Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished
Up and up the limit, past the point of no return
Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it


Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords
Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse
We represent every satanic element, I'm malevolent
Murder you, you're gettin' sent to where the Devil went
If I'm wrong you could be dead right
When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm rotten like the website


We get ogrish, poisonous like a cobra's kiss
Demonic, like when the last day in October hits
You're miserable, livin' trapped in your bed
You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead
You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex
You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex
You're not living forever, I'll bet you
How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you
No cushion for lyrics, mushin' you if you're timid
Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit

Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished
Up and up the limit, past the point of no return
Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it

You tremble from the brutality
Make you resemble George A. Romero character in reality
Bring your big posse
You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace
Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian
cymbals, buckin' you like Brazilian children
Write your will out to your attorney
After a weekend at Bernie's you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney
I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped
As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip
Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly
But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly
You're repulsively corrosive
Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives
Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished
Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit

Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished
Up and up the limit, past the point of no return
Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it


We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium
Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium
Maintainin' sins like Iranians holdin' grenade pins
Blazin' your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs
Put a gemstar to your flesh pa, the emperor
Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor
Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, 'Deceps'
Criminal corrupted culprits'll beat you to death
Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off
Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off
My perspective is respect this or expect
To be left With a neck full of stitched up imperfections
'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective
Woulda switched up if you knew what a bunch of sick fucks
We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it
Go all out, push it to the limit


Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished
Up and up the limit, past the point of no return
Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it

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Op 10 oktober 2010 13:22 schreef Black Jew het volgende:
Push it to the Limit

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Wasda?

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Op 10 oktober 2010 13:34 schreef XnegativeX het volgende:
Wasda?

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Necro en Jamie Jasta.

Sunn O))) - Flight Of The Behemoth

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Op 10 oktober 2010 1:29 schreef bokaj het volgende:

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

FF DOWNLOADEN!

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Op 10 oktober 2010 13:58 schreef Black Jew het volgende:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

FF DOWNLOADEN!

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I believed in julie when she said how easy it could be
And I believed in Tommy and his written words of anarchy
And I believed in Joe when he said we had to fight
And I believed in Jimmy when he told us to unite

[Chorus]
Where are they now
Where are they now
Where are they, six years on and they've all gone
Now it's all turned sour
Where are they now

Hollywood nights in Soho
Writing on the wall of The Roxy loo
Rotten on the telly
Showing what a few choice words can do
Was it ever worth it
Causing all the fuss
You know, I believed in them
Don't you believe in us

[Chorus]

No more kids are innocent
We will get fooled again
Only faces ever change
The song remains the same

Was it ever worth it
Causing all the fuss
You know, I believed in them
Don't you believe in us

[Chorus]

Where are they know....

Nieuwe karaokeset gekocht?

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Op 10 oktober 2010 14:06 schreef RudiEngel het volgende:
Nieuwe karaokeset gekocht?

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Klopt. En ja mag niet mee doen.

Honey loves to play with herself, lay in the bed with the toys
at heavy masturbation level, that's most beyond treble
The Vaseline abuser, the grease seducer
Holdin her whole butthole open with the springs under her bed broken
With tight thongs, she pump back
I ride her horse ass like an aqueduct racetrack
Straddle your underwear like a jockey
Sixteen inch TV screen butt, with handlebars like a Kawasaki
Motorcycle helmet over my head - motorcycle helmet over my head

Varoom! Tear that thang up [x3]

Motocross ride her shirt from the back like a dirtbike
Her bed is the highway, her vagina flash a green light
Her buttcrack expands, she show me them chrome anal pipes
Apple cheeks I bite; watch your pubic hair
like a gas man in the basement with a flashlight
Girl don't be stiff you gotta move your ass right
Turn over like a piece of chicken when the fork stick in
Put on your gloves and mittens, purr out your cum like kittens

[Chorus]


Awkward with the SCUBA diving suit in your waterbeddy
50 thousand panties spin in the dryer with Tampax inserts
Don't laugh, you're not ready
STP fuel, your weave gotta stay on the road
150 around the track
I know the speedway like Al Unser's son
You get your engine checked at Getty
With truck tails in my face, I watch buns jiggle
Back up into the parking space
I pull up to the side of the grey bra, like a racer triple X
Rev up the RPM and say let's race
Let's race baby

[Chorus x2]

Smoke another joint
Drink another beer
Let's get one thing straight
You keep it fucking clear
Fuck your brain
Take another hit
I pray to God you OD on that shit
Shoot that fucking needle into your veins
Your brain-dead body is all that remains
I fucking choose to keep my mind clear
Your drugs and alcohol don't belong here
You don't know who you're fucking with!

