och rökheroin Får jag presentera ett perverst prästasvin Mitt liv stavas fitta och rökheroin
Ja knäcker dina armar, jag knäcker dina ben Jag krossar din skalle med en sten När tårarna blandas med ditt blod Har jag gjort mig skyldig till ännu ett mord Nej, jag får inte ge upp, nej, jag måste få ett slut Jag orkar inte längre, jag står inte ut Nu är du på ett ställe där många andra är Som fått känna på mitt begär
I'm your mama, I'm your daddy, I'm that nigga in the alley. I'm your doctor when in need. Want some coke? Have some weed. You know me, I'm your friend, Your main boy, thick and thin. I'm your pusherman. Ain't I clean, bad machine Super cool, super mean Dealin' good, for The Man. Superfly, here I stand. Secret stash, heavy bread, Baddest bitches in the bed, I'm your pusherman Silent life of crime A man of odd circumstance, A victim of ghetto demands. Feed me money for style And I'll let you trip for a while. Insecure from the past, How long can a good thing last? No, no, no Got to be mellow, y'all Got to get mellow, now Pusherman gettin' mellow, y'all Heavy mind, every sign Makin' money all the time My 'E ID', and just me For all junkies to see Ghetto Prince is my thing Makin' love's how I swing I'm your pusherman Two bags, please For a generous fee Make your world what you want it to be Got a woman I love desperately Wanna give her somethin' better than me Been told I can't be nuthin' else Just a hustler in spite of myself I know I can break it This life just don't make it Lord, Lord, yeah Got to get mellow, now Gotta be mellow, y'all Got to get mellow, now I'm your mama, I'm your daddy, I'm that nigga in the alley. I'm your doctor when in need. Want some coke? Have some weed. You know me, I'm your friend, Your main boy, thick and thin. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. Lord, Lord
Rape me, Rape me my friend, Rape me, Rape me again, I'm not the only one aahhh, I'm not the only one aahhh, I'm not the only one aahhh, I'm not the only one, Hate me.. do it and do it again, Taste me, Rape me my friend, I'm not the only one ahh, I'm not the only one ahh, I'm not the only one ahh, I'm not the only one, My favourite inside source, I'll kiss your open sores, Appreciate your concern, You'll always stink and burn, Rape me, rape me my friend, Rape me, rape me again, I'm not the only one ahh, I'm not the only one ahh, I'm not the only one ahh, I'm not the only one, Rape me! (Rape me) Rape me! (Rape me) Rape me! (Rape me) Rape me! (Rape me) Rape me! (Rape me) Rape me! (Rape me) Rape me! (Rape me) Rape me! (Rape me) Rape me!
scratch: *sedlighetsroteln bestiger allt annat än berg* *här tas en ton åt varje regel och regulation* *fett jamenvisst!* *sedlighetsroteln* *guds bästa barn* *sedlighetsroteln* *löst folk!* *sedlighetsroteln* *fel jävla jävel och jävlas med* *guds bästa barn* Ring Snuten, säg åt dem 'sätt på blåljusen', ja jao jao Ring Snuten, för Sär Klas e i huset, jao, jao, jao [Sär Klas aka Timbuktu] Ja råna en bank med en banan-attrapp Å smet undan lagens vakt, å sket över en galen takt U. Smuts, levererar en kuldusch Klämde bananen i avgasröret på en piketbuss Lever i hetluft, figurerar i 'Efterlyst' Fan, man e väl en mästertjyv Med landbygdens snabbaste flyktcykel En hottad flakmoppe, en riktig knyckjycke Lev å lär, karriär kriminell Med Tompa, Carlos, Ågren, Sär å Kjell Undgått tutsignaler å snutpinaler så som klovar rå som bovar -Vi e grova! Packa kappsäcken full med guld å gröna Ännu en episod i Sedlighetrotelns skröna Ring snuten, Kjell Kriminell e i huset, jao jao jao Ring Snuten, säg åt dem att suga på kuken, hahahaha [Kjell Kriminell aka Promoe] (Kjell Kriminell!) Rapparn som uppmanar knattar å snatta Gör en platta om hur man rackar Å undgår att bli haffad Så alla medelklass-kids å förortkickers Låt mig intressera er för skjorttricket (För skjort-vilket?) Bästa sättet å ta nåt Stoppa skjortan i brallorna, ta bältet, å dra åt Gå in på nåt av Kapitalismens skryt-byggen, å om du vågar Ta risken, fyll ryggen Men akta ryggen, dem sneglar i speglar Medan ja skriker åt kameror "kom å ta mig då!" Åt alla skvallertanter, å butikskotrollanter Gör så här när ni hör dessa musikkombattanter Ring snuten, eran kollega e skjuten, jao jao jao Ring snuten, Carlos Kanon e i huset [Carlos Kanon aka Supreme] (C-C-C-Carlos Kanon) De e dags å mata svinen, med automatkarbinen Lära glinen hur man handskas med polisen, bryta isen Med kofot å mordhot, finns inget bot för LoopTroop Sedlighetsroteln korrumperar rootschlooks Möt terroristen (vem?) Som sköt sheriffen "Han sökte beefen, kom igen, han döda Spliffe" Fast jag löste tvisten med skjutjärnet från hemvärnet Å cashen kom lägligt, nu kan vi kvarta femstjärnigt, ärligt Nya sporten e värdetransporter Nya offer; även väktare kan dra nitlotter (Carlos) Kaos bröt ut, efter ett par pavor rödtjut En hel Absolut, när Carlos skrek "skjut en snut" Skjut Snuten, vi skickar dem till akuten, blam blam blam Ring Snuten, för Tjyv Tjompa e i huset, jao jao jao [Tjyv Tjompa aka Cos M.I.C.] Ey, Tjyv Tjompa, som mest ondskefull med alleren Snutfacistdödare på två ben, i ditt kvarter Förklara vad som e fel med, hela det systemet Dem riktiga problemen kontrakredet å debet Rusar in på ditt kontor, ger hela snuthuset Looptroop noja Iklädd Ninja Dräkt å Fotboja Schlook-truppen smugglar vapen genom tullen För att skjuta ner kvarterssnutar, å piketpatrullen "Men dom gör ju bara sitt jobb?!" Å dom gör det bra, terrorister i uniform På uppdrag av sveriges stat, så mår du bra gris, när du spöar klottrare, Å går hem efter jobbet till en hobby som blottare Jävla Fassy!.. Jävla Fassy!... Ring snuten, Säg har ni inte ryckt ut än?, jao jao jao Ring snuten, herr Ågren är i huset, jao jao jao [Herr Ågren aka Organism 12] Rappare läser om mig, gömmer magasinet å slutar Medan jag bara står här å tömmer magasinet på snutar En riktig thug, iförd en snusnäsduk Å varje gång jag dyker upp ser du sen att en snut bärs ut Ert högkvarter e bögkvarter, vi insjuknar i våld Sen när snuten kommer får dom sex skott genom vindrutan på volvon Å kula genom motorhuven, ut genom ratten Genom snuten som satt där å han bakom blev skjuten i axeln Stapplar ut och stupar i backen Tappar vapnet som avlossas så kulan studsar Han blir skjuten i nacken, jag har en attityd som avgör vem som dör När folk uppfattar den, ser sig omkring, rasar ihop, å dör scratch: *sedlighetsroteln* *guds bästa barn* *sedlighetsroteln* *löst folk!* *sedlighetsroteln* *fel jävla jävel och jävlas med* *guds bästa barn*
Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. Baby got big and baby get bigger. Baby get something. Baby get more. Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger. Oh, look around you, all around you, riding on a copper wave. Do you like the world around you? Are you ready to behave? Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society, that's where I want to be. (Lenny!) Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger. Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger. Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger. Outside of society, that's where I want to be. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. (those who have suffered, understand suffering, and thereby extend their hand the storm that brings harm also makes fertile blessed is the grass and herb and the true thorn and light) I was lost in a valley of pleasure. I was lost in the infinite sea. I was lost, and measure for measure, love spewed from the heart of me. I was lost, and the cost, and the cost didn't matter to me. I was lost, and the cost was to be outside society. Jimi Hendrix was a nigger. Jesus Christ and Grandma, too. Jackson Pollock was a nigger. Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society, if you're looking, that's where you'll find me. Outside of society, they're waitin' for me. Outside of society. (Repeat)
(Hook) Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us We the type of people make the club get crunk Verse 1:(Big Boi) Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbing every city then we headed to that bat cave A-T-L, Georgia, what we do for ya Bull doggin hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy you sounding silly, thank my Brougham aint sittin pretty Doing doughnuts round you suckas like then circles around titties Damn we the committee gone burn it down But us gone bust you in the mouth with the chorus now (Hook) I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass'll be a has what Thats one to live by or either that one to die to I try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure Andre, got to her station here's my destination She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower kinda sour cause my favorite group ain't comin with it But I'm witcha you cause you probably goin through it anyway But anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin but examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully, it's sad and it's costly, but that's all she wrote And I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit creek it's weak is the last quote That I want to hear when I'm goin down when all's said and done And we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin and slowin down All yawl can say is them niggas earned that crown but until then till' then (Hook) (Harmonica Solo) (Hook til fade)
Life is so boring without wars why don't people kill each other anymore? There'll be so fun to see someone die and all they were lying on the floor Just kick them once or twice I'll like to beat my mate over the head and then sit & watchin' as he lay down and bled And maybe blow his arm off I could use a gun And watch him scream in agony yeah that'll be fun I like the pretty mushroom when Hiroshima went up in smoke And all the people screaming you could hear them as they choke And little babies dyin' in their mothers arms They tried to run for cover but there was no way to hide I like to se them tremble cause I know there's no escape They turn to me with faces of fear I just look on them with hate Of radiation rising they tried to run away There's no use for money so they just had to stay I hear some cry for mercy I just look and laugh - HA! And I see a crow towards me I'd hit him with a bar People will like candles just melt in the sun Mercy crawl along they will go out one by one With these thoughts stickin' in your mind And I really hope they do This song's just a warning of what could happen to me And you and you and you… to us.
Jag är den schyssta killen. Ja, ni vet den där promillen av oss män som faktiskt inte bara glor på dina bröst. Som gillar konst och pelargoner, aldrig vinner diskussioner enbart för jag nyttjar styrkan i min röst. Som kan ge råd och stöd och tröst. Jag är förstående och mjuk. Jag kokar thé när du är sjuk och när din kille har gjort slut är det hos mig du gråter ut. Och jag tar hand om dig med kex och ost och vin. Och håller om dig när du snyftar tyst att alla män är svin. För jag är den schyssta killen. Ett av få manliga snillen som förstått att det finns orättvisor mellan våra kön. Och att jag själv i mångt och mycket har en del i könsförtrycket. Att vi män så gott som jämt har högre lön. Rätt att tränga oss i kön. Jag är så p.k man kan bli. Härskarteknik och fördomsfri. Om jag är feminist? Jag ber! Numer är jag nog mer av queer. Och uppå internationella kvinnodan. Då demonstrerar vi ihop och läser Edith Södergran. I ett sjukt patriarkat är jag din manlige kamrat. Jag gör mitt allra bästa för att vara genusobjektiv. Och jag är inte den som klagar över stängda tjejmiddagar och jag ställer inte till nå:t himla liv när du tafsar på pin kiv. Jag håller både mask och trut när vi om torsdan rumlar ut och du blir aspackad och plump och raggar småpojkar på Gump. Och ifall ingen låter charma sig omkull ställer jag upp på lite oskyldigt och kravlöst kompisknull. För jag är den schyssta killen. Biten utav tjejbacillen. Det är helt okej med skämt som rör min kropp eller potens. Och det är klart att jag försvarar dig mot andra onda karlar. Ber om ursäkt för vår usla existens. Jag lider med din mens. Ser inget kön bara person. Jag finner ingen attraktion i den nervösa energin hos en kåt och glad blondin. Nej, om en kvinna nånsin skulle få mig kär ska hon va vildvuxen och lesbian och SCUM-reaktionär. Ja, sån är din schysta kille för det var väl så du ville att jag skulle vara för att kunna godkännas som vän. Att jag är blek och len i hyn, bisexuell och androgyn. En form av acceptabelt undantag bland män. Som insett sanningen: Min manlighet är blott ett skal. Jag vill bli genusneutral. Göra bot och bättring och radera, operera och kastrera varenda del av mig som upplevs maskulin. Sen kan vi tjura med varann och sjunga alla män är, alla män är, alla män är svin!
