Nevermind >_>;;

I'm going to have to find some of the lyrics to my favorite songs and post here .

I've noticed that Kaney you post songs that reflect your various moods.

 

hey, check out this:

www.switchfoot.com/videosmain.htm

its great, i listen to all the songs all the time.

I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier

Yo... Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns, Never was a gangsta, till I
graduated to one
And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin'
Took the image of a thug,
kept **** appealin'
willin' to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death, never live
to regret what I said
when you're me, people just wanna see, if it's true, if it's you, what you say
in your raps, what you do
so they feel, as part of your obligation to fulfill, when they see you on the
streets, face to face, are you for real
in confrontation ain't no conversation, if you feel you're in violation, any
hesitation'll get you killed
if you feel it, kill it, if you conceal it, reveal it
Bein' reasonable will leave you full of bullets, pull it, squeeze it
till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies, I need a good reason to give this
trigger a good squeeze...

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never
fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or
stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never
fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble

I love pissin' you off, it gets me off, like my lawyers, when the ****in' judge
lets me off
all you mother****as gotta do is set me off, I'll violate and all the
mother****in' bets be off
I'm a lit fuse, anything I do bring it's news, pistol whippin' mother****in'
bouncers, six-two, who needs bullets?
Soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets, an excellent method to get rid of the
next bully
It's actually better cause instead you murderin', you can hurt 'em and come
back again and kick dirt at 'em
it's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued, you can smell the
lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
everybody halts and stops, calls the cops, all you see is bitches comin' out
their halter tops
runnin' and duckin' out to the Hot Rocks parkin' lot, you'll all get shot
whether its your fault or not, 'cuz...

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never
fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or
stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never
fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble

I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em, give it back to
these damn critics and sock it to 'em
I'm like a thug, with a little bit of Pac influence, I spew it, and look how I
got you bitches rockin' to it
you mother****as could never do it like I could do it, don't even try it,
you'll look stupid, do not pursue it
don't ever in your life, try to knock the truest, I spit the illest ****, ever
been dropped to two inch
so ticky-tock listen as the sound ticks on the clock, listen to the sound of
Kim as she licks on a cock
listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen, mother****ers
know that I'll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy until I retire my jersey, till the fire inside dies and
expires at thirty
and Lord have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me, and put a curse
on authorities in the face of adversity
I'm a...

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never
fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never slip or
stumble
I'm a soldier, These shoulders hold up so much, they won't budge, I'll never
fall or fold up
I'm a soldier, Even if my collar bones crush or crumble, I will never stumble

Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left
Yo Left, Yo Left, Yo Left, Right, Left

Feel like venting some frustrations... Might not want to read the next few lines they're some violent rhymes representing what I feel at this time.

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 mother****ers are thinkin’ I'm playin’
Thinkin’ I'm sayin’ this **** 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.

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna **** 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 **** 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 **** with Shady, (‘cause why?)
‘Cause Shady, will ****in’ kill you. (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna **** with Shady, (why?)
Cuz Shady, will ****in’ kill you

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.

Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna **** 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 **** 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 **** with Shady, (‘cause why?)
‘Cause Shady, will ****in’ kill you. (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna **** with Shady, (why?)
Cuz Shady, will ****in’ kill you

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
Mother****ers 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!

Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna **** 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 **** 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 **** with Shady, (‘cause why?)
‘Cause Shady, will ****in’ kill you. (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna **** with Shady, (why?)
Cuz Shady, will ****in’ kill you

Hahaha, I'm just playin’ ladies. You know I love you.