You're messing with the wrong crew!
Blow that smoke in my face, and God knows what I'll do
Your fucking lifestyle makes me sick
Straighten out your act, and fucking quick
I can't understand why you do that shit
Cause me and my crew won't stand for it!

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Op 10 oktober 2010 14:14 schreef XnegativeX het volgende:
Blow that smoke in my face, and God knows what I'll do

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Altijd direct he, die jongens (Floorpunch toch?)

NP: Liferuiner - I Wear the X's on My Fist Like You the Herpes on Your Lips

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door BenKnuckles op 10-10-2010 14:45]

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Op 10 oktober 2010 14:45 schreef BenKnuckles het volgende:
Altijd direct he, die jongens (Floorpunch toch?)

NP: Liferuiner - I Wear the X's on My Fist Like You the Herpes on Your Lips

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Floorpunch inderdaad. Ik vind deze nog leuker eigenlijk:
I pray to God you OD on that shit

Ach, ik ben zelf niet zo ingesteld. Maar soms is het lekker om zulke fanatieke medestanders te hebben

ze geloven ten minste in zichzelf

Klopt inderdaad

Dit is niet veel beter trouwens:
I can see them coming
Black hair cute girlie face
I grant you my disrespect
Erase your disgraced face
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Where's your respect - Where's your dedication?
What the fuck do you think you stand for?
This time I won’t forgive!
I’m sick and tired of your cheap talk
Shove your scenepoints down your throat
Suffocation - the end of the clones
The curtain falls…the curtain finally falls!!
Its time to disinfest our scene from this plague
Banish their believes of hardcore these days
Build upon empty phrases
You better face facts
A true heart sees through all fakes
This complete farce is over
I bet you won't survive our evolution
As a part of the non-existing scene
One day you choke on the bullshit lies you swallow everyday and no one will fuckin care...
To us you're dead

Maar de energie en de frustratie is er tenminste uit. Meebrullen doe je toch

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door BenKnuckles op 10-10-2010 15:00]

back up in this motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin
I'd like to tell all these motherfuckers
I'd like to tell all you motherfuckers, about theyself
About theyself, about what they think they are
About what they think they are
Motherfuckers ain't shit, you ain't shit

Fuck gold and platinum and jewelry
Diamonds glistenin red, I'm still the overgrown boy freak man
Fall asleep, still piss in the bed
Ask your girl nigga, I piss on your head
If you're neo and unfunky, I'm guaranteed usually
Ten grand or more a show
But for five or six I'm ready to piss in your dreads
Who's ready to handle the confunction, jazz
And everybody with they first new trendy equipment
could press the KEYS, and kiss my ASS
No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings
Dress your bitch up like Batwoman, and shit on her mask
Dimepieces run with the boring niggaz
My sex life, I piss on top of your cash
Your money talk, I wipe my ass up with your Cottonelle nigga
Rappin against me, you ain't shit
My job is to make your doofy-ass baseball caps fit
Pimple-faced bastard, watch who you rap with
And cover your motherfuckin buttcheeks with Chapstick
I'm a grown-ass man, you can suck mine
And that talk behind my back circle shit
Superstar gassed up niggaz smokin that glass dick
My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit
Bra and panties under your button up
Don't come around wit'cha ass hangin out, teasin me with fake tits
I'm the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades
I jerk off on anybody that think they good
Grab the subway train, and drop turds on your bitch
Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
About two million dollars I fucked up
Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and shit
Indoor rappin mansion-ass nigga
Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you shit
I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a bitch
Fuck the buckets and V.I.P. rooms
Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-ass clique
Plast fast motherfuckers standin on wooden legs
Amateur niggaz go down on cheap tape
What you think that bullshit gon' stick?
Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHERFUCKER
Let you motherfuckers KNOW
I tell you straight, I'll come to your motherfuckin SHOW

Amenra - Mass IIII

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Op 10 oktober 2010 13:35 schreef Black Jew het volgende:
Necro en Jamie Jasta.

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vette track
np: Autechre - Confield

proberen alle stress eruit te gooien en wezenloos te staren

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Op 10 oktober 2010 15:10 schreef Hypnos het volgende:
vette track
np: Autechre - Confield

proberen alle stress eruit te gooien en wezenloos te staren

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Mijn confield cd is bekrast

Wat een bizarre band is het toch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCYqGYVpD2w

Klopt, hehe, dit nummer vind ik een stuk vetter:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCvN-TDCGcg