Yyo...
Put one up for shackle-me not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple-sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick pokin' your patience.
Y'all catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative med platoon, bloom, head-trip split ridiculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation fuck-up with trickle-down anti-hero smack--
Crackin'!
I pace me game for zero hour completion greetin' splash
Duke of early retirement, pick a dream, American nightmare hoggin' the screen
--I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
If you'd stop followin' me 'round the jungle gym.
Now it's Honor and I spell it with the H I stole from Heritage
Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming resonance
I promise: temperance towards breed with a leaning conscious
See, the creed acts sense responsive, but my sports supports the wattage, and I'm sleeping now! (Wow!)
Yeah, the settlers laugh,
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash!
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags!
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs! You won't be laughing!
And I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em.
This origami dream is beautiful, but man, those wings'll never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket,
Now settle down.

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way,
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way. (2x)

(Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x)

--Slacker bounded intimate tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed, divvy crumbs for the better souls
With seven deadly stains, adhere the blame to crystal conscience,
The result's a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished.
Ok, link me to activism chain, activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating xenobit Pendragon
I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (Alley gospel)
Sinking yer Lincoln-Log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
--I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the badge dream sparkle in my brick wall windows
Another thick installment of one night in Gotham without the wretched "Houston we have a problem
--Attached to the festive batch of city goblins"
Who split holiday freak on a box-cut cinema high road bellow
Head gripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
We're all feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch! Life is a beautiful woman
You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy.
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess.
Kiss the speaker wire; Peter Pacifism pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black upon vigils
Here to duck hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature, and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
(Metal Captain) This cat is asking if I've seen his bit of lost passion
I told him yeah, but only when I pedaled past him.

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way,
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way. (2x)

(Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x)

What song is that? o_O

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd_W_x3nclY

It's a fucking magnificent song

Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love

Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill the populace for stability, jeopardy's a stickler
Its bob and weave amalgam played the falcon to your fixture
I branch out, arms flailing backwards
wailin upon a tidy sound circuit
slightly foul Gershwin
with a bed of nails and drumlust plus disgusted service
workin in shifts opposite the asbestos brain furnace
I be the now observatory eye ear antenna feeler
Spittin like a dragon with a similar demeanor
stood innocent bystand witness the diehard fans turn Rip Van
in the poppy fields of N.Y.'s orchestrated brick gauntlet
Now I'm thinkin who am I Jabberwocky Superfly bent left
Pushin war without the ten step cushion and what (what)
I plan to hold this beat positive sacred in these golde veins
Until the day I die from grimace overload
It's shock (it's shock)
treatment offered by the weekend
dystopian getaway, let's display the sequence it goes:
One for the heartless thievery turning my guardian angel harpless
And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (under the carpet)
I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure
And charge cats for labeling me shepherd
"That'll be Six Fifty plus tip darlin,
I take cash, credit, check, money-order, gold and cigarette cartons"
Huh, got caught up in the universe tryin to zoom in on stardom
Forgot the passion plus the hatred, both were based in Carbon
Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop
And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop
Kill em all, yield
(naw man It wasn't me it was Holden Caulfield brother
I just read and pulled the trigger)
Oh God, well leave me to tiptoe past the pearly gates
capture the halo, jet back to base, step past the chase
the bad taste of jet-lag and weight slackers
There aint nothin broken, where you at?
The pistons pump perfect, where you at?
The bass tone is Merlin, where you at?
This service is a urgent workin surgeons
Purging formulas lookin for an improper cause is whack

(Chorus 2x)
What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, honestly)
What are you saving, honestly? (honestly, no honestly)
What are you saving, honestly? (damn)
Promise me you gon shut the fuck up and recognize
What you holdin aint really broken?

