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by Umbra Ac Silentium » Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:06 am
The Holy Therns wrote:Your thought pattern is so bizarre I can't even be offended anymore.

by Zeth Rekia » Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:13 am

by New East Ireland » Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:13 am
Zeth Rekia wrote:D!$CORD!$ - On Country Music
My wife left me.
My dog left me.
My horse got foreclosed.
And I'm drink'n heavily.
I 'aint got no money,
I'm a half ass slut.
I'm the inbred of the family.
Cause of the Country...
Country.
Country...
Country.
Cause all I got is Country.
In my blood.
I'm at a bar again,
blowing my family's food money...
Cause I got none of my own,
To spend on beers and porn mag's.
Round up ma' kids,
Take a hike to the porn shop.
Have another beer
Watch the rejects fuck.
My kids are sad and my life is bad.
But I don't need a gun.
I got country, man.
That's all I need.
That's all it's about.
That's what I am.
A load of crap...
I can drink all day and whine all night.
Make a record out of it and make some money man, yeah.
Alcohol.
Alcohol.
I'm drunk, holy fuck.
Bet you didn't see that coming.
Write it again...
I'm cheating on my new girlfriend now.
Big surprise... Man that rhymes.....
She's got a fine ass, stupid friends, a diploma and a car man.
I fit right in, I thought about it like Charlie Sheen, yeah.
My kids are sad and my life is bad.
But I don't need a gun.
I got country, man.
It hasn't failed me yet, as you can see.
I've got lots of fans and stolen money.
I regret everything.
I feel depressed.
I'm gonna drink some more, to compose my next album, yeah.

by Octabrinaland » Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:04 am

by Jordsindia » Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:58 pm
Zeth Rekia wrote:D!$CORD!$ - On Country Music
My wife left me.
My dog left me.
My horse got foreclosed.
And I'm drink'n heavily.
I 'aint got no money,
I'm a half ass slut.
I'm the inbred of the family.
Cause of the Country...
Country.
Country...
Country.
Cause all I got is Country.
In my blood.
I'm at a bar again,
blowing my family's food money...
Cause I got none of my own,
To spend on beers and porn mag's.
Round up ma' kids,
Take a hike to the porn shop.
Have another beer
Watch the rejects fuck.
My kids are sad and my life is bad.
But I don't need a gun.
I got country, man.
That's all I need.
That's all it's about.
That's what I am.
A load of crap...
I can drink all day and whine all night.
Make a record out of it and make some money man, yeah.
Alcohol.
Alcohol.
I'm drunk, holy fuck.
Bet you didn't see that coming.
Write it again...
I'm cheating on my new girlfriend now.
Big surprise... Man that rhymes.....
She's got a fine ass, stupid friends, a diploma and a car man.
I fit right in, I thought about it like Charlie Sheen, yeah.
My kids are sad and my life is bad.
But I don't need a gun.
I got country, man.
It hasn't failed me yet, as you can see.
I've got lots of fans and stolen money.
I regret everything.
I feel depressed.
I'm gonna drink some more, to compose my next album, yeah.

by Globexanter » Tue Aug 09, 2011 9:15 am


by Zeth Rekia » Wed Aug 10, 2011 3:26 am

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by Alevuss Puppet » Sat Aug 13, 2011 5:11 pm
New East Ireland wrote:Zeth Rekia wrote:D!$CORD!$ - On Country Music
My wife left me.
My dog left me.
My horse got foreclosed.
And I'm drink'n heavily.
I 'aint got no money,
I'm a half ass slut.
I'm the inbred of the family.
Cause of the Country...
Country.
Country...
Country.
Cause all I got is Country.
In my blood.
I'm at a bar again,
blowing my family's food money...
Cause I got none of my own,
To spend on beers and porn mag's.
Round up ma' kids,
Take a hike to the porn shop.
Have another beer
Watch the rejects fuck.
My kids are sad and my life is bad.
But I don't need a gun.
I got country, man.
That's all I need.
That's all it's about.
That's what I am.
A load of crap...
I can drink all day and whine all night.
Make a record out of it and make some money man, yeah.
Alcohol.
Alcohol.
I'm drunk, holy fuck.
Bet you didn't see that coming.
Write it again...
I'm cheating on my new girlfriend now.
Big surprise... Man that rhymes.....
She's got a fine ass, stupid friends, a diploma and a car man.
I fit right in, I thought about it like Charlie Sheen, yeah.
My kids are sad and my life is bad.
But I don't need a gun.
I got country, man.
It hasn't failed me yet, as you can see.
I've got lots of fans and stolen money.
I regret everything.
I feel depressed.
I'm gonna drink some more, to compose my next album, yeah.
I approve. ^.^

by Zeth Rekia » Sat Aug 13, 2011 10:13 pm
Alevuss Puppet wrote:I must say, though, although all of your art is pretty interesting and such, my favorite is the skull kid one. Monster really reminds me of the ink monsters on those printer commercials. I think I remember seeing something like it in a movie once, too.
What do you do to make these? By hand? Computer? Also, I listened to DI$CORDI$ a little. How on Earth did you create those sounds? And where can I find/get those songs?
I wonder if I should try posting my poetry some time...

by Risna » Sat Sep 03, 2011 12:22 pm
WOH! That is good stuff!
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by Khytenna » Sat Oct 01, 2011 5:17 am
Zeth Rekia wrote:D!$CORD!$ - Orange Melatogenine
I could never fall in love with you
your constant dripping has made my heart rust through
I could never fall in love with you
that's how I feel about myself too
your misery flashes like raspberry flats
so mysterious, can't decide if to relax
the burning sensation in your brain
orange melatogenine I feel, when it rains
I don't need no guiding light
a golden beacon in the dark of night
shining brightly like the devil's eye
I sit and wait for you to pry
I could never fall in love with you
your constant dripping has made my heart rust through
I could never fall in love with you
that's how I feel about myself too
strapped and sealed my little saint
never feel nothin' but each other's pain
don't need no feelings when it rains
the orange melatogenine flowing through my brain
the only reality I recognize
is the one hidden behind my eyes
nothing else belongs inside of me
except my fabricated beliefs and memories
I could never fall in love with you
your constant dripping has made my heart rust through
I could never fall in love with you
that's how I feel about myself too
the best friends I've ever had
have only existed inside my head
don't think less of yourself because of me
I've got orange melatogenine coursing through my brain
well done, very talented
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by Meryuma » Sun Dec 11, 2011 3:01 pm
Niur wrote: my soul has no soul.
Saint Clair Island wrote:The English language sucks. From now on, I will refer to the second definition of sexual as "fucktacular."
Trotskylvania wrote:Alternatively, we could go on an epic quest to Plato's Cave to find the legendary artifact, Ockham's Razor.
Norstal wrote:Gunpowder Plot: America.
Meryuma: "Well, I just hope these hyperboles don't...
*puts on sunglasses*
blow out of proportions."
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