The weirdest nursery rhyme is: Wee willy winky runs through the town Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown Peeking through the windows Prying at the locks Are the children all in bed? Now it's 8 o'clock Written from memory so a few words may be off. But what the actual fuck
I dont mind the dark nursery rhymes about death though. A lot of my family members passed away throughout my childhood so I related to them
Sweet child in time You'll see the line The line that's drawn between Good and bad See the blind man Shooting at the world Bullets flying Ohh taking toll If you've been bad Oh Lord I bet you have And you've not been hit Oh by flying lead You'd better close your eyes Ooohhhh bow your head Wait for the ricochet
I remember hickory dickory dock, but not from my mom or anyone. It was in an Andrew Dice Clay song, but I think I'd heard it/knew of it before I heard that.
you think you lost your love, well i saw her yesterday it's you she's thinking of, and she told me what to say she said she loves you, and you know that can't be bad yes, she loves you, and you know you should be glad
I went to war last night I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent Duckin' every other blessin', l can never see the message I can never take the lead, I can never bob and weave For my nigga that be letting 'em alienate me And the sound is moving in a meteor speed From a 100 to a billion lay my body in the street Keep my money in the ceiling let my mama know I'm free Give my story to the children and the lesson they can read And the glory to the feeling of all of y'all scenes Seen enough, make a motherfucker scream, "I love myself!"
Yeeah yeah yeeaahhh Yeeeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeeeah yeeeah yeeaah yeah yeah yeah yeeeeah yeeah yeeeah yeah yeeeeeeeah yeeeeah yeah (nirvana)
Call the coroner! There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing What ya think all the guns is for? All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour The criminals trying to drop my decimals Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Bet ya Biggie won't slip I got the Calico with the Black Talons loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun he shoulda packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode on you rasshole I fuck around and get hardcore C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga Feel the rough, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you? I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody coming
I had a friend once he took some acid Now he thinks he's a fire engine It's okay until he pisses on your lighter Kinda smells kinda cool kinda funny anyway satan, satan, satan... I had a friend once he took some ecstasy Tried to marry me and every one in the room He was sort of loving kinda caring, kinda tried to fuck my lazy boy It got a bit messy all over the curtains, arm chair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting (Tool)
Take me down to the water, let me feel it run over me. Let me feel the pain and the coldness, the loneliness that there must be. Whoa, can't you see their dreams, as they go drifting by? Whoa, can't you see their faces, and their tear-soaked eyes?
Sooo Let's get a party going! Let's get a party going! Somethingsomethingsomething And we'll party hard! Party hard!
Everybody's gotta live Cause everybody's gonna die Everybody's gotta have a good time I think you know the reason why
how i'd hate to see you go hate to be the one that told you so you just crossed the line. you ran out of time. i'm so sorry now you know sorry i'm the one that told you so... sorry... sorry... i'm sorry, sorry... psych, bitch.
You're only pretty as you feel only pretty as you feel inside you're only pretty as you feel just as pretty as you feel inside when you wake up in the morning rub some sleep from your eye look inside your mirror comb your hair don't give vanity a second chance no no no beauty's only skin deep it goes just so far 'cause you're only pretty as you feel you're only pretty as you feel inside just as pretty as you feel
Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde Hellenic hearts are set aflame, the hot gates calls their name A final stand, stop the Persians, spear in hand Form a wall, live to fall, and live forever Sparta Hellas Then, and again, sing of three hundred men Slaughter Persians Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender