is anyone so bored that they wouldn't mind typing up lyrics? i would do it but i would only know 10% of the correct lyrics and the rest would be ?'s, and someone would have to post the real lyrics anyways....
maybe jsut for theses songs:
Pure Bread
Make Way!
Mouth of Badddness
WD80
Lastwrites
7x4
Aggravation plantation
not all at once of couse... unless your board to the EXTREME!!!!!
Lyrics?
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Lyrics?
"The missing part of me that grows around me like a cage..."
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- Instrument 2: Guitar
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E2 the F
There Ha! It's as simple as that
Magnetic press on E so you know where we at
Soul! From our bodies and hands translated
through our weapons and a mic on a stand
We'd die in order to rock the show
Lyrics spun! From Rumplestiltskin's home
Always be consistent like the gas in your
car, cleaning stages cross all ages with this CLR
I mean, it's so easy, so easy for us to rock an
e to the f with the peoples' trust
Normally we'd switch it but for now it's
a must
Clock it 'til you deathbed but you'll
reproduce rust
E to the F! Examination Passed, cause WE
wrote the test
F to the E! Oldschool rhymilation comin
out stress free
E to the F! Examination Passed, cause WE
wrote the test
F to the E! Oldschool rhymilation comin
out stress free
E to the F
Purebread
Wake up every morning just to punch your clock
Sleepwalk off to work in crowded streets you flock
Born and bread to eat your brother's soul
Climb that ladder carved from our bones
Survival eats away, it's the source of life
We work for better days, not golden ides
Consumption junction is the hero of your daily function
Your goal, your role, your narrow mind's on hold
Lost manners in a race with time
You can't see the starting line
Won't eat the truths we've been fed
Meals made with greed contain purebread
Big man small world set in your sights
You can't see what's wrong or right
Misfed misled life's been spent
Instilled mind control the dream since birth
Helps achieve for you the planet's worth
The worth is more than all your endless greed
Make your mark because our planet bleeds
Survival eats away it's source is life
Lets work for better days not trophy wives
Consumption junction leads to zero for our daily function
Lost manners in a race with time
You can't see the starting line
Won't eat the truths we've been fed
Meals made with greed contain purebread
Big man small world set in your sights
You can't see what's wrong or right
Misfed misled life's been spent
Make haste to hell your light is sent
Can't stand the taste, of purebread
Misfed misled life's been spent
Misfed misled life's been spent
Can't stand the taste, of PUREBREAD
Blame the Wizards
Not the wands, but the wizards that hold them
Cheap sheep leopard skin fakery rollin'
Not to mention Huh! The guns that they're holdin'
Grandpa's fingerprints and name but not stolen
The Kings' men are growin trees
Still enforcing charge and fees
Nanomite clean energies
We lock the door and spit on the keys
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Meatlocker of your purebread scene.
Powdered nose donuts do you know what I mean?
Seeking youth, in designer jeans
Mustache morals yet you still smell clean?
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Aggravation Plantation
This decade, discredited by misuse and poor etiqueete rhymes.
This education we should thank you for wasting our time.
And for the interest in our dime.
And now we'll only banter questions with loaded answers
When it blows put it down and let go and don't dare ask me why.
Let's hear the generation speak frustration
Let's hear the generation speak frustration
This tank set, to running dry, distress it drains like the orange eye
This agrravation plantation farmed inside your mind
Let's change the way because you know it's jive
Now we'll only banter questions with loaded answers
When it blows put it down and let go and don't dare ask me why.
Let's hear the generation speak frustration
Let's hear the generation speak frustration
Blues Warrior
I'm the blues warrior, a brown six string samuri from 1300AD.
I travel the world baby, playin a ruckus and slayin suckas.
Now once upon a couple of days ago I was
sitting on my porch looking for my smoking torch
when I detected in the air something that made my nostrils scorch.
Now say I recognize those wack jack broken sacroiliac, frick frack diddly squat,
teeth like a train track, rick james stringbean looking fools
sneaking up on my back steps they was.
Only one thing to do.
So I jump back draw my sword and say Lord Have Mercy.
Now after I whipped those riff rafscallions
I proceeded in a left foot right foot manner through the realm of reggae
But first I say goodbye to my cat King Tubby, goodbye King Tubby.
Now in the realm I found my smoking torch, of course I use it.
But a burning in my stomach kept telling me, "go see Oz you idiot."
Boy if I would have known what that Australian would say.