Goodbye to you my trusted friend We've known each other since we were nine or ten Together we climbed hills and trees Learned of love and A B C's Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Goodbye my friend it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air Pretty girls are everywhere Think of me and I'll be there We had joy we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed were just seasons Out of time...... Goodbye Papa please pray for me I was the black sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong Too much wine and too much song Wonder how I got along. Goodbye Papa its hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air Little children everywhere When you see them I'll be there. We had joy we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons Have all gone. We had joy we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons Have all gone. Goodbye Michelle my little one You gave me love and helped me find the sun And every time that I was down You would always come around And get my feet back on the ground. Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air With the flowers everywhere I wish that we could both be there We had joy we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the stars we could reach Were just starfish on the beach We had joy we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the stars we could reach Were just starfish on the beach We had joy we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons Have all gone All our lives we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed were just seasons Out of time...... We had joy we had fun We had seasons in the sun
I got a story to tell Yo yo Nu går det ganska snabbt Så här är det: Oss superhjältar emellan blir det ibland problem Men det händer ganska sällan Och det här var storsmällan För Hulken ringer mej mitt i natten helt gråtfärdig "Yo Timbuk, det har hänt nåt förfärligt" Tydligen hade Tintin lämnat kapten Haddock För Acke hade sett honom ha en trekant i en hammock med Gnutten och Bobo som hade gjort värsta lätet Dupont han hade filmat och lagt ut det på nätet I samma veva visade det sej att Bamse var scientolog Pelefant hade hört det för dom har samma psykolog Så Gammelsmurfen flippa och ringde Arne Anka Som stack å tanka Nu var smurfarna helt panka Gargamel såg tillfället å röva bort Smurfelina Proppa henne me E å behandla henne som en slyna Läderlappen blev ju givetvis lack Gav helt upp bovjakt å började sälja ful tjack Följdaktligen blev Spindelmannen helt stressad Pressade Fin. å Fiffi blev helt lemläst Å Stålmannen var slutfestad Gått på för många av Snobbens fester Så han å Lille Fridolf drog på sexsemester Med X-men som gäster Å då blev Socker Conny grön av avund Å putta ner ….jäveln i en avgrund Fantomen blev knäckt för det var hans bästa kram Han å Devil kallsvettades hela nästa dan. Men Björnligan räddade Kom med värsta syran å mitt i yran Träffade dom fantastiska fyran Dom gick lös Efterfesta hos familjen Hedenhös Och tydligen var Hagbard helt skandalös Dagobert å Duffy Duck var dopade Och Knattarna hade erkänt att dom var periodare Så Farbror Kalle hotade med självmord Så Modesty Blaise höjde stämningen å strippade på ett barbord Gröna Lyktan blev så kåt att han tafsade på Hiawatha Så Rocky fick slå honom med en flaska Å som om det inte räckte hade DareDevil spetsat spenaten Så när Karl-Alfred testa blev han helt upphetsad å grabbade staken å köpte 3 vapen av Knasen å Schassen Tvingade Kalle å Hobbe att råna jourbutiken Alla profiter skulle gå till Joakims fabriker Lex Luthor blev så sur så han kalla på Tom å Jerry för han visste att dom skulle tjalla på alla å då kom Judge Dredd på bågen å slängde in varenda en in på kåken Nu kunde inte Hulken hålla tillbaka gråten Superhjältar är som Mc's jag la på telefonen Jag skulle bara säga Att denna sändningen sponsrades av Baccardi, Marlboro,Gröna Konsum, killen me femmorna Super hjätar är som Mc's
Restless people from the sick city Burned their homes down to make the sky look pretty What can I do I'm just a person This is the line that we always seem to hear You just sit Things get worse and Watch TV and drink your beer Walkin' all alone Not goin' anywhere Walkin' all alone Nobody seems to care Restless as the wind This town is killin' me Got to put an end To this restless misery I'm Just one of those restless people Can never seem to be satisfied with livin' In the sick old sick sick sick old sick city It may be too late for me to say goodbye And it may be too late To watch the sick old city die Goin' on the road Yeah I'm gonna try to say Sick city so long goodbye and die
Svenskt band som existerade i slutet av 70talet t.o.m början av 80talet.
Du får hundra spänn om du följer med mig hem Smeka och kela min säng får du dela (Torskjävel… jävla torsk) Hoppas att din stjärt är jättetrång för min grova kuk är jättelång Du din jävla torsk försök med någon annan Du borde spärras in få ett skott i pannan Aj aj inte där bak, åh åh inte där bak Aj aj inte där bak - YOU REALLY COME IN.
Det är sjukt att va snut det är sjukt att bli en sån som försvarar dom övergöddas jävla lagar I en cell och jag var full och snutten har inget att göra Dom hoppar på mej när jag gick där och hoppades på en rolig kväll Ockupation - 60 snutar slår på allt vi var bara 10 när dom stormade in 5 man bar ambulansmännen ut Fy fan för att bli snut Det är sjukt att va snut... Jag hatar snuta precis som jag hatar dom övergöddas lagar Dom är inte människor dom är vapen mot oss Skjut en snut! Det är sjukt att va snut...
Gruppen lät sig censureras av sitt eget skivbolag som avlägsnade sången från deras andra album "Blue," eftersom låten innehåller flera referenser till droger, våld och mord av unga personer liknande Columbine-skjutningen tidigare på året. Sången var menad som en antivåld-sång.
Miss Jones taught me English but I think I just shot her son cause he owed me money with a bullet in the chest you cannot run now he's bleeding in a vacant lot the one in the summer where we used to smoke pot, I guess I didn't mean it but man you should have seen it his flesh explode slow motion, see me let go we tend to die young slow motion, see me let go what a bloody nose slow motion, see me let go now the cops will get me but girl, if you would let me I'll take your pants off I got a little bit of blow we could both get off later baby, in the afterglow two large coke we cut with drain-o and your nose starts to bleed the most beautiful will we read slow motion, see me let go we'll remember these days slow motion, see me let go urban life decays slow motion, see me let go and I don't my sister eating paint chips again, that's why she's insane I shot the dog in the morning, I shoot crack in my vein ... girl in you, see my neighbor beating his wife because he hates his life, there he knocks to his fist as he swings oh man, what a beautiful thing and just lie close to me, don't you grow to be a junky-wanna creep Hollywood gonna raise my wrath on the younger man psychopath I insight a murder for your entertainment cause I need the money what's your excuse the jokes on you slow motion, see me let go... (X3)
Change my pitch up. Smack my bitch up. Change my pitch up. Smack my bitch up. Change my pitch up. Smack my bitch up. Change my pitch up. Smack my bitch up. Smack my bitch up. (Aaaaaa... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... aaaa aaaaaa ....... aaaa aaaaa ..... aaa aaaaa Aaaaaa... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaa aaaa.. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa) Smack my bitch up. Change my pitch up. Smack my bitch up. Change my pitch up. Smack my bitch up.
