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Hardest Lyrics

necro is just a downright potty mouth

Not bad Wideguy but I much prefer:

“Oohoo witchy woman you got the moon in your eyes”…
EAGLES

Any Barry Manalow song will get you pump up to kill some one.

LOL Zeb.

I think MOP are pretty hard. Shit if they rapped about rainbows with their same style they would still be harder than half the stuff that’s out now.

“I agree some of the lyrics are over the top. However, in a free society we have to put up with this sort of slime, in music and on message boards!”

Zeb Daddy, you’re killin me man. Who are you agreeing with? Nobody said anything about lyrics being over top but you. Maybe that was an automated response, but thanks again to the thought police, haha.

Fucking blame it on Chuckwick.

What about Brotha Lynch Hung? He’s such a sick mother f’r that I won’t quote any of his lyrics here because I don’t want to be associated w/him.

Slayer-Angel of Death. Read about Joseph Mengele and it means a lot more. The first 2pac album was pretty hardcore, before he turned lame.
“they finally pull me over and I laugh
remember Rodney King and I blast on his punk ass
now I gotta murder case
you speak a’ Heaven punk, I never heard of tha place
what is it ta come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask
drop tha fuckin task, now who’s tha jack ass
keep my shit cocked, cause tha cops got a glock too
what tha fuck would you do
drop them or let 'em drop you”-Soulja’s Story

“As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click
Then tha gun shot, but I wasn’t hit
I turned around it was my homie with tha gun in hand
He shot tha cop, now he’s a dead man
I said, come on, it’s time for us ta get away
They called for back up, and they’ll be on their way
Jumped in tha car, and tried ta get away quick
Tha car wouldn’t start, we in deep shit
So we jumped out, (come on, let’s take tha cops car)
We drove a little ways thinking that we got far
But I looked up and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, i’m dying in a gun fight
I grabed tha AK, my homie took tha 12 gauge
Load’em up quick, it’s time for us ta spray
We’ll shot’em up with they own fuckin weapons
And when we threw spraying, then we stepin”-Violent
I haven’t listened to rap for a long time, I mostly listen to punk, hardcore, thrash, but rap does have some violent cleverly crafted lyrics that can get you pumped.

Okay Wideguy, I have one for you-This one never fails to get me pumped up before a workout-I see freaking red when I hear it-And not one Policeman gets killed through the entire song!

"Hey! chingedy ching, It’s Dominick the donkey. Chingedy ching, ching-The Italian Christmas donkey!

(la la la la la la la la la la la la)

Santa’s got a little friend his name is Dominick. The cutest little donkey, You never see him kick.
When Santa visits his paisons, with Dominick he’ll be. Because the reindeer cannot Climb the the hills of Italy!

Hey! Chngedy ching ching-It’s Dominick the donkey Chingedy ching chig-The Italian Christmas Donkey!

(la la la la la la la la la la la la)

Jingle bells around his feet and presents on the sled. Hey! Look at the mayors derby on top of Dominick’s head. A pair of shoes for Louie and a dress for Josephine-the labels on the inside says they’re made in Brooklyn!

Chingedy ching ching it’s Dominick the Donkey! Chingedy ching ching- The Italian Christmas Donkey!"

(There are many more verses, you are probably dying for me to post them-But I am going to leave you wanting more! You did like it right!)

gotta quote some Eazy-E christmas lyrics. btw he is the godfather of gangsta rap.

"merry mutha fucking christmas

merry mutha fucking christmas

merry mutha fucking christmas

and a fucked up new year!"

lmao

LOL Zeb. You’re a bit of a weirdo.

Pretzel quoted lyrics regarding the beating of a cop, and you call me a weirdo? See how twisted you “youngens” are today? Haha

BIG had some of the hardest lyrics I ever heard. My favorite lyric of all time is from Gimmie the Loot off BIG’s 1st album.

“So go get your man bitch he can get robbed to. Tell’em Biggie took it what the fuck he gonna do”

Ahh yeah PGA

Found your father hidin in the room
Fucked him with a broom
Split him down the back and threw salt in the wounds
Who you think ya dealin with
Anyone steppin in my path is fucking fealing it
Hardcore I’ll leave ya stuffed like a pussy
Stab ya til ya gooshy
So please don’t push me

-Dead wrong BIG-

As far as I’m conserned pretty much everything that get’s touched by the Wu-Tang turns to gold.

Like this little gem.
“You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy
To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery”. - Masta Killa in Severe Punishment. In a way it’s probably not as hardcore as a lot of other stuff, but gosh darn it, it’s just good hip hop.

