NationStates Jolt Archive

Lesse, I'll start.

"Every sperm is sacred,
every sperm is good.
Every sperm is needed in your neighborhood.
Every sperm is special,
every sperm is great,
if a single sperm is wasted,
God gets quite irate." --Monty Python, "Every Sperm is Sacred,"

"Isn't it strange,
feels like I'm looking in a mirror,
What would people say?,
If only they knew that I was,
Part of some geneticist's plan,
Born to be a carbon copy man,
Born in a petri dish, late one night,
without a mother or a father
Just a testtube which is a womb with a view
I think I'm a clone now,
Another one of me's always hanging around,
I think I'm a clone now,
So I can stay at home when I'm out of town..." --Weird Al, "I Think I'm a Clone Now,"

"Always look on the bright side of death,
[Whistling,]
As you draw your teminal breath,
[Whistling...]" --Monty Python, "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life,"

Your turn!

"I don't like you
In fact, I hate you
I wanna kill you
And your family too" - Bagger United, I don't like you

(You're) Having My Baby

Sung by: Paul Anka with Odia Coates
Written by: Paul Anka

PAUL: Havin' my baby
What a lovely way of sayin' how much you love me
Havin' my baby
What a lovely way of sayin' what you're thinkin' of me
I can see it, face is glowin'
I can see in your eyes, I'm happy you know it....

BOTH: That you're havin' my baby
PAUL: You're the woman I love and I love what it's doin' to ya
BOTH: Havin' my baby
PAUL: You're a woman in love and I love what's goin' through ya

PAUL: The need inside you, I see it showin'
Whoa, the seed inside ya, baby, do you feel it growin'?
Are you happy you know it? That you're....

BOTH: Havin' my baby

ODIA: I'm a woman in love and I love what it's doin' to me
BOTH: Havin' my baby
ODIA: I'm a woman in love and I love what's goin' through me

PAUL: Didn't have to keep it
Wouldn't put ya through it
You could have swept it from you life
But you wouldn't do it, no, you wouldn't do it

BOTH: And you're havin' my baby

ODIA: I'm a woman in love and I love what it's doin' to me
BOTH: Havin' my baby
ODIA: I'm a woman in love and I love what's goin' through me

PAUL: Havin' my baby (havin' my baby)
What a lovely way of sayin' how much you love me.

My friend wrote a song called "Coathanger"

I don't remember all of the lyrics but this is what I do remember:

Verse:
"My baby's momma ain't gonna
be a momma no more.
My baby's momma ain't gonna
be a momma no more.
She said it tickled a little,
but now she's feeling sore.
My baby's momma ain't gonna
be a momma no more."

Chorus:
"In with the coathanger
and out with the baby.
In with the coathanger
and out with the baby."

Not very offensive, but still:

AC/DC, "Big Balls"

I'm upper, upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
All the social papers say I've got the biggest balls of all

CHORUS
I've got big balls
I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls,
And she's got big balls,
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!

And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody comes and comes again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire!

CHORUS

Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they're held for pleasure,
They're the balls that I like best.
And my balls are always bouncing,
To the left and to the right.
It's my belief that my big balls should be held every night.

CHORUS

And I'm just itching to tell you about them
Oh, we have such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail
Crabs
Crayfish

Nine Inch Nails - "Big Man with a Gun"

I am a big man, yes i am,
and i've got a big gun.

Got me a big old dick and I,
I like to have fun.

Held against your forehead,
well, i'll make you suck it.

Maybe i'll put a hole in your head,
you know, just for the fuck of it.

Well, i can reduce you if i want,
I can devour.

I'm hard as fucking steel.
I've got the power.

I'm every inch a man,
and i'll show you somehow.

Me and my fucking gun...
nothing can stop me now.

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot...
I'm going to come all over you. (x4)

Me and my fucking gun... (x 8)

(plexiglas toilet)

Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

A boy of 5 stands close to the toilet
Holds the lid up with one hand
Won't let go the lid for fear that
On his banana it will land
Don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

Boy goes up he eats the enchilada
With the sauce that burns the heart
Family comes to visit family
momma says don't belch and fart

Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

Everybody Sing!

Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah

"I can be your hero, baby..." Presumptuous little sh**rag.

-raises eyebrows-

Ooooook then.

Hmm...do I post something from M.D.C. or the Crucifucks? Nah, I'll start a little lighter.

Butt Trumpet
"I've Been So Mad Lately"
Primitive Enema

Shit fuck hell damn shit fuck shit fuck!
Shit-for-brains asshole dickweed lowlife!
You're a motherfucker and I hate you!
Shit fuck hell damn shit fuck!

Bridge:
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!

Chorus:
I'm pissed!
I'm pissed!
I'm so pissed off!
I'm so fucking pissed!

You took everything and then you left me!
You took all my shit and left me nothing!
Now I'm getting really angry!
I think I'm gonna fucking explode!
Do you think you're gonna get away with this?!

Repeat Bridge

Repeat Chorus

Shit-for-brains asshole fuckstain!
You're a motherfucker and I hate you!
Shit fuck hell damn shit fuck!
You can eat the corn out of my shit!

Repeat Bridge

Repeat Chorus
Pissed, pissed, pissed!
I've been so mad lately!

Not very offensive, but I guess I'm not a southerner, or from the country.

Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don't give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain't been right since Vietnam

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

Daddy's doing Sister Sally
Grandma's dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We'll get through somehow

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain't much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

I know some, but posting them would probably get me in trouble. So umm...

Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.

Yeah. Rock on.

Eminem-Under The Influence

Chorus: So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick

Hot cherry on Friday night
When the sun goes down my spine
I put an axe in my baby's head
I'm gonna end up doing time

She looks so good in red
American nightmare running scared

She shoulda been hard to get
She shoulda been hard to kill
She shoulda been hard to kill, hey

I had to split your head
American nightmare running scared

I'm heading down the highway
Sign has three inverted nines
If the lord don't get me the devil will
But not without a fight

This highway never fucking ends
American nightmare running scared
...

You came twice last year like a Sears catalog,
Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg,
Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God,
Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog,
Like a DC-10: guaranteed to go down,
But baby your black box is the one that I found,
I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money,
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smells funny.

So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes,
I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes,
She's one that's speechless, I'm the one that's tongue tied,
She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side,
There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose,
Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes,
Yeah I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I wanna be,
Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny.

Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base,
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes,
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties,
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty,
Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base,
I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes,
Yeah I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties,
And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty.


-rawr

Bloodhound Gang is good, but how about: I hope you die

You must die I alone am best!
I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you’re forced to swerve
In front of the beatles’ tour bus
A bookmobile and a mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And hard copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face
Die die die die die die die
Die die die die die die die
I hope your pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled vietnam veteran
Mows down a nobel peace prize winner
And maybe some orphans having christmas dinner
Perhaps even the british royal family
And the rabbi that’s clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can’t forget the newlyweds
And those jerry’s kids are as good as dead
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope your cellmate thinks he’s god
But c.n.n. refer to him as bowling ball bag bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim’s a clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the silence of the lambs dance to christian rock
Eats feces and quotes from deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate vince
Die die die die die die die
Die die die die die die die
I hope he grins like jack nicholson
And forces you to play a game called balls on chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You’re bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
¡®cause he’s the guy ya flipped the bird the other day
I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die
I hope you die


This is good, too:
Misfits - Last Caress
I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesn’t matter much to me
As long as it’s dead

Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesn’t matter much to me
As long as she spread

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

"But you remember fist can be a verb"..... priceless

Ready to laugh?

At the school that I attend, we have a group called "Dead Rappers' Society", where we take the most ludicrously offensive lyrics we can find from has-been rap groups and then read them out loud, completely serious. It's hysterical. Generally, the audience consists of half males, half females that need to keep an open mind because it's that bad. And usually we get through things like Wesley Willis just fine. But one song in particular was just too much for everyone to handle and several of the girls left. For the sake of all that is decent, I will link instead of post.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you:

"She Swallowed It" - NWA (http://www.lyricsdepot.com/n-w-a/she-swallowed-it.html)

"A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When the Stripper is Crying"

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin',
'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
as I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
'Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Ice-T & Body Count: Cop Killer

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 gauge sawed off.
I got my headlights turned off.
I'm 'bout to bust some shots off.
I'm 'bout to dust some cops off.

Cop killer, better you than me.
Cop killer, f**k police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your family's grievin'
(f**k '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, better you than me.
Cop killer, f**k police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your mama's grievin'
(f**k her)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even.

Die, die, die pig, die!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police yeah!

Cop killer, better you than me.
I'm a Cop killer, f**k police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your family's grievin'
(f**k 'em)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even.

F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police!
F**k the police, break it down.
F**k the police, yeah.
F**k the police, for Darryl Gates.
F**k the police, for Rodney King.
F**k the police, for my dead homies.
F**k the police, for your freedom.
F**k the police, don't be a pussy.
F**k the police, have some muthaf**kin' courage.
F**k the police, sing along.

Cop killer!
Cop killer!
Cop killer!
Cop killer!
Cop killer, what you're gonna be when you grown up?
Cop killer, good choice.
Cop killer!
I'm a muthaf**kin' cop killer!

Cop killer, better you than me.
Cop killer, f**k police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your mama's grievin'
(f**k her)

Cop killer, but tonight we get even!

This from an American White Supremicist Website i was researching for school.

America for whites
Africa for Blacks
Send those (Add N word here) back to the trees
Ship those (Add N word here again) back.
! :(

Ice-T & Body Count: Cop Killer

BODYCOUNT, BODYMOTHERFUCKIN' COUNT!

:p

"Dude looks like a lady" - Aerosmith

Well I find it offensive anyway

Anti Nowhere League - So What

So fucking what?

Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton.
I've been to Eastport too.
So what? So what?

And I've been here, I've been there
I've been every fucking where
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
You boring little ****

Who cares
Who cares what you do
Who cares
Who cares about you!
You! You! You! You!

Well, I fucked a Queen, I fucked Bach
I've even sucked an old man's cock
So what? So what?

And I've fucked a sheep, I've fucked a goat
I've rammed my cock right down his throat
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
You boring little fuck

Who cares
Who cares what you do
Who cares
Who cares about you!
You! You! You! You!

And I've drunk that, I've drunk this.
I've spewed up on a pint of piss.
So what? So what?

I've had scank, I've had speed.
I've jacked up until I bleed.
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
You boring little ****.

Who cares
Who cares what you do
Who cares
Who cares about you!
You! You! You! You!

ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

I've had crabs, I've had lice.
I've had the clap and that ain't nice.
So what? So what?

I've fucked this, I've fucked that.
I've, even, fucked a school girl's twat.
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
You boring little fuck.

Who cares
Who cares what you do
Who cares
Who cares about you!
You! You! You! You!

So fuckin' what?

Yeah!

Anti Nowhere League - So What
Yeah!
i love that song! :D

Anal **** - You Were Too Ugly To Rape, So I Just Beat The Shit Out Of You

Rape [x4]

I drank a case of whiskey
And you looked like Jeanine Jizm
I drank another case of whiskey
And you looked like Roseanne Barr

[Chorus:]
You were to ugly to rape, so I beat you up
When I looked at you, I had to throw up

I drank a case of whiskey
And you looked like Sheila Micheals
I drank another case of everclear
And you looked like Ileana Douglas

[Chorus]

Hot cherry on Friday night
When the sun goes down my spine
I put an axe in my baby's head
I'm gonna end up doing time

She looks so good in red
American nightmare running scared

She shoulda been hard to get
She shoulda been hard to kill
She shoulda been hard to kill, hey

I had to split your head
American nightmare running scared

I'm heading down the highway
Sign has three inverted nines
If the lord don't get me the devil will
But not without a fight

This highway never fucking ends
American nightmare running scared
...
I would have gone with "last caress"

"Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesn’t matter much to me
As long as she spread...."

"I don't like you
In fact, I hate you
I wanna kill you
And your family too" - Bagger United, I don't like you


dang you......I was gonna post that. Well actually the first part:


you are very f-ingcrazy
and youre oh so very lazy
so im gonna kick your big fat ass
and youre gonna die very fast......

damn i love that song

"I'll fuck your ass till its rimless"
-Gwar >Solomizer<

"see yor nipples stripped from you
tossed into my human stew
thats why you came to me
begging for love surgery"
-Gwar >love Surgery<

I think I win. :p

I'm a British Tourist and I'm very, very rude.
I hate the stinking foreigners
hate their stinking food

I don't like French or Germans
I don't care for Belgians much
But worst of all worst of all
I hate the Dutch

The Dutch, the Dutch
I hate them worse than dogs.
They live in windmills
and mince around in clogs.

They don't have any manners
They don't say 'thanks' or 'please'
all they eat is tulips
and stinking gouda cheese...

I'm a British tourist with a countenance severe
I love to strike the foreign type
And box their poxied ears

But there's one woggy dago
I cannot bear to touch
The slimy crawling
stench appalling
snotty grotty Dutch

The Dutch are mad
Their fingers stuck in dikes
They use the wrong side of the road
And ride around on bikes

They don't have any manners,
don't have any brains.
There's only one race worse than them
and that's... THE DANES!

I hate death metal too much or I would quote Cannibal Corpse.
However for a pop-punk band, Blink 182 own it

Fuck a Dog
I want to fuck a dog in the ass
I want to fuck a dog in the ass
I want to fuck a dog

I tried to fuck your mum in the ass
tried to fuck your dad in the ass
but only found the dog
and his ass

He wants to fuck a dog in the ass
He wants to fuck a dog in the ass
wants to fuck a dog in the ass

I fucked a fucking pirate in the ass
fucked a fucking pirate in the ass
Gibberish
It's a mexican pirate

Happy Holidays YOu bastard
It's christmas eve and I've only wrapped two fucking presents
It's christmas eve and I've only wrapped two fucking presents
And I hate, hate, hate your guts
I hate, hate, hate your guts
And I'll never talk to you again
unless your dad will suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again
I'll never talk to you again

It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fucking hot dogs
It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fucking hot dogs
and he shit shit shit his pants
He's alway's fucking shitting his pants
And I'll never talk to you again
unless your dad will suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again
I'll never talk to you again

Addicted To Vaginal Skin
Cannibal Corpse

{edited for content}

Hmm... I am not shocked by anything is this thread. I am corrupt youth! :D

Not really that offensive (unless you're a police dude)

DEAD KENNEDYS LYRICS

"Police Truck"

Tonight's the night that we got the truck
We're goin' downtown gonna beat up drunks
Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer
It's the late, late shift no one to fear
And ride, ride how we ride
We ride, lowride

It's roundup time where the good whores meet
Gonna drag one screaming off the street

And ride, ride how we ride

Got a black uniform and a silver badge
Playin' cops for real/playin' cops for pay

Let's ride, lowride

Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass
Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants
Don't move, child got a big black stick
There's six of us babe, so suck on my dick

And ride, ride how we ride
Let's ride, lowride

The left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station they don't give a shit
Dispatch calls "Are you doin' something wicked?"
"No siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets"

As we ride, ride, how we ride
Let's ride, lowride

Will The Fetus Be Aborted? (complete with chords)

Tune: Will the Circle be Unbroken?

(G) Betty Lou she got pregnant

But was ad-(C) dicted to 15 (G) drugs

She went down to the abortion clinic

And was accosted by (D) right wing (G) thugs

Chorus:

Oh will the (G) fetus be aborted

By and (C) by Lord, by and (G) by

There's a better home a-waiting

In the sky, lord, (D) in the (G) sky

Little Mary was just 11

And she was raped by her own dad

Danny Quayle said have that baby

But another choice she had

Annie's pregnancy would kill her

The doctor's warning gave her strife

Fundamentalists said "Jesus take her"

She said I want my right to life

Brigit had two kids already

And an abortion is what she chose

Christians showed her a bloody fetus

She said "That's fine, I'll have one of those!"

Tanya lived for revolution

Wanted to overthrow the state

She had 15 commie babies

Phyllis Schlaffley ain't that great

Randall Terry hated abortion

But for a peaceful end he searched

He said we'll never bomb your clinic

We said we'll never bomb your church

There's so many starving children

And living in the streets is tough

There's 5 billion of us already

Don't you think that it's enough

Copyright 1993 by Darryl Cherney and Judi Bari, c/o PO Box 34, Garberville, CA 95542

Not offensive, but politically controversial.

DEAD KENNEDYS LYRICS

"Kinky Sex Makes The World Go 'Round"

Greetings:This is the Secretary of War at the State Department
of the United States
We have a problem.
The companies want something done about this sluggish
world economic situation
Profits have been running a little thin lately
and we need to stimulate some growth
Now we know
there's an alarmingly high number of young people roaming
around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble
for the police and damage private property.
It doesn't look like they'll ever get a job
It's about time we did something constructive with these people
We've got thousands of 'em here too. They're crawling all over
The companies think it's time we all sit down, have a serious get-together-
And start another war
The President?
He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro
Napalm
People running down the road, skin on fire
The Soviets seem up for it:
The Kremlin's been itching for the real thing for years.
Hell, Afghanistan's no fun
So whadya say?
We don't even have to win this war.
We just want to cut down on some of this excess population
Now look. Just start up a draft; draft as many of those people as you can.
We'll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on,
hand 'em some speed, give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use
an automatic rifle and send 'em on their way
Libya? El Salvador? How 'bout Northern Ireland?
Or a "moderately repressive regime" in South America?
We'll just cook up a good Soviet threat story
in the Middle East-we need that oil
We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya
That man is unreliable.
The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one
Now just think for a minute-We can make this war so big-so BIG
The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper
We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queue if we plan this right.
Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls
Now don't worry about demonstrations-just pump up your drug supply.
So many people have hooked themselves on heroin
and amphetamines since we took over, it's just like Vietnam.
We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong.
Kept the war functioning just fine
It's easy.
We've got our college kids so interested in beer
they don't even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again.
Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard,
they wouldn't even know what it looked like
So how 'bout it? Look-War is money.
The arms manufacturers tell me unless
we get our bomb factories up to full production
the whole economy is going to collapse
The Soviets are in the same boat.
We all agree the time has come for the big one, so whadya say?!?
That's excellent. We knew you'd agree
The companies will be very pleased.