This is where the good times went With his brains laying on the pavement With a broken bottle in his hand And another in his back Do you feel alright ? Oi! Oi! Oi! Someone's gonna die tonight Oi! Oi! Oi! Do you feel the rage Oi! Oi! Oi! The boys are out tonight Was it something that he said ? With his footballscarf now stained red With a broken bottle in his hand You will never understand Do you feel alright ? Oi! Oi! Oi! Someone's gonna die tonight Oi! Oi! Oi! Do you feel the rage Oi! Oi! Oi! The boys are out tonight
So fucking what! Well I've been to Hastings And I've been to Brighton I've been to Eastbourne too So what, so what Well I've been here And I've been there And I've been every fucking where So what, so what So what, so what you boring little cunt Well who cares, who cares what you do Who cares, who cares about you You, you, you Well I've sucked sweets And I've sucked rock And I've even sucked an old man's cock So what, so what Well I've fucked a sheep And I've fucked a goat I've had my cock right down its throat So what, so what So what, so what you boring little cunt Well who cares, who cares what you do Who cares, who cares about you You, you, you, you Well I've drunk that And I've drunk this And I've spewed up on a pint of piss So what, so what And I've had scag I've had speed I've jacked up until I bleed So what, so what So what, so what you boring little cunt Well who cares, who cares what you do Who cares, who cares about you You, you, you, you Well I've had crabs And I've had lice And I've had the pox and that ain't nice So what, so what Well I've fucked this And I've fucked that And I've even fucked a schoolgirl's crack So what, so what So what, so what you boring little cunt Who cares, who cares about you Who cares, who cares about you You, you, you, you....
Lloyd Price går med på att skriva om texten till sången eftersom man ansåg den vara för våldsam.
The night was clear and the moon was yellow And the leaves came tumbling down I was standing on the corner when I heard my bulldog bark He was barkin' at the two men who were gamblin' in the dark It was Stagger Lee and Billy, two men who gambled late Stagger Lee threw seven, Billy swore that he threw eight Stagger Lee told Billy, "I can't let you go with that" "You have won all my money and my brand new stetson hat" Stagger Lee started off goin' down that railroad track He said "I can't get you Billy but don't be here when I come back" Stagger Lee went home and he got his forty-four Said "I'm goin' to the barroom just to pay that debt I owe" Stagger Lee went to the barroom and he stood across the barroom door He said "Nobody move" and he pulled his forty-four Stagger Lee shot Billy, oh he shot that poor boy so bad Till the bullet came through Billy and it broke the bartender's glass
Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone Way back to New York City Where you do belong Honey, I missed your two-tone kisses Legs wrapped around me tight If I ever get back to Fun City, girl I'm gonna make you scream all night Honey, honey, call me on the telephone I know you're movin' out to Hollywood With your can of tasty foam All those beat up friends of mine Got to get you in their books And lead guitars and movie stars Get their tongues beneath your hood Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's Now that's what I call obscene Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute I bet you keep your pussy clean Honey, I miss your two tone kisses Legs wrapped around me tight If I ever get back to New York, girl Gonna make you scream all night Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you For givin' head to Steve McQueen Yeah, and me we made a pretty pair Fallin' through the Silver Screen Honey, I'm open to anything I don't know where to draw the line Yeah, I'll make bets that you're gonna get John Wayne before he dies Yeah! You're a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star Yeah, a star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star Yes you are A star fucker, star fucker, star fucker, star fucker star
Jord som mig fostrat har och fäders aska gömmer Folk, som ärvt hjältars land och deras dygder glömmer Ur skuggan av min dal jag ägnar dig en sång Dig söver smickrets röst Hör sanningens en gång Här fladdrar stolt vår fana Ni vill den ifrån oss ta Förstår ni ej vår känsla Har ni glömt vad liv oss gav Ett arv från det gamla Och ett lån från våra barn Det är den mark vi trampar Det är vårt ödes garn "Vi tystar ni lystrar" Oh nej vi tiger ej!! "Hör vem som talar" Oh nej vi tiger ej!! "Ni gör som vi säger" Oh nej vi tiger ej!! "Vi sitter tryggt med makt i hand" Här fladdrar stolt vår fana Ni vill den ifrån oss ta Förstår ni ej vår känsla Har ni glömt vad liv oss gav Vi skymfar ej och hädar Nej vi älskar blott och tror Ingen söndring ska rasera det huset där vi bor Vi tystar...
Text och musik: Eddie Meduza/Errol Norstedt.
Jag ska fylla 14 år till hösten, å jag ronkar kuken varje kväll. Om jag tar ett fruntimmer på brösten, då så ger hon mig en jävvla smäll. Men jag ska nog visa den ragatan, för en da så blir jag åsså stor. Då så ska jag knulla dom som satan, alla fruntimmer som ut i sverige bor. Jag vill ha stoooora djupa fittor, ja det ska bli min melodi. Jag ska ha blöööta svarta fittor, som jag kan köra kuken i. En gång låg jag jättelänge vaken, då råkade min morsa komma in. Då så fick jag se att hon var naken, å hennes fitta var så svart och fin. Min brud ska ha en saaaaftig fitta, en svart och fin som moooorsan har. Ja sånna bruuudar ska jag hitta, å knulla när jag bliiir en karl. Jag vill ha stoooora djupa fittor, ja det ska bli min melodi. Jag ska ha blöööta svarta fittor, som jag kan köra kuken i. O jag blev så kåt, när jag tänker på't, jag tar tag i kuken, som är styv och våt. Å jag börjar runka, ända tills det går, å då låtsas jag att jag knullar med min mor. Igår så sa jag alltihop till brorsan, å han tyckte likadant som ja, att det finns ingen finare än morsan, så sånna brudar vill vi bägge ha. Min brud ska ha en saaaaftig fitta, en svart och fin som moooorsan har. Ja sånna bruuudar ska jag hitta, å knulla när jag bliiir en karl. Jag vill ha stoooora djupa fittor, ja det ska bli min melodi. Jag ska ha blöööta svarta fittor, som jag kan köra kuken i.
CBS program 'Late Show with David Letterman' ställde in hennes framträdande eftersom sången handlade om rasism i USA.
white people are so scared of black people. they bulldoze out to the country, and put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets. and while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest, the berlin wall still runs down main street separating east side from west. and nothing is stirring, not even a mouse, in the boarded up stores and the broken down houses, so they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps just to prove they got no manners, no mercy, and no sense. and i wonder then what it will take for my city to rise. first we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. the ghost of old buildings are haunting parking lots in the city of good neighbors that history forgot. i remember the first time i saw someone lying on the cold street, i thought, "i can't just walk past you, this can't just be true." but i learned by example to just keep moving my feet. it's amazing the things that we all learn to do. so we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter, serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water and the old farmroad's a four-lane that leads to the mall and my dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall, and i wonder then what it will take for my country to rise. first we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. 'til nation's last taker succumbs to one last dumb decision and america the beautiful is just one big subdivision.