"What'd he say brother?" Well he said,
"Go seek master Ken, we must unite the realms mate."
And that's why I ended up in this funky forest.
Now a funk master like I've never seen before approaches me.
So I jump back draw my sword and I pray to God that I don't drop that shit
I'll do the rest once I get back from school
There Ha! It's as simple as that
Magnetic press on E so you know where we at
Soul! From our bodies and hands translated
through our weapons and a mic on a stand
We'd die in order to rock the show
Lyrics spun! From Rumplestiltskin's home
Always be consistent like the gas in your
car, cleaning stages cross all ages with this CLR
I mean, it's so easy, so easy for us to rock an
e to the f with the peoples' trust
Normally we'd switch it but for now it's
a must
Clock it 'til you deathbed but you'll
reproduce rust
E to the F! Examination Passed, cause WE
wrote the test
F to the E! Oldschool rhymilation comin
out stress free
E to the F! Examination Passed, cause WE
wrote the test
F to the E! Oldschool rhymilation comin
out stress free
E to the F
Purebread
Wake up every morning just to punch your clock
Sleepwalk off to work in crowded streets you flock
Born and bread to eat your brother's soul
Climb that ladder carved from our bones
Survival eats away, it's the source of life
We work for better days, not golden ides
Consumption junction is the hero of your daily function
Your goal, your role, your narrow mind's on hold
Lost manners in a race with time
You can't see the starting line
Won't eat the truths we've been fed
Meals made with greed contain purebread
Big man small world set in your sights
You can't see what's wrong or right
Misfed misled life's been spent
Instilled mind control the dream since birth
Helps achieve for you the planet's worth
The worth is more than all your endless greed
Make your mark because our planet bleeds
Survival eats away it's source is life
Lets work for better days not trophy wives
Consumption junction leads to zero for our daily function
Lost manners in a race with time
You can't see the starting line
Won't eat the truths we've been fed
Meals made with greed contain purebread
Big man small world set in your sights
You can't see what's wrong or right
Misfed misled life's been spent
Make haste to hell your light is sent
Can't stand the taste, of purebread
Misfed misled life's been spent
Misfed misled life's been spent
Can't stand the taste, of PUREBREAD
Blame the Wizards
Not the wands, but the wizards that hold them
Cheap sheep leopard skin fakery rollin'
Not to mention Huh! The guns that they're holdin'
Grandpa's fingerprints and name but not stolen
The Kings' men are growin trees
Still enforcing charge and fees
Nanomite clean energies
We lock the door and spit on the keys
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Meatlocker of your purebread scene.
Powdered nose donuts do you know what I mean?
Seeking youth, in designer jeans
Mustache morals yet you still smell clean?
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Don't tell us that we can't
Aggravation Plantation
This decade, discredited by misuse and poor etiqueete rhymes.
This education we should thank you for wasting our time.
And for the interest in our dime.
And now we'll only banter questions with loaded answers
When it blows put it down and let go and don't dare ask me why.
Let's hear the generation speak frustration
Let's hear the generation speak frustration
This tank set, to running dry, distress it drains like the orange eye
This agrravation plantation farmed inside your mind
Let's change the way because you know it's jive
Now we'll only banter questions with loaded answers
When it blows put it down and let go and don't dare ask me why.
Let's hear the generation speak frustration
Let's hear the generation speak frustration
Blues Warrior
I'm the blues warrior, a brown six string samuri from 1300AD.
I travel the world baby, playin a ruckus and slayin suckas.
Now once upon a couple of days ago I was
sitting on my porch looking for my smoking torch
when I detected in the air something that made my nostrils scorch.
Now say I recognize those wack jack broken sacroiliac, frick frack diddly squat,
teeth like a train track, rick james stringbean looking fools
sneaking up on my back steps they was.
Only one thing to do.
So I jump back draw my sword and say Lord Have Mercy.
Now after I whipped those riff rafscallions
I proceeded in a left foot right foot manner through the realm of reggae
But first I say goodbye to my cat King Tubby, goodbye King Tubby.
Now in the realm I found my smoking torch, of course I use it.
But a burning in my stomach kept telling me, "go see Oz you idiot."
Boy if I would have known what that Australian would say.
"What'd he say brother?" Well he said,
"Go seek master Ken, we must unite the realms mate."
And that's why I ended up in this funky forest.
Now a funk master like I've never seen before approaches me.