Never by rude to an Arab.

Never be rude to an Arab,
An Israeli, or Saudi, or Jew,
Never be rude to an Irishman,
No matter what you do.
Never poke fun at a ******,
A Spik, or a Wop, or a Kraut,
And never put down...
(explosion!)

Not offensive, but politically controversial.

DEAD KENNEDYS LYRICS

"Kinky Sex Makes The World Go 'Round"

Greetings:This is the Secretary of War at the State Department
of the United States
We have a problem.
The companies want something done about this sluggish
world economic situation
Profits have been running a little thin lately
and we need to stimulate some growth
Now we know
there's an alarmingly high number of young people roaming
around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble
for the police and damage private property.
It doesn't look like they'll ever get a job
It's about time we did something constructive with these people
We've got thousands of 'em here too. They're crawling all over
The companies think it's time we all sit down, have a serious get-together-
And start another war
The President?
He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro
Napalm
People running down the road, skin on fire
The Soviets seem up for it:
The Kremlin's been itching for the real thing for years.
Hell, Afghanistan's no fun
So whadya say?
We don't even have to win this war.
We just want to cut down on some of this excess population
Now look. Just start up a draft; draft as many of those people as you can.
We'll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on,
hand 'em some speed, give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use
an automatic rifle and send 'em on their way
Libya? El Salvador? How 'bout Northern Ireland?
Or a "moderately repressive regime" in South America?
We'll just cook up a good Soviet threat story
in the Middle East-we need that oil
We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad
didn't even show up. I tell ya
That man is unreliable.
The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one
Now just think for a minute-We can make this war so big-so BIG
The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper
We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queue if we plan this right.
Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls
Now don't worry about demonstrations-just pump up your drug supply.
So many people have hooked themselves on heroin
and amphetamines since we took over, it's just like Vietnam.
We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong.
Kept the war functioning just fine
It's easy.
We've got our college kids so interested in beer
they don't even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again.
Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard,
they wouldn't even know what it looked like
So how 'bout it? Look-War is money.
The arms manufacturers tell me unless
we get our bomb factories up to full production
the whole economy is going to collapse
The Soviets are in the same boat.
We all agree the time has come for the big one, so whadya say?!?
That's excellent. We knew you'd agree
The companies will be very pleased.

Pointless out of context. You have to listen to the song to get the point that the british prime minister is being dominated during that entire speel thing. Too drunk too fuck or nazi punks fuck off is worse.

I would post some Vaginal Jesus lyrics, but I would probably get a forumban.
Hell, you could get a warning off the title alone of some of their songs.

I would post some Vaginal Jesus lyrics, but I would probably get a forumban.
Hell, you could get a warning off the title alone of some of their songs.

i've never heard VJ, they play the same kind of stuff as Grinded Nig right? some of that stuff can be a touch brutal...

Not totally offensive, but a good one.

Sub-Mission

I'm on a submarine mission for you, baby
I feel the way you are going
I picked you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing

Submission
You're going down, down, dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found

You've got me pretty deep, baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I've gotta solve your mystery
You're sitting it out and having a fuck

Submission
You're going down, down, dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
'Cause it's a mystery
Under the sea, in the water
Come and share it

Submission
You're going down, down, dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
'Cause it's a secret
Under the water, in the sea
It's an octopus rock

I'm on a submarine mission for you, baby
I feel the way you are going
I picked you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing

Submission
You're going down, down, dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found

Submission
Submission
Submission
I'm going down, down, under the water
I wanna drown, drown, under the water
I'm gonna drown, drown, under the sea

i've never heard VJ, they play the same kind of stuff as Grinded Nig right? some of that stuff can be a touch brutal...
Just a touch brutal...
But then again, it's a fusion of already brutal grindcore with more brutal Nazism. You really wouldn't expect it to be all light an' happy an' stuff, I wouldn't think.