Through early moring fog I see Vision's of the things to be The pains that are with held for me I realise and I can see *That suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please The game of life is hard to play Gonna to lose it anyway The losing card I'll someday lay So this is all I have to say (Repeat *)
Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquer Take a bottle, drown your sorrows Then it floods away tommorows Away tommorows Evil thoughts and evil doings Cold, alone you hang in ruins Thought that you'd escape the reaper You can't escape the master keeper 'Cos you feel life's unreal, and you're living a lie Such a shame, who's to blame, and you're wondering why Then you ask from your cask, is there life after birth What you saw can mean hell on this earth Hell on this earth Now you live inside a bottle The reaper's travelling at full throttle It's catching you, but you don't see The reaper's you, and the reaper is me Breaking laws, knocking doors But there's no one at home Made your bed, rest your head But you lie there and moan Where to hide, suicide is the only way out Don't you know what it's really about Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquer Take a bottle, drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows
There's blood on the street And the smell is so sweet 'Cos another blue bastard has gone down See the boots swarmimg round his head They're gonna see him dead Nightstick in his hand He tried to rule this land That's no way to make a country great It takes more, more than force You've got to give it a voice So it's goodnight to one more fascist clown We've got a right, you can't keep us quiet We've got a riot, we've got a riot This is our answer to your law! Don't shed no tears for him His life was lived in sin No one has the right to order you Don't be told what life is about Brixton riot riot Toxteth riot riot Bristol riot riot Moss Side riot riot England riot riot
Från LP:n med samma namn från 1981.
Jag fick telefon från brorsan att det var illa ställt med morsan och han tyckte att jag skulle skynda mig hem. Jag tog planet i från Rio samma morgon klockan tio och var hemma kvällen efter kvart över fem. När jag såg min gamla mamma grät jag tårar och jag stamma', hon försökte le och ville hålla min hand. Doktorn sa att det hänt vid buss-stationen, när hon hämtat folkpensionen slogs hon ned av tvenne modiga män. Att dom sen fick nå'ra dar i buren lär inte bota skallfrakturen och dom lär redan va' i farten igen. Är det sant att knarktrafiken har förgiftat politiken och att statsråd och polis har tvätt i dess byk? Och att härvan bara växer, Mr Y och Mr X är ej dom enda bovarna som borde ha stryk? Att vår invandringsminister har fått tips av antikrist här och släpper in dom gangsters andra länder kör ut? Att fascismen gror i våra parker i takt med terror, våld och knark här att säkerhet och trygghet börjar ta slut Att ingen vill ta ansvar mer för knogen man lägger ner, nu rostar plogen. Så här var Sverige inte funtat förut! Kära svenskar, vad blev av er? Det finns justa jugoslaver liksom greker och turkar här i vår handelsbod. Men mitt i bidragskarusellen står nu jättedamen Ellen, Moder Svea och bligar dumt som en plundrad kommod. Det som ligger dig i fatet är allt världsförbättrar-pratet mens dina egna ungar sprattlar i maffians nät. Och dom knarkar, svinar ner och stjäl, våra gamla sparkar dom ihjäl. Vad i helvete, Moder Svea, har du ställt till? De politiker som dig förådde, och media-cyniker som sådde kaos får dig att verka helt imbecill. Rum-dumme-dum-dill, rum-dumme-dum-sill, dom lurar dig så mycket dom vill.
Du gamla, du fria Du gamla, Du fria, Du fjällhöga nord Du tysta, Du glädjerika sköna! Jag hälsar Dig, vänaste land uppå jord, Din sol, Din himmel, Dina ängder gröna. Din sol, Din himmel, Dina ängder gröna. Du tronar på minnen från fornstora dar, då ärat Ditt namn flög över jorden. Jag vet att Du är och Du blir vad du var. Ja, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden. Ja, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden. Jag städs vill dig tjäna mitt älskade land, din trohet till döden vill jag svära. Din rätt, skall jag värna, med håg och med hand, din fana, högt den bragderika bära. din fana, högt den bragderika bära. Med Gud skall jag kämpa, för hem och för härd, för Sverige, den kära fosterjorden. Jag byter Dig ej, mot allt i en värld Nej, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden. Nej, jag vill leva jag vill dö i Norden.
Sweet Neo Con av Rolling Stones
You call yourself a Christian I think that you're a hypocrite You say you are a patriot I think that you're a crock of shit And listen, I love gasoline I drink it every day But it's getting very pricey And who is going to pay How come you're so wrong My sweet neo con.... Yeah It's liberty for all 'Cause democracy's our style Unless you are against us Then it's prison without trial But one thing that is certain Life is good at Haliburton If you're really so astute You should invest at Brown & Root.... Yeah How come you're so wrong My sweet neo con If you turn out right I'll eat my hat tonight Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.... It's getting very scary Yes, I'm frightened out of my wits There's bombers in my bedroom Yeah and it's giving me the shits We must have loads more bases To protect us from our foes Who needs these foolish friendships We're going it alone How come you're so wrong My sweet neo con Where's the money gone In the Pentagon .......
Kontroversiell pga referenserna till filmen Schindlers List och allmänt kritiserad av judiska organisationer för att vara anti-semitisk.
[Flav] Yeah back it up [Chuck] Vultures of culture A dollar a rhyme but we barely get a dime Uh huh check it out [Chuck D] If you don't own the master then the master own you Who you trust from Swindler's Lust? (GEYEAH!) From the back of the bus neither one of us control the fate of our soul in Swindler's Lust Hickory dickory dock Hand in my pocket rob me for my chocolate (eheheheh) Mo' dollars, mo' cents, for the Big Six Another million led to bled, claimin innocence Is it any wonder why black folks goin under -- -- cause niggaz be sold in bundles No pressure, tell me why they don't care Rap and R&B pavin the streets of Bel-Air From the sales of singers, no longer here The bigger killer, get the bigger share (eheheheh) Now the ones I attack, negroes got their back No, eighty/twenty is a wack contract Forever lack, the voice of real blacks Stole rock'n'roll and ain't gave it back (yea yea) Started off my defense, now they're the ones I defend against who fell up into the tricks "Fuck the _Fight the Power_ shit; get that Chuck D nigga fixed, and keep him up out of the mix" Well hell, tell em Chuck don't suck no dick Be an ass, and that ass get kicked Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate Watch em swindle yo' ass and turn a profit If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust They don't care about me, they don't care about you They don't care about you and your crew your family neighborhood and plus, heh, they don't give a damn about us [Flav] One thing about them, they like to exploit though [Chuck] Vultures of culture [Flav] They like to exploit little suckers [Chuck] A dollar a rhyme -- while we barely get a dime [Chuck D] Profit off the soul of black folk Turn em into bitches, niggaz, and stupid ass jokes Laugh with us? Or laughin at us? That's what I'm guessin We in the Rutgers program with that question They came in and sat at the feet (uh-huh) of our ancient ancestors; they learned (yeah) they took it back. They came back, then they imitated (right) Once they got enough, they came back and destroyed [Chuck D] Laughin all the way to the bank; remember them own the banks and them god damn tanks (god damn right) Now what company do I thank? Ain't this a bitch Heard they owned slaves, in a ship that sank [Flavor Flav] Aight aight aight aight yo yo Where all the Louie's? Where my Louie's? Ehehe [Chuck D] If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust This to the blues people in the Delta This for everybody in the 50's that didn't, get their money Little Richard gettin half of a penny All of the super soul singers of the 60's All the bands of the 70's on the outside lookin in All the people that didn't make a DIME off their session playin And even the rappers in the 80's and 90's still tryin to get paid, from what they put in, yeah If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust
Spelades väldigt lite på amerikansk radio pga dess satir över den konservativa John Birch.
Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue, I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do, Them Communists they wus comin' around, They wus in the air, They wus on the ground. They wouldn't gimme no peace. . . So I run down most hurriedly And joined up with the John Birch Society, I got me a secret membership card And started off a-walkin' down the road. Yee-hoo, I'm a real John Bircher now! Look out you Commies! Now we all agree with Hitlers' views, Although he killed six million Jews. It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist, At least you can't say he was a Communist! That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria. Well, I wus lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Reds. I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed, Looked in the sink, behind the door, Looked in the glove compartment of my car. Couldn't find 'em . . . I wus lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I wus lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl. They got away . . . Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat, Figured they wus in my T.V. set. Peeked behind the picture frame, Got a shock from my feet, hittin' right up in the brain. Them Reds caused it! I know they did . . . them hard-core ones. Well, I quit my job so I could work alone, Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes. Followed some clues from my detective bag And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag! That ol' Betty Ross . . . Well, I investigated all the books in the library, Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away. I investigated all the people that I knowed, Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go. The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me. Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy, Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy. To my knowledge there's just one man That's really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell. I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus. Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight When I run outa things to investigate. Couldn't imagine doin' anything else, So now I'm sittin' home investigatin' myself! Hope I don't find out anything . . . hmm, great God!
To John Dillinger, in hope he is still alive. Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 1986. Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts. Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison. Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger. Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot. Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes. Thanks for the American dream, To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through. Thanks for the KKK. For nigger-killin' lawmen, feelin' their notches. For decent church-goin' women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces. Thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers. Thanks for laboratory AIDS. Thanks for Prohibition and the War against Drugs. Thanks for a country where nobody's allowed to mind his own business. Thanks for a nation of finks. Yes, thanks for all the memories - all right let's see your arms! You always were a headache and you always were a bore. Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.
Referenser till Jew och Kike upprörde många i USA och sången anklagades för att vara antisemitisk, Jackson ändrade senare texten.
Skin head Dead head Everybody Gone bad Situation Aggravation Everybody Allegation In the suite On the news Everybody Dog food Bang bang Shock dead Everybody's Gone mad All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us Beat me Hate me You can never Break me Will me Thrill me You can never Kill me Jew me Sue me Everybody Do me Kick me Kike me Don't you Black or white me All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us Tell me what has become of my life I have a wife and two children who love me I'm a victim of police brutality, now I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate, Your rapin' me of my pride Oh for God's sake I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy... Set me free Skin head Dead head Everybody Gone bad Trepidation Speculation Everybody Allegation In the suite On the news Everybody Dog food Black man Black mail Throw the brother In jail All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us Tell me what has become of my rights Am I invisible 'cause you ignore me? Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now. I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame They're throwin' me in a class with a bad name I can't believe this is the land from which I came You know I really do hate to say it The government don't wanna see But it Roosevelt was livin', he wouldn't let this be, no no. Skinhead Deadhead Everybody Gone bad Situation Speculation Everybody Litigation Beat me Bash me You can never Trash me Hit me Kick me You can never Get me All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us Some things in life they just don't wanna see But if Martin Luther was livin' He wouldn't let this be Skinhead Deadhead Everybody's Gone bad Situation Segregation Everybody Allegation In the suite On the news Everybody Dog food Kick me Kike me Don't you Wrong or right me All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that They don't really care about All I wanna say is that They don't really care about All I wanna say is that They don't really care about us
För drygt en vecka sen, du vandrade med oss, vi läste dina brev, dina tankar och tal, vis man sa: skuggor steg mot gryningens ljus, Du valde denna väg, en patriot för ditt land. (x4) De tog ditt liv ifrån oss De tog ditt liv ifrån dig och mig De tog ditt liv ifrån din mor Din kära lilla mor. Din stjärna lyste klar och stark, vakade över dina spår, ondskan tär på kropp och själ, natten drog bort, Du var så ung, hade så mycket kvar att ge, Skuggor ryckte bort dig, ditt öde beseglades. (x4) De tog ditt liv ifrån oss De tog ditt liv ifrån dig och mig De tog ditt liv ifrån din mor Din kära Lilla mor. För drygt en vecka sen, du vandrade med oss, vi läste dina brev, dina tankar och tal, vis man sa: skuggor stiger mot gryningens ljus, Du valde denna väg, en patriot för ditt land. Din stjärna lyste klar och stark, vakade över dina spår, ondskan tär på kropp och själ och natten drog bort, Du var så ung, hade så mycket kvar att ge, skuggor ryckte bort dig, ditt öde beseglades. (x4) De tog ditt liv ifrån oss De tog ditt liv ifrån dig och mig De tog ditt liv ifrån din mor Din kära Lilla mor. (slutord i tal) Jag varken förväntar mig eller önskar några hycklande politkers krokodiltårar, ty Jag minns blott alltför väl, hur vår egen statsminister ignorerade Daniel Wretströms Död, men skickade blommor när en ung främling dödades av norska ungdomar några veckor senare. Jag varken förväntar mig eller önskar att minnet av Daniel Wretström, kommer att hedras i massmedia, ty jag minns blott alltför väl, att det var massmedia som piskade upp den hatstämning, som ledde till Daniels död, genom att veckan innan ljuga, om att en 6-årig främlingspojke mördats av en grupp ungdomar som delade Daniels åsikter. Jag förväntar mig inte heller att de som bär det yttersta ansvaret, för mordet på Daniel Wretström kommer att åtalas och dömas, ty jag förstår blott alltför väl, att dessa herrar, massmedias herrar, Göran Perssons herrar, är alltför mäktiga fär att vara åtkomliga för några domstolar, för någon lagstiftning av idag. Vad Jag däremot förväntar mig och önskar, är att Du kommer att hjälpa till att hålla minnet av Daniel Wretström vid liv, att du kommer att ställa upp och hedra hans minne på årsdagen av hans död varje år. Att du kommer bidra till att manifestationen fortsätter att vara en anständig och värdig tillställning som verkligen hderar Daniels minne. Det Du och Jag kan göra idag är mycket enkelt, vi kan låta tonerna av Wretströms eftermäle, ljuda högt och tydligt, från nattens mörker, till gryningens ljus, och delta i den årliga manifestationen i Salem. Låt Oss som svenskar och medmänniskor tända tusentals ljus, vid det blomsterhav som markerar den plats där livet ebbade ur honom. Låt oss svära på att aldrig glömma, att alltid minnas, att fortsätta kämpa, för den vision, om en ljus framtid, en rättvis framtid, en framtid i frihet. För vilket Daniel Wretström pliktade med livet.
