>> ^honkeytonk73:
Ah, the beauty of God's creatures. How everything is 'naturally' about peace and harmony in a flower covered world, where all creatures are meant to live in peace with one another.
BANG BANG BANG BANG NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM
BURP
SHIT

Sounds like a day in the life...

Ah, the beauty of God's creatures. How everything is 'naturally' about peace and harmony in a flower covered world, where all creatures are meant to live in peace with one another.

BANG BANG BANG BANG * NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM
*BURP*
*SHIT*

Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I proceed to blow your back out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a violent tip
But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shit
Cause I been rhymin since way back when
Straight up and from the heart is how it's always been
Now punk niggas wanna test me
But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don't impress me
It's just a phase, and you know damn well
That you'll fall off in a minute, cause that shit don't sell
Funny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
With that bullshit style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, I suggest you go back where you came from
(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, don't play, son
See, the days of payin dues is over
I'm a little fed up, and it's time that I show ya
We battle one time, you're dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip

The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin bitches with my super dick
Hat's on the jim, sometimes I nut in em
St. Ides fucks up their eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin to this nutty sound
Open up the knapsack, check out what we found
H-h-horns, bass, lines
Beats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don't waste time
Yo, I'm 'cold lampin' like Flavor
Floatin at the top while you're sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just like the Biz said
Remember - uugh! - styles I drop to be, what is it?
(The shizzit) Word to your mama
I bend your girl like a comma
Due to Lambada, I think I gotta
Stop, because the bitch said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you can't roast this
Nut, what's up? You wanna get eaten up like a hostess?
'Cup', 'cake', you know my words are lethal
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

Every line I connect, my literature's perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck-
On with Fashion, cause by the way I'm rippin things
Whoever thinks I take a loss has hamstrings
Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to knock her
Sex with this flex, best thing tends to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you niggas
The chicks I stick shit with, I love your figures
Triggers, I pull em with no remorse for bodies
Fash pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shoties
Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss targets rarely
Mics I touch up, I fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the cool Fash
Asses I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes
So don't riff, cause I flow swift like the Nile, son
Tame is for plain Jane fame, I'm a wild one
Auto-matic-ly I let loose the
Fierce MC-i-n-g force in me
Cool Fash, sendin a blast to rap people
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

Wow, just wow. I can see it now, "You stop robbing that store for I am the * bang bang" News at seven, superhero dies.

can i still shoot him while he's down please? thanks.

*BANG *BANG B-B-*BANG

Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone,
strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone,
cuz I've bin around and I'm a be around again,
who is it? The black nigga that they call Ren,
Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble M,
my still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones,
so say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk,
but all my black the jack so I can night stock,
cuz carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot
beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get
payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin'
form tha scene'. There's to many recordz out that ain't
sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin'
nuthin', sh*t gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many
new niggaz ain't sure like L.B.
I wanna be L and only care from the crean.
Aposse like a bit*h they get put it in the magazine,
get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the
source. Niggaz wanted to get with me, but your sh*t was
horse. Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.
If a crit nigga hang around they get a listen.
Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. Got
paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...

Weak az niggaz keep I.N.S, but who can come and fade
the mad scientist. I've bin away from the public, cause
I am a enemy. with the black peane disappear like Houdini.
God of the univers I control your soul, shaking niggaz up
from the bottom of the north pole. In my double S four

fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, cuz ya
simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang-
bang boogie, cuz Ren heard enough, cuz niggaz don't come
with the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
when sh*t had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
you've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some sh*t like that
but can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
niggaz don't make that kinda sh*t no more, sippin' az
niggaz make way, cuz Ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin'
mayday, a f**kin' mad scientist...

Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my throat
and then I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think
the villain releit knew niggaz come out get out the work,
that I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
of the writes
shit down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
a mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write
a rhyme, now I blow ya f**kin' mind. You can't follow this I did'nt
leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin'
I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
they opened up my eyez. And the B boyz stand on my throne in black
niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, I'm
takin' over, on a mad scientist...

>> ^Sarzy:
>> ^deathcow:
damn its like a "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" type musical affair, they are pretty F'ing serious about their musical numbers I guess

It is a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang musical affair.
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You can watch the original here.
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Oh, and parody.


Reminds me more of Step in Time from Mary Poppins...

And I love how the Cheer ad comes up for me when they say cheer in the song.

>> ^deathcow:
> damn its like a "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" type musical affair,
> they are pretty F'ing serious about their musical numbers I guess

uhh. judging by the opening credits?

where the "All in the Family" song becomes
a big stage musical number?

>> ^deathcow:
damn its like a "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" type musical affair, they are pretty F'ing serious about their musical numbers I guess


It is a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang musical affair.

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You can watch the original here.

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Oh, and *parody.

damn its like a "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" type musical affair, they are pretty F'ing serious about their musical numbers I guess

WHAT? No Lethal Weapon?

Really, they need to try a few different ways of saying it.

"I'll have your shiny, shieldy thing and your pew, pew, bang, bang stick"

Wow, if he gets that worked up over a little bug (no it wasn't big), I'd hate to see him if some teen broke into his house, oop's I meat "Crib".

Where I live, one week a year, the June-bugs all come out, 4x the size of that bug, there are thousands of them. You sit in the house and all you can hear it them bouncing against your windows..., bang, bang, bang all evening. They only come out at night in the dark. You learn after the first night, not to leave your outside lights on cause they gather and then you can't open the door without letting a bunch of then in. But hey..., the kids like them and they are cool. for the next week after, you keep finding all the dead ones that snuck in and all the ones on the porch that the cat or dog got. The cats and dogs, play with them until they stop moving, then go get anther one!

* bang * bang * bang * bang

Being Canadian, and the son of a father born and raised in Belfast, I'd like to just poke your eye out, im(innowaywhatsoever)stellar28. Your list is a load of crap. To quote Penn: "Wow, did you do that hard hitting research... in your ass?"

Firearms confiscated in the province of Ontario were done so due to the illegality of their possesion. Plenty of people still own firearms here, we're quite proud of our hunting traditions. And even a crazy bastard like myself (see avatar) could go out and buy guns whenever I'd like. Sure some of them are grandfathered to fall in laws, but they still go "bang, bang".

And if I have to point out that Ireland has seen some of its biggest outbreaks of peace in decades in recent years you need more help than I can muster.

>> ^imstellar28:
"all guns will be confiscated and..."
its funny(?) until it comes true. list of countries/states that have confiscated firearms

upvote for bang bang only. if you've never heard this song very late in an almost empty bar, I highly recommend it.