war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 Kris Jenkins is awesome. No ****? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 Jade Green and thebigragu are morons. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 Kris Jenkins is awesome. That's it in a nutshell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 IJ is a post whore. I agree. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 that about covers it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 IJ is a post whore. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 very well summed up on all fronts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 I'm falling asleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 I agree. I disagree. Present your argument. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 But I have a migraine so I can't sleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 we're nearly on 15 pages. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 I disagree. Present your argument. You suck, I win. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 can't give up now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 hell, almost 8 hours until the workday starts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 Jade Green and ragu The two people who believe anything outside of the US is sub-human. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 you know how much IJ can post in 8 hours? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 it blows the mind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 Drink some coffee FFS. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 Propaganda death ensemble Burial to be Corpses rotting through the night In blood laced misery Scorched earth the policy The reason for the singe The pendulum it shaves the blade The strafing air blood raid infiltration push reserves Encircle the front llines Supreme art of strategy Playing on the minds Bombard till submission Take all to their graves Indication of triumph The number that are dead CHORUS Sport the war, war support The sport is war, total war When victory's a massacre The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill CHORUS Be dead friend from abve When darkness falls Descend into my sights Your fallen walls Spearhead break through the lines Flanked all around Soldiers of attrition Forward their ground GRegime prophetic age Old in its time Flowing veins run on through Deep in the Rhine Center of the web All battles scored What is our war crimes (Era forever more...war) Propaganda war ensemble Burial to be Bones shining in the night In blood laced misery Campaign of elimination Twisted psychology When victory is to survive And death is defeat CHORUS Sport the war, war support The sport is total war When victory's a massacre When victory is survival When this end is a slaughter The final swing is not a drill It's how many people I can kill Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 Red Bull gives you wings. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 back on topic: How much vcash do I get if I pass IJ in posts for the day? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 Hey, it's the sun!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 Auschwitz, the meaning of pain The way that I want you to die Slow death, immense decay Showers that cleanse you of your life Forced in Like cattle You run Stripped of Your lifes worth Human mice, for the angel of death Four hundred thousand more to die Angel of death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Sadistic, surgeon of demise Sadist of the noblest blood Destroying, without mercy To benefit the aryan race Surgery, with no anesthesia Fell the knife pierce you intensely Inferior, no use to mankind Strapped down screaming out to die Angel of death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher, Angel of death Pumped with fluid, inside your brain Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes Burning flesh, drips away Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil Frigid cold, cracks your limbs How long can you last In this frozen water burial? Sewn together, joining heads Just a matter of time til you rip yourselves apart Millions laid out in their Crowded tombs Sickening ways to achieve The holocaust Seas of blood, bury life Smell your death as it burns Deep inside of you Abacinate, eyes that bleed Praying for the end of Your wide awake nightmare Wings of pain, reach out for you His face of death staring down, Your blood running cold Injecting cells, dying eyes Feeding on the screams of The mutants hes creating Pathetic harmless victims Left to die Rancid angel of death Flying free (leads: hanneman, king, hanneman, king, hanneman) [ angel of death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher, Angel of death Angel of death] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 You suck, I win. Kris Jenkins told me that that's a weak argument. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 back on topic: How much vcash do I get if I pass IJ in posts for the day? LOL, Considering I could conk out at any moment I refuse to negotiate. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore. I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate I am the politician, and I decide your fate I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 Kris Jenkins told me that that's a weak argument. in that case it must be true. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 I wonder if Max would keep his word. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 Jane says I'm done with Sergio He treats me like a ragdoll She hides The television Says I don't owe him nothing, But if he comes back again Tell him to wait right here for me Or just Try again tomorrow I'm gonna kick tomorrow Gonna kick tomorrow Jane says Have you seen my wig around? I feel naked without it She knows They all want her to go But that's O.K. man She dont like them anyway Jane says She's goin away to spain When she gets my money saved I'm gonna start tomorrow I'm gonna kick tomorrow Gonna kick tomorrow She gets mad Starts to cry She takes a swing but She cant hit She don't mean no harm She just don't know What else to do about it Jane goes To the store at 8:00 She walk up on St. Andrews She waits And gets her dinner there She pulls her dinner From her pocket Jane says I've never been in love I don't know what it is Only knows if someone wants her I want them if they want me I only know they want me She gets mad And she starts to cry She takes a swing man She cant hit! She don't mean no harm She just dont know What else to do about it Jane says Jane says Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 He better. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 If he doesn't I will be forever loyal to the Soothsayer. A kind, generous and honest man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war ensemble Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 Wake up (wake up) Grab a brush and put on a little make up Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (hide the scars to fade away the shakeup) Whyd you leave the keys up on the table There you go create another fable You wanted to Grab a brush and put on a little makeup You wanted to Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to Whyd you leave the keys up on the table I dont think you trust in my self righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die (die) Wake up (wake up) Grab a brush and put on a little make up Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (hide the scars to fade away the shakeup) Whyd you leave the keys up on the table There you go create another fable You wanted to Grab a brush and put on a little makeup You wanted to Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup You wanted to Whyd you leave the keys up on the table I dont think you trust in my self righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die In my self righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die Father father father father Father into your hand I comend my spirit Father into your hand why have you forsaken me in your eyes Forsaken me in your thoughts Forsaken me in your heart Forsaken me ohh Trust in my self righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die In my self righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh's son I'm creeping death Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Jet Posted August 27, 2008 Author Share Posted August 27, 2008 Smizzy's overrated. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yisman Posted August 27, 2008 Share Posted August 27, 2008 you Indian giver Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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