Nigga can’t tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can’t tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my hustlin niggaz Niggaz on the corner I ain’t forget you niggaz My triple beam niggaz, word up (chuck d) one two three four five six seven eight nine Ten I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step by step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule nombre uno: never let no one know How much, dough you hold, cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy ’specially If that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up Number two: never let em know your next move Don’t you know bad boys move in silence or violence Take it from your highness (uh-huh) I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number three: never trust no-bo-dy Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck She be layin in the bushes to light that ass up Number four: know you heard this before Never get high, on your own supply Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don’t care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce Number six: that God damn credit, dead it You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it Seven: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely seperated Money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number eight: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too Number nine shoulda been number one to me If you ain’t gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh) If niggaz think you snitchin ain’t tryin listen They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin Number ten: a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain’t got the clientele say hell no Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow Follow these rules you’ll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass Your girl fucked my man jake up, heard in three weeks She sniffed a whole half of cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh Crack king, frank blizzard Uhh (chuck d) one two three four five six seven eight nine Ten
En förändrad version av en gammal klassisk feminstisk kampsång från 70-talet.
Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Ni måste sälja era hål för att överleva Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Ni måste sälja era hål för att överleva Ni som blivit knullade i munnen eller fittan istället för av flera killar i klittan i kön hör vi torskarna som otåligt stampar modiga hallickar kör över alla polispampar Vi vet, vi ser, att ni blir fler och fler Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Ni måste sälja era hål för att överleva Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Ni måste sälja era hål för att överleva Ni som vägrar suga av era makar har er själva att skylla när fnasken era män smakar Rensa ut vänsterpartiet och skjut tiken avliva kärringarna och begrav alla liken Vi vet, vi ser, att ni blir fler och fler Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Ni måste sälja era hål för att överleva Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Ni måste sälja era hål för att överleva Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Å, å, å... fittor! Ni måste sälja era hål för att överleva
Efter klagomål från homosexuella grupper, slutade radiostationer i Los Angeles att spela låten.
Yeah here we go just go with the flow I wanna say something about this girl I know She tried to play me out though check it out This I dedicate to the girl I hate It's a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate So yo go ahead swinger I'm putting up my middle finger I'm not sad or mad I don't feel anger You're not all that fly trying to play the role I had girls that looked better on the hoe stroll Working night patrol, you know what I mean? I get cash and still wear Jordache jeans You thought your drug-dealing man was much better Because he always came and got you in a plush Jetta Or an Audi, a Benz, or a Jaguar You didn't think G. Rap was going that far I'm here to tell of, because you thought I fell off And now if you're riding the tip, just get the hell off You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that I would achieve Cause you had something up your sleve Perhaps you might have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head Come to my shows, you want to check to see if I wreck it The only record your man got is a jail record I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot The only picture you got is his mug shot I'm on a label with well know singers in it Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted Polo drives a Benz from state to stae By the way, guess who made his license plates Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues Here's a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes Go ahead good looking, you can keep booking >From my recital I'll never get my title tooken So you got a little 9 to 5, so what? What do you do for a living, slice cold cuts? You look slick, but you know every Tom and Dick You're more quick than a chick from a porno flick While you scrub floors, I go on tours >From me, G Rap, yo, truly yours (Yo G man! You should diss her man. I heard he's a homo jimmy man!) Listen up money, or should I say honey? You're looking more sweeter than a Playboy bunny Fingernails filed, your hair is styled And the gear that you wear looks hot and wild Everybody says is he, some kind of sissy? Your name was "Moose" but now they call you "Missy" Night or day lights, you fall for the gay rights I thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play fight With men, and Len, your real close friend But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't bend You're not a lady dear, you're a square and a queer Berrettes in your hair, bamboo in your ear Running in cars, hanging out in bars Winking your eyes to guys that wear bras Skintight Levi's and even kneehighs Don't try to lie, sugar, I know why In the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfume Stuffing your t-shirt with two balloons You don't think about the opposite sex at all Instead of sugar walls, you'd rather have a ball Way back in the days, you was as big as a cow But look at you now, at jams you say "ow" A sex disease was a common as TB But gays today get VD in 3-D And that is called AIDS in case you didn't know And the only blow I'm giving is this knockout blow Switching with your bandana looking like Diana Ross >From me G Rap, yo, truly yours (Hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man) Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and pad And try and write down the numbers of the men you've had So remember when you're putting someone else in check Go to the Wizard of Oz and get some self-respect Won't say no names, it might leave a permanent scar I don't have to go that far, you know who you are And if you don't, then everybody else does Cause all the fellas be telling me how good you was I can't accept a girl with a ruined rep I'm like a chef, I just cook up the stew and step Off with her clothes, like Moby Dick, there she blows She wanna throw like the girls from the peep shows Your man was large, but now he's getting kinda tiny And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there The way it looks, you'll end up in Playboy books While your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books Bugging and mugging with a big 12 guage Starving so bad I can see his ribcage Yo, you used to tell me all the time that you would be a model Later in life, you're living in a crack bottle So when you're begging on your knees because I'm clocking G's You'll be in zero degrees getting processed cheese Wearing Dungaress, yo baby I don't need a girl with broken hands Cause his man's a woman beater So when you get sores, from giving up drawers Remember Kool G Rap said "Truly Yours" Yo, I don't even know why you tried to play me honey Now I'm down with Warner Brothers getting Bugs Bunny money (Word, now you wild females know how G rap lives...)
Det är oklart om det verkligen är Presley som skrivit eller sjunger låten, eller om det bara är rykten och en myt.