So I jump back draw my sword and I pray to God that I don't drop that shit
I'll do the rest once I get back from school
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SociallyInept
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- Posts: 793
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- Instrument 2: Guitar
- Contact:
No problem. Here's the rest
Fear of a Brown Planet
Take your business off my lawn or did you see that sign?
"We'll sorry mister I don't mean to offend, just let me off this time."
With good intentions and bound by the creed, the leaders drew their lines
But lines turned to concrete walls divided us by signs
Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the third stone mind
Hands tied can't help my brothers
Grim reapo man at the door
Retrieving will for the power of six,
provoking thoughts of war
Increase the profit walls to keep them safe within
Fear Of A Brown Planet a movement of peace not skin
Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the third stone mind
Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the third stone mind
Hallowed Be Thy Name
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
Cause at five o'clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last writes
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
Its not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cause its willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please dont worry now that I have gone
Ive gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then youll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
Down with Brown
Funk stink wiht N'awleans crawfish, Tell Dr. Zig!
Come get a whiff of this
Now this beat's got soul and it's superbad
So if you wanna get down with this
just pack your bag.
Got pockets so deep still spillin' groove
Split on your speakers to make you move
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get
down
Now heed this we're warning you
Go tell yo momma and yo family too
Don't worry about dinner, said we're comin through
Burnin funk so hot it'll cook your food
No wine and cheese, we ain't serving those
Heavy metal with a side of bellbottoms and fros
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get
down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get
down
WD-80
Quest laid to seek his wisdom,
Traced through the lines of outcome
Sit down learn to be comatose
This mark carved into your ghost
Don't take this the wrong way
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back
Respect due for his redrum,
Brought peace to all three kingdoms
St. Chris with urgence and blank spot
Sees battle with gypsy girl chicken bot
Don't take this the wrong way
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back
Don't take this the wrong way
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back
Into the Mouth on Badd(d)ness
Three anums deep in trainfare,
Along the path to badness
Funk forged with blues to serve their,
Charges of peace not warfare.
Into the Mouth he goes.
You've got to know
IN-TO
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
CON-TROL
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take his soul
Balldeep in damnation,
Stench born from segregation
It feeds on disillusion,
Must stop it's mind pollutants
Into the mouth he goes
You've got to know
IN-TO
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
CON-TROL
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take his soul
The Blues warrior transerves and finds
what he was told, a body slain with suit
Intact with hints red green and gold.
A one headed beast approaches no eared but all fight.
The Blues warrior adorns the steel that which makes him
THE BROWN KNIGHT
You've got to know
IN-TO
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
CON-TROL
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take his soul
The mouth of badd(d)ness couldn't break his balls
MakeWay Fe De Yout! Dem
Egos are the masons for these marble days
Supply demand in overstack
It's all a concept for the cheaper pay
Confined inside a ticking clock
It's been built to mandate frustrate.
Producing living dead
And never mind the lack of update
Feeding off your head
Self serve is core,
Crux state it's how they operate
Assets and paperweights,
Fassy Mc Raasts' take their bate
Agendas hidden under laundry stacks
Their motives silent out of sight
A way around the politax
The balance theory keeps em tight
It's just a way to mandate frustrate.
Producing living dead
And never mind the lack of update
Feeding off your head
Self serve is core,
Crux state it's how they operate
Assets and paperweights,
Fassy Mc Raasts' take their bate
Last Writes
Violence breeds, it comes in human form
Even Harold H could not predict this storm
In primal hands technology can grow
Still we will delete the people in this show
It's not about what we can see, it's about what we can own
Exhibit A was that Y2K a millennium overblown
It's not about what they have done, it's about who we have sent
Exhibit B was it chemistry that made people's lives for rent
Conditions critical,
What kind of beast makes the children fight?
It's parasitical,
Devil's cash money and that's the last writes
Got the means, the medicine's there
Still you chose the tank instead of our healthcare
Reality, the version on TV
Cryptic and offensive is the speak it seeds
It's not about what we have done it's about what we can change
Exhibit C, the people we have lost along the way
It's not about what he just did it's about his mal intent
Exhibit D is New Orleans cause nothing's changed my friends
Conditions critical,
What kind of beast makes the children fight?
It's parasitical,
Devil's cash money and that's the last writes
Conditions critical,
What kind of beast makes the children fight?
It's parasitical,
Devil's cash money and that's the last writes
Conditions critical,
I Said Gotta change our path so we can plant a new seed
It's parasitical,
Warfare NEED GREED MONEY control the last
WRITES!
