Trying to romance that special someone? Trying to take her breath away with sweet words? Well then, try these ones on your next date.
I sing a song of hate!
Of malice and war, fire and death,
The shedding of blood on the sand,
The vengeance of man upon man.
Mine is the dance of ruin!
I walk the path of destruction,
Madness and despair by my sides,
Lament is the mark of my wake.
I bring the wine of fury!
The earth shall crumble 'neath my rage,
Heaven shall tremble at my name,
Bones of men will build my palace.
My art is the art of war!
Of the burning of cities,
Of the slaughter of armies,
Of the weeping of widows.
My heart is black as coal!
All my love burned to ash,
All my hope ground to dust,
All consumed by the night.
Well now I sure as hell know what I’m gonna occupy myself with at work tomorrow.
Why don’t you try dating boyfriend-free girls in MMCville.
Someone’s been listening to Manowar lately.
Here cometh mine poeme:
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
‘Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she’s wearing
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Rump-o’-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
‘Cause you ain’t that average groupie
I’ve seen them dancin’
To hell with romancin’
She’s sweat, wet,
Got it goin’ like a turbo ‘Vette
I’m tired of magazines
Sayin’ flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! Yeah! Fellas! Yeah!
Has your girlfriend got the butt? Hell yeah!
Tell 'em to shake it! Shake it! Shake it! Shake it!
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love,
He said don’t worry bout a thing, babydoll, I’m the man you’ve been dreaming of,
But three months later he say he won’t date her or return her calls,
And she swear goddamn, I ever find that man I’m cutting off his balls,
So she heads for a clinic and she gets some static walking through the door,
They call her a killer and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore,
But God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes,
Cause then you really might know what its like to have to choose.
I have sung for various blues and soul outfits, as well as vocalised in hip hop, metal and funk groups and this song by Everlast was among my favourites because of the deep tones of the vocals. The women love deep vocals, especially close to their ears and in the past I would sing the whole song, including the other verses, cause it resulted in the girls melting.
My now fiancee listened to the actual lyrics and called me on it, asking why I would sing something like that to her. She must be tone deaf.
[quote=Pilgrim;2347643]Here cometh mine poeme:
[B]I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can’t deny
Baby got back![/B][/quote]
damn, i miss this.
this used to be my ringtone for over a year, until my manager heard it, and told me i had to ditch it… the man just has no appreciation for a classic!
Power metal is has sucked, will suck and sucks right now. Please go listen to real metal you pansy assed fairy. And for fucks sakes…
PICK UP YOUR PANTS!!!
[quote=Squerlli;2348233]Power metal is has sucked, will suck and sucks right now. Please go listen to real metal you pansy assed fairy. And for fucks sakes…
PICK UP YOUR PANTS!!![/quote]
I think it has, at this point, but scientifically proven that while other band’s play, Manowar kills.
I’ll try to get my clothes back from your place soon, but seriously, I thought we agreed not to mention that night of indiscretions.