I don't flick neeedles like my sick friend (friend)
I don't march like Beetle Bailey through a quick trend (trend)
I don't frequent church's steeples on my weekend (end)
And I don't comment if you formulate a weak Zen.
All I ever really wanted was a getaway
I'ma take a chance by letting the rook slide forward outta my hands
I can not agree to follow a leader along the borderline of war
without a reason for the ready, aim, score
Bring out your dead we can put em in a pile
and burn em with the novels for the kiddies to admire
Kill the ones that speak from a different life
Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...
Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender
Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but
I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy
(and for the record I'm bringin my t.v. with me)
Yo, let the commoners speak publicly
Then disperse eye jammies for cats that swear by third pupil
But can't see past the loophole
Motherfucker, my word is born like Siamese triplets
With doctor, lawyer, rocket scientist promise
(let em grow leisurely)
Hey Mom, I'ma fix without my probe along this path
Once my shpeel's perfected I'ma save you a seat in the front row
Of Aesop Rock's twelve steps to shut the fuck up seminar
And when all these bickering crowds turn solid you gon be proud
I tack hacks to the (backboard)
Honesty's a (latchcord)
Fury's far from (obsolete)
Serenity's a (crack war)*
Raw caricature of mayhem standard branded by the labor
With a thousand reasons to end this for every one of you saviors
Saw the brightest burst ironically wide from the vacant stage
Gave it a pound for burning where bunk ratio's engaged
Keep me posted as to when you grasp something mature to
sit and sulk about mister, and I'll consider pickin up your record

(Chorus 2x)

The Authors, they aint got nothin to save
The Overground, man they aint got nothin to save
Def Jux, they aint got nothin to save
The Addams Family, they aint got nothin to save
Weightless, they aint got nothin to save
Stronghold man, they aint got nothin to save
Rhymesayers baby, they aint got nothin to save
Aesop Rock, I aint got nothin to save

Fuck. Stop Trolling This Thread Bitch.

There is no trolling going on here, bitch.

There is, you're not fucking parodying anything, just listing lyrics you fucking whore.

Looks like somebody doesn't know what troll means ;)

And it's obviously you, Kanye.

If I was trolling, I would be purposely trying to get people angry, am I doing that? No.
So no, Devas. It's not me.

You made him insult you, which means that he got angered by your posts...
And then you claim that you're not trolling... Ah, that's so subtle...

I think he got angered at my post because he clearly has nothing better to do. Have you honestly not noticed that "THE_REAL_ATHEIST" gives bitchy replies to just about everybody?

No, I honestly am angry with your fucking posts.

Calm down.

You better chill with pill around Jill

Damn why not able to remove posts for first 5 minutes?

I clicked 'Send Post' by accident.

Btw, 'Send Post' is a grammar fail, as is 'Ace of Spades Game Forums'.
The way they should be: Send post >>. Ace of Spades game forums

@Kanye
Fuck yourself.

@Monsteri
Agreed.

@Devas
Thanks for being the only sane one around here.

all of u r trolling my topic
monsteri, your post is also grammar fail, ur ment to say "by accident" NOT "in accident"
this forum loves picking out typos

yeah, well FUCK YOU ATHIEST. you're nothing but trouble on these forums.
bet you can't even integrate 1/(1+x^2)dx without using wolfram alpha. trivial elementary math fail : (.

idc

LOL. fagn00b.
http://ace-spades.com/forums/topic.php?id=1506
See ^^

Bump, this thread needs more parodies.

Oh, written in the stars, a million miles away, a message to the main oooohh.
Seasons come and go, but I will never change, and I'm on my wayy-y-yy.

Oh, sprayed in the map, by dumb hacker kid, griefing will always remain oooohh.
Snipers kill and run, but I will never change, just building the foo-o-oort.

bump

These bunch of Deuce, a band of brothers.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZjEk2QEb8c

if you like to grief stuff i tell you im your man
you grief some troll some its all the same to me
the pleasure is to break it makes no difference what you say
i dont share your greed, the only game i need is
the ace of spades
the ace of spades

When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at yea
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on

Uh! I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams
See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams?
Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat
That's whiter than what's spilling down your throat
The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs
The interior like suicide wrist red
I can excercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed
Cheat on your man ma, that's how you get ahizzead
Killer wit the beat, I know killers in the street
Wit the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat
So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit
Trying to ask me shit
When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon pass me shit
You should think about it, take a second
Not a fact, you should take four B
And think before you fuck wit lil skateboard P

I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that
Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
"two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo

I'm a Bad Boy, wit a lotta ho's
Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I'm a real Boss
Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp
On the TV screen and in the magazines
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun so you wanna pop back?
AK47 now nigga, stop that!
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
You're family's crying, now you on the news
They can't find you, and now they miss you
Must I remind you I'm only here to twist you
Pistol whip you, dip you then flip you
Then dance to this motherfucking music we crip to
Subscribe nigga, get yo issue
Baby come close, let me see how you get loose!

Ace of Spades!

bump

I like ATHIEST more than THE_REAL_ATHEIST. THE_REAL_ATHEIST is a faggot.

does that mean u still hate me
so is it just that u hate the real atheist so much that anyone is better than him