For some serious hardcoreness (ond old-school to boot) I present Talk like Sex by the always fantastic Kool G. Rap

"For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth,
Swingin’ with this here stud, you need practice,
i’m leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I’ll leave you holdin’ your swollen backside and rollin’,
fillin’ all three holes just like bowlin’,
Don’t ask me what the price is,
but it’s more than your battery-operated devices,
And I come fully equipped,
with a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip,
For demonstrations, watch me slam her,
you’ll notice the sound of steady poundin’,
Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can’t cop out,
i’m poundin’ ya down until your eyeballs pop out,
I’m not your ordinary player,
because you’ll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya,
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it,
or get sent right through it,
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em,
not gentle when I stick ‘em, huh,
I’ll leave ‘em lookin’ like a rape victim,
any girl who steps to it,
Ends up gettin’ their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart,
i do a damn good job,
That’s why -
Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab

Only nineteen and over permitted,
no matter how much young girls wanna be with it,
You ain’t ready for the bed,
you still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes’ head,
Come back in five years,
when ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinkin’ beers,
I’m hittin’ hookaz by the dozen,
makin’ ya wetter ‘cause I fuck better than your husband,
Givin’ ya girl back spasms,
cause G Rap has ‘em orgasm after orgasm,
Change the sheets? Ya must be kiddin’,
ya gotta change the whole box spring,
I ain’t bullshittin’, you get hit with hysteria,
cause I’ma bury a big one inside your private area,
All hell is in your tush,
when Kool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush,
Anotha homegirl flinches,
but I got inches for all you lil’ wenches,
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X,
An’ I’ma talk like sex
Rated XXX

“Can’t ya diggit, Honey?”
“Rated XXX”

Some say that I’m nasty plus,
hookaz are mad because they can’t outlast me,
Girl, you ain’t too small,
cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all,
So if you’re still confused when I’m screwin’,
let me explain to you exactly what I’m doin’,
Exploring your body like a biologist,
inventin’ new ways just like a scientist,
Taggin’ my name on your buns just like a printist,
while I’m hurtin’ your ass just like a dentist,
You’re so wild I feel like I’m a zoologist,
stretchin’ your shit more than a gynecologist,
I’m gonna twist your ass to death, miss,
and when you piss, you’ll see more stars than an astrologist,
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin’ horny,
far from corny, come and jump on me,
I’m not small and all, I won’t break down a stall,
i drive the ass up the wall,
Nuts and everything are well in shape,
the only thing missin’ on my dick is a cape,
Let’s get togetha, honey, ya never know what’s next,
and I’ma talk like sex,
Rated XXX

“Can’t ya diggit, Honey?”
“Rated XXX”

Big girls try to squash me,
but I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me,
Hit the sack cause I ain’t jokin’,
cause when I start pumpin’ shit up, I leave it smokin’,
So ya betta hold on tight all right,
cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite,
A stick, a trick, and it kills her,
i’m probably related to Long Dong Silver,
But it gets gooder and gooder,
every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter,
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip,
cause the only thing I’m lickin’ is your ass with a whip,
And it’s a real freaky scene,
i’m hittin’ girls with their heads in a guillotine,
Why certainly I’m squirtin’,
bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain,
Pushin’ your head to the pillow,
and givin’ more pleasure than a double-headed dildo,
A big ass gives me a hard-on,
but I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton,
Time or place doesn’t matter to me, sweety,
i’ll fuck you on the “A” train while I write graffiti,
In a restaurant, takin’ you straight to heaven,
in a cab or the back of 7-11,
Whether you’re white and the music you like is rock,
you can come and get some hip-hop cock,
Consider this dick on your clitoris,
but never try to flex, cause I’ma talk like sex."

Now that’s the shit. Hardcore in the truest meaning of the word.

/Jacob

Can’t forget the BEST BIG track never released DREAMS!

“Mariah Carey’s kinda scary
Wait a minute, what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they fittin’ like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love”

“I’ll put Chante Moore pussy in stitches
I’ll fuck Rupaul.
Before I fuck them ugly ass X-scape bitches”

“Sade… ooh I know that pussy tight
Smacked Tina Turner give her flashbacks of Ike”

Ahh, who could forget this classic re-recorded by Metallica?

So fucking what!

Well, I’ve been to Hastings and I’ve been to Brighton,
I’ve been to Eastbourne too.
So what, so what.
And I’ve been here, I’ve been there,
I’ve been every fucking where.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.

Well, who cares, who cares what you do.
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

Well, I fucked a queen, I fucked Bach,
I’ve even sucked an old man’s cock.
So what, so what.
And I fucked a sheep, I fucked a goat,
I rammed my cock right down its throat.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little fuck.

Well, who cares, who cares what you do.
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you.

And I’ve drunk that, I’ve drunk this,
I’ve spewed up on a pint of piss.
So what, so what.
I’ve had scank, I’ve had speed,
I’ve jacked up until I bleed.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little cunt.

Well, who cares, who cares what you do.
Yeah, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you.

I’ve had crabs, I’ve had lice,
I’ve had the clap and that ain’t nice.
So what, so what.
I fucked this, I fucked that,
I’ve even fucked a school girl’s twat.
So what, so what.
So what, so what, you boring little fuck.

Well, who cares, who cares what you do.
And, who cares, who cares about you, you, you, you, you, you.

So fucking what! Yeah!

Dustin
(who’s ashamed of what Metallica has become)

I forgot about that song, so what by Anti-Nowhere League. Thats funny. Pretty much every Anal Cunt song is like that. Thats more funny/sick than hardcore, haha. Some hardcore/punk to get you pumped, Suicidal Tendencies, Minor Threat, Agnostic Front.