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2-1! dennis bergkamp!

Geck-o - Assquake



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Headhunterz- The Sacrifice

And shepherds we shall be
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee
Power hath descended from Thy hand
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti

And so the Headhunterz made a sacrifice
Boundaries are there to be crossed
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti

To save face, how low can you go
Talk a lot of game, but yet you don't know
Static on the way, make us all say whoa
The people up top, push the people down low
Get down.

dat is toch Angerfist & Outblast - Odious? of is er ook een hardstyletrack met die tekst?

Atmozfears - Up Top

Oorspronkelijk van Linkin Park - Wretches And Kings

ff geluisterd, vind ze in odious beter klinken
wel een moi nummer trouwens bedankt

Simpel maar bij mij doet het altijd de truc:)

You had to go, left the world behind
But you're not gone, you're just out of sight

Just a human being, so what was his right
To take your life on a clear blue night
You had to go, left the world behind
But you're not gone, you're just out of sight

And I would give the world
You know it's true
I'd build the stairway to heaven just to get to you
Every day I wake, I miss you, my friend
But the music gives me faith, till we meet again!

(Ran-D & Redixx - Until We Meet Again)

Kippenvel

Catatonic Overload - Goddamn

Acieeeeed, Acieeeed, Acieeed, Acieeeed Oooohwyeeehheeeeaaaaaaah

NIGHTMAREEEE!

Nothing stops the madness turning, haunting, yearning pull the triggaaahhh!!

Vroeg me altijd al af wat er nou precies werd gezegd in Bombs Away, maar dit dus? Of is het een eigen invulling?

Acid of iets in die richting idd.

Acieed is het:

Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer
If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima

There's so much in our lives
That stacks up in our heads
Things that make us sad
Things that people say
And as the time goes by
And all that we have left
Are moments we regret
Moments we forget

sorry

Pussy pussy
Pew pew
White white castle eating
No talking
Indo indo hawking hawking
Bird dick dick
Sucking 50-cent
Juice drinking bitch bitch
Get out of my face face face
With yo ass ass still h-hanging hanging out!
- Fuck up, who do you think you're talking to?
'Cause ain't nobody talking to you wit-with your fucked up hair cut
Three-ree fo-fo-four five times wed
No job having
Little dick motherfucker
With your permanent crisis in your pants

Ook wel

gutsy gutsy geek geek rape rape
thats for eating old fucking in the in the wocking wocking bird

In your Fuck! Fuck! Fucking face!
Fuck fuck fucking face!
Fuck fuck fucking face!
Fuck fuck fucking face!
Fuck fuck fucking face!

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Vooral omdat het zo megagoed gesampled is

Geezer, first of all it gives me a fucking headache
When idiots like you come knocking on my fucking door
Telling me to turn my fucking noise down
This ain’t noise mate, this is fucking Showtek
(Oh no it’s Showtek again)
My favourite fucking music
And secondly that daughter of yours, who’s very hot
Just happens to be coming out with me for the weekend
So fuck you!

So it’s that same old shit again
If it ain’t my neighbours complaining about my kicking bass
It’s the fucking media telling me my music is attracting the worst kinds
Highlighting the drug use and aggressive sounds
These cunts just don’t know nothing about clubbing the late-night raves
So let me tell you this, motherfuckers
Not everybody listens to Mr. Williams (let me...)
When my generation parties, we do it 25.000 strong
So people can say what they want, but this is all real
And you know this is true
So just let me listen to my music, and fuck you!

You know what, I’m sick of all the haters always having a reason to complain about this music and the way I live my fucking life
I can’t believe these suck-ups from the authorities
Telling me that my nightlife is to be cut short
Closing clubs at three instead of five, six and seven
Not even considering my afterparty on a Sunday fucking morning
Ha, I’m gonna get mashed up before the sun goes down
I’m gonna get drunk too quick in the pub
And I’m gonna pop pills in the lines to the club
Don’t try to fucking understand me, just let me escape from reality
Ain’t nobody telling me what to do or what not to do
This is my life, this is my music, so fuck you!