Fear of a Brown Planet
Take your business off my lawn or did you see that sign?
"We'll sorry mister I don't mean to offend, just let me off this time."
With good intentions and bound by the creed, the leaders drew their lines
But lines turned to concrete walls divided us by signs
Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the third stone mind
Hands tied can't help my brothers
Grim reapo man at the door
Retrieving will for the power of six,
provoking thoughts of war
Increase the profit walls to keep them safe within
Fear Of A Brown Planet a movement of peace not skin
Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the third stone mind
Due south but won't get over!
Can't cross these childish lines
Boxed in creates disorder
Collectivating the third stone mind
Hallowed Be Thy Name
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
Cause at five o'clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last writes
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
Its not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cause its willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please dont worry now that I have gone
Ive gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then youll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
Down with Brown
Funk stink wiht N'awleans crawfish, Tell Dr. Zig!
Come get a whiff of this
Now this beat's got soul and it's superbad
So if you wanna get down with this
just pack your bag.
Got pockets so deep still spillin' groove
Split on your speakers to make you move
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get
down
Now heed this we're warning you
Go tell yo momma and yo family too
Don't worry about dinner, said we're comin through
Burnin funk so hot it'll cook your food
No wine and cheese, we ain't serving those
Heavy metal with a side of bellbottoms and fros
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get
down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get down
Greazy brisket with a cornbread biscuit
Back for more cause it's cleanplatistic
Currified to rock this crown
I said you wanna get funky you got to get
down
WD-80
Quest laid to seek his wisdom,
Traced through the lines of outcome
Sit down learn to be comatose
This mark carved into your ghost
Don't take this the wrong way
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back
Respect due for his redrum,
Brought peace to all three kingdoms
St. Chris with urgence and blank spot
Sees battle with gypsy girl chicken bot
Don't take this the wrong way
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back
Don't take this the wrong way
But my man won't use your subway
Make bones Thursday Sunday
Still work Friday Monday
Horsesteak no ricepape beefcake,
Hate skates and ink cut your face
This dread got skills that kill jack
Don't fret Brigade got his back
Into the Mouth on Badd(d)ness
Three anums deep in trainfare,
Along the path to badness
Funk forged with blues to serve their,
Charges of peace not warfare.
Into the Mouth he goes.
You've got to know
IN-TO
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
CON-TROL
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take his soul
Balldeep in damnation,
Stench born from segregation
It feeds on disillusion,
Must stop it's mind pollutants
Into the mouth he goes
You've got to know
IN-TO
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
CON-TROL
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take his soul
The Blues warrior transerves and finds
what he was told, a body slain with suit
Intact with hints red green and gold.
A one headed beast approaches no eared but all fight.
The Blues warrior adorns the steel that which makes him
THE BROWN KNIGHT
You've got to know
IN-TO
The mouth of badd(d)ness he goes
Those who enter lost
CON-TROL
The mouth of badd(d)ness won't take his soul
The mouth of badd(d)ness couldn't break his balls
MakeWay Fe De Yout! Dem
Egos are the masons for these marble days
Supply demand in overstack
It's all a concept for the cheaper pay
Confined inside a ticking clock
It's been built to mandate frustrate.
Producing living dead
And never mind the lack of update
Feeding off your head
Self serve is core,
Crux state it's how they operate
Assets and paperweights,
Fassy Mc Raasts' take their bate
Agendas hidden under laundry stacks
Their motives silent out of sight
A way around the politax
The balance theory keeps em tight
It's just a way to mandate frustrate.
Producing living dead
And never mind the lack of update
Feeding off your head
Self serve is core,
Crux state it's how they operate
Assets and paperweights,
Fassy Mc Raasts' take their bate
Last Writes
Violence breeds, it comes in human form
Even Harold H could not predict this storm
In primal hands technology can grow
Still we will delete the people in this show
It's not about what we can see, it's about what we can own
Exhibit A was that Y2K a millennium overblown
It's not about what they have done, it's about who we have sent
Exhibit B was it chemistry that made people's lives for rent
Conditions critical,
What kind of beast makes the children fight?
It's parasitical,
Devil's cash money and that's the last writes
Got the means, the medicine's there
Still you chose the tank instead of our healthcare
Reality, the version on TV
Cryptic and offensive is the speak it seeds
It's not about what we have done it's about what we can change
Exhibit C, the people we have lost along the way
It's not about what he just did it's about his mal intent
Exhibit D is New Orleans cause nothing's changed my friends
Conditions critical,
What kind of beast makes the children fight?