Could be offensive to some. Especially the Queen. Can't think why. Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I give you.... The Sex Pistols.


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

-snip-

*claps with hyper speed*

Haha, wonderful stuff. Sub-Mission's a Pistols song, too, ya know :p.

Never be rude to an Arab,
An Israeli, or Saudi, or Jew,
Never be rude to an Irishman,
No matter what you do.
Never poke fun at a ******,
A Spik, or a Wop, or a Kraut,
And never put down...
(explosion!)

*claps with hyper speed*

Haha, wonderful stuff. Sub-Mission's a Pistols song, too, ya know :p.

*Ignores*

I refuse to listen to the Pistols. Part of being a Monarchist. Along with the abuse you get from everyone else in Britain.

More Pistols!

Bodies

She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was a case of insanity
Her name was Pauline, she lived in a tree

She was a no-one who killed her baby
She sent her letters from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrace

Body, I'm not an animal
Body, I'm not an animal

Dragged on a table in a factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a package in a lavatory
Die little baby, screaming
Body, screaming, fucking bloody mess
It's not an animal
It's an abortion

Body, I'm not an animal
Mommy, I'm an abortion
Throbbing squirm
Curtling bloody mess
I'm not a discharge
I'm not a loss in protein
I'm not a throbbing squirm

Fuck this and fuck that
Fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat
She don't want a baby who looks like that
I don't want a baby who looks like that
Body, I'm not an animal
Body, an abortion

Body, I'm not an animal
Body, I'm not an animal
An animal
I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal an animal I'm not an animal, I ain't no animal
I'm not a body
I'm not an animal an animal I ain't no animal, I'm not an animal
I'm not an animal, mommy

*Ignores*

I refuse to listen to the Pistols. Part of being a Monarchist. Along with the abuse you get from everyone else in Britain.

Oh.

*shuns*

Battle of New Orleans

Well, in eighteen and fourteen we took a little trip
along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
And we caught the bloody British near the town of New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, I see'd Mars Jackson walkin down the street
talkin’ to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafayette [pronounced La-feet]
He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee
and the pirate said he’d help us drive the British in the sea.

The French said Andrew, you’d better run,
for Packingham’s a comin’ with a bullet in his gun.
Old Hickory said he didn’t give a dang,
he’s gonna whip the britches off of Colonel Packingham.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, we looked down the river and we see'd the British come,
and there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
while we stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
if we didn't fire a musket til we looked 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire til we see'd their faces well,
then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave a yell.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, we fired our cannon til the barrel melted down,
so we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.
We filled his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind,
and when they tetched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.

We’ll march back home but we’ll never be content
till we make Old Hickory the people’s President.
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans,
we’ll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin,
But there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch 'em
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
But there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.



(not offensive, but rather annoying I assume if you can find the right Brit or Canadian)

Blood for Blood (one of my favorite bands, and one of my favorite songs by them as well)

BLOOD FOR BLOOD LYRICS

"Wasted Youth Crew (My Kind Belong Nowhere)"

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared
We all started as someone with a chance to make our way
Sometimes the world was cold but we waited for the better days
We watched the years go by and nothing seemed to change
We waited, hoped and prayed as the hard times felt like stinging rain
Well now that hope is gone, somewhere it turned to rage
Hatred, violence, booze and crime,
sometimes it seemed the only way (to get by)
I always knew I'd never make it cause I'm twisted in the brain
But I swear to you all right now that I'll never live like the ones that made me hate
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared
I know I'm going nowhere and I been on a losin' streak
and a scumbag, zero and anti-hero are all you think of me (and you're right)
I know I'm going nowhere and I been on a losin streak
and lowlife, loser and dead-end cruiser are all you think of me (but I say)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck mankind
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared
Wasted youth, I never had all the chances
Wasted youth, I never had no savin' grace
Wasted youth, yeah I've made a few mistakes
Wasted youth, but how long will I have to pay?
So, some of you were born into happiness and wealth
While some of us were born to a life of hell
And some of us were lost and some of us were found
but most of us were beaten by life to the ground
And maybe I'll never see the day that I win
but I'll always have time for a beer with my friends
We'll fight everybody and the world 'till the end
and if you fuck around with us you'll get your head kicked in!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared

:D

Let's post the most offensive lyrics of the most offensive songs we can think of!
No.

Germachinia, don't do this again. I mean it.

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