Judaeo Christians everywhere They think they really care As for myself I can't conceive All the things that they believe My one and only prayer Is that some day I'll share My hopes my dreams come true The truth about the Jew None of us can ever know How much they hate us so My only prayer will be Some day they all will see But its all only make believe My heart and wedding ring Jesus is all my everything He sets my heart on fire To find out who's a liar Some of us already know How far we have to go My only prayer will be Some day they all will see But its all only make believe My one and only prayer Is that some day I'll share My hopes my dreams come true The truth about the Jew None of us can ever know How much they hate us so My only prayer will be Some day the rest will see But its all only make believe
TYSK VERSION: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles, über alles in der Welt, wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze brüderlich zusammenhält. Von der Maas bis an die Memel, von der Etsch bis an den Belt, |: Deutschland, Deutschland über alles, über alles in der Welt! :| Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue, deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang sollen in der Welt behalten ihren alten schönen Klang, uns zu edler Tat begeistern unser ganzes Leben lang. - |: Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue, deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang! :| Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit für das deutsche Vaterland! Danach laßt uns alle streben brüderlich mit Herz und Hand! Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit sind des Glückes Unterpfand; |: blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes, blühe, deutsches Vaterland. :| ÖVERSÄTTNING: Germany, Germany above all, above anything in the world, if it always holds together brotherly for protection and defense. From the Meuse to the Memel, from the Adige to the Belt, |: Germany, Germany above all, above anything in the world. :| German women, German faithfulness, German wine and German songs should continue to be held in high esteem all over the world, and inspire us to noble deeds all our life. - |: German women, german faithfulness, german wine and german songs! :| Unity and justice and freedom for the German fatherland; This let us all pursue, brotherly with heart and hand. Unity and justice and freedom are the pledge of happiness. |: Flourish in this blessing's glory, flourish, German fatherland. :|
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Anti-Vietnamrörelsens nationalsång.
It was back in 1942, I was part of a good platoon We were on manoeuvres in Louisiana one night by the light of the moon The Captain said, We got to ford the river, that's where it all began We were knee deep in the Big Muddy And the damn fool kept yelling to push on The Sergeant said, Sir, are you sure this is the way back to base Sergeant, I once crossed this river not a mile above this place It'll be a little soggy but we'll keep on slogging, we'll soon be on dry ground We were waist deep in the Big Muddy And the damn fool kept yelling to push on Captain, sir, with all this gear no man will be able to swim Sergeant, don't be a nervous nellie, the Captain said to him All we need is a little determination, follow me - I'll lead on We were neck deep in the Big Muddy And the damn fool kept yelling to push on All of a sudden the moon clouded over, all we heard was a gurgling cry And a second later the Captain's helmet was all that floated by The Sergeant said, Turn round, men, I'm in charge from now And we just made it out of the Big Muddy With the Captain dead and gone We stripped and dived and found his body stuck in the old quicksand I guess he didn't know the water was deeper than the place where he'd once been For another stream had joined the Muddy a half mile from where we'd gone We were lucky to get out of the Big Muddy When the damn fool kept yelling to push on I don't want to draw conclusions, I'll leave that to yourself Maybe you're still walking, maybe you're still talking But every time I hear the news that old feeling comes back on We're neck deep in the Big Muddy And the damn fools keep yelling to push on Knee deep in the Big Muddy And the fools keep yelling, Push on Waist deep in the Big Muddy And the damn fools keep yelling, Push on Waist deep, neck deep We'll be drowning before too long We're neck deep in the Big Muddy And the damn fools keep yelling to push on
Willie Nelsons låt mot Irakkriget.
There's so many things going on in the world Babies dying Mothers crying How much oil is one human life worth And what ever happened to peace on earth We believe everything that they tell us They're gonna' kill us So we gotta' kill them first But I remember a commandment Thou shall not kill How much is that soldier's life worth And whatever happened to peace on earth (Bridge) And the bewildered herd is still believing Everything we've been told from our birth Hell they won't lie to me Not on my own damn TV But how much is a liar's word worth And whatever happened to peace on earth So I guess it's just Do unto others before they do it to you Let's just kill em' all and let God sort em' out Is this what God wants us to do (Repeat Bridge) And the bewildered herd is still believing Everything we've been told from our birth Hell they won't lie to me Not on my own damn TV But how much is a liar's word worth And whatever happened to peace on earth Now you probably won't hear this on your radio Probably not on your local TV But if there's a time, and if you're ever so inclined You can always hear it from me How much is one picker's word worth And whatever happened to peace on earth But don't confuse caring for weakness You can't put that label on me The truth is my weapon of mass protection And I believe truth sets you free (Bridge) And the bewildered herd is still believing Everything we've been told from our birth Hell they won't lie to me Not on my own damn TV But how much is a liar's word worth And whatever happened to peace on earth
Kontroversiell på sin tid pga av de många referenserna till droger.
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small, And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall. And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall, Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call. Call Alice When she was just small. When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low. Go ask Alice I think she'll know. When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead, And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"
L.B.J. was a-flyin' one morn' Over south Louisiana...feeling for alarm When he looks down below, and what does he see? Two cajuns pullin' a nigger on ski's! So he lands, and says, "Thanks for helping your black brother!" And them two cajuns just looked at each other And said, "He might be smart, but I'll tell you something..." "He don't know a thing about alligator huntin'!" O-wop-bop-bam-bam Who likes a nigger? o-wop-bop-bam-bam (CHORUS) Who likes a nigger? o-wop-bop-bam-bam Who likes a nigger? And the hatin', everybody, is a-gettin' much bigger Rich man travelin' down thru the South Stopped in Mississippi to get a tooth pulled out When he paid the doctor the charges due He said "My nigger chauffer's got a bad tooth, too" "Well, I'll pull it...", said the doc, "but you'd better not holler! Cause I'll have to charge you $200.00 Cause here in Mississippi he can't open his mouth We'll have to go thru his bottom, to get the thing out!" Chorus There ain't much difference 'tween a nigger and a donkey 'Bout as much between an ape and a monkey Ones a little bigger, but you gotta agree There's not very much more that you can see. But a mule earns his livin' by the sweat of his neck While a nigger sits down and draws a gov't check The nigger should be smarter, as a general rule But in a spelling contest, I'd pick the mule! Chorus
Woman is the nigger of the world, Yes she is...think about it. Woman is the nigger of the world, Think about it...do something about it. We make her paint her face and dance, If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us, If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man While putting her down we pretend that she's above us, Woman is the nigger of the world, Yes she is If you don't believe me, Take a look at the one you're with Woman is the slave of the slaves Ah yeh...better scream about it. We make her bear and raise our children, And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen We tell her home is the only place she should be, Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend. Woman is the nigger of the world, Yes she is. If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with. Woman is the slave to the slaves Yeh(think about it) We insult her every day on TV And wonder why she has no guts or confidence When she's young we kill her will to be free, While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb. Woman is the nigger of the world Yes she is If you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with. Woman is the slave to the slaves. Yes she is, If you don't believe me, you better scream about it. REPEAT: We make her paint her face and dance...
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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