It's parasitical,
Devil's cash money and that's the last writes
Conditions critical,
What kind of beast makes the children fight?
It's parasitical,
Devil's cash money and that's the last writes
Conditions critical,
I Said Gotta change our path so we can plant a new seed
It's parasitical,
Warfare NEED GREED MONEY control the last
WRITES!
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Dylan
- Resident Skumfuk
- Posts: 6786
- Joined: Tue Aug 14, 2007 10:44 pm
- First name: Dylan
- Age: 20
- Gender: ♂
- AKA: NoReason27, 2712
- 360 Gamer Tag: Watchmaker2112
- Instrument 1: Bass+Guitar
- Instrument 2: Engineer+Production
- Twitter: @dylanb_27
did you get those from the CD or did you wright them yourself?
"The missing part of me that grows around me like a cage..."
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Asho_DirtyPoo
- Dr. Dynamite
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- Location: SouthWestern Ontario, Canada
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Why not buy the album, if you want the information from the cover? :P haha
GutRock Concert Series - The concert series that raises funds and donates 100% of profits to Inflammatory Bowel Disease research.
GutRock Myspace
GutRock Facebook group.
Our under construction, soon to be website
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SociallyInept
- King of Contradiction
- Posts: 793
- Joined: Fri Jul 06, 2007 3:58 am
- First name: Troy
- Age: 19
- Gender: ♂
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Hentaiman
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lol yeah, somehow :Dsumfan wrote:Hentaiman wrote:I wish i could buy it, but i don't live in Canada. :? :(Asho_DirtyPoo wrote:Why not buy the album, if you want the information from the cover? :P hahasame. aint it a bitch man?? but at least we got it somhow :D
but whenever it'll be available worldwide, i'm gonna buy it, no doubt :P
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Available in the US, Canada, and Europe.
(if you're not from one of those three, that's fine, but if you are from one and illegally obtained the album rather than paying the mere $10 to get it...you suck haha)
Available in the US, Canada, and Europe.
(if you're not from one of those three, that's fine, but if you are from one and illegally obtained the album rather than paying the mere $10 to get it...you suck haha)
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Ah. Yeah I guess I did kinda forget that 95% of you are underaged :S
Talk to your parents? I don't know, how do kids order stuff online nowadays? haha
Ohhh I'm so old :'(
Talk to your parents? I don't know, how do kids order stuff online nowadays? haha
Ohhh I'm so old :'(
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Hentaiman
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lol, i dont think they do.
yeah i dont have a credit card.... and my parents refuse to order stuff from from the internet, though i want to order Introduction to Desturction from ebay (my copy from this store near my house still haven't arrived! i'm so pissed!) and except for that MP4 player i made my parents order for me locally, they dont want to order like from the US, Canada or stuff.
So its fucked up. i'm still underage.
i want it to be released normally in stores.
like something mainstream, like Sum 41's albums... i bought 'em all (except for HHOP, again it's another one i need to order directly from Canada) and so, till i wont get a credit card, i'm stuck being 16 years old underage fucked up kid
yeah i dont have a credit card.... and my parents refuse to order stuff from from the internet, though i want to order Introduction to Desturction from ebay (my copy from this store near my house still haven't arrived! i'm so pissed!) and except for that MP4 player i made my parents order for me locally, they dont want to order like from the US, Canada or stuff.
So its fucked up. i'm still underage.
i want it to be released normally in stores.
like something mainstream, like Sum 41's albums... i bought 'em all (except for HHOP, again it's another one i need to order directly from Canada) and so, till i wont get a credit card, i'm stuck being 16 years old underage fucked up kid
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Asho_DirtyPoo
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Well, in Canada, it's sold in normal record stores haha. But I guess they aren't big enough yet that they wouldn't lose money releasing in other countries and stuff...
It is a shame. But GOOD music usually isn't all that popular nowadays...haha
It is a shame. But GOOD music usually isn't all that popular nowadays...haha
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Hentaiman
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So true! what's popular totay is total shit!Asho_DirtyPoo wrote:Well, in Canada, it's sold in normal record stores haha. But I guess they aren't big enough yet that they wouldn't lose money releasing in other countries and stuff...
It is a shame. But GOOD music usually isn't all that popular nowadays...haha
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Asho_DirtyPoo
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*cyber-high-fives* hahaHentaiman wrote: So true! what's popular totay is total shit!
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