Songs and Poems

[Drauka]

I'll prally post songs of mine here for feed back... Were a very versitile band with 5 people who sing, and play. So i'll post the genre (rap, rock, punk, pop, etc.)


Lil' Rich Boy. (Our Only Heavy Metal Song)

I wanna kill something like a monkey named bob.
But I can’t cuz I’m a stuck up snob
And I have to pay someone else to do it
Because I’m to rich to do it,
And I have lots of money in my hands,
And I’m trying to make you all understand
That I am a psycho born proud and true
And all my money makes me better then you.

So; Dont you wish you were rich like me,
So you could do what I do!
And look down on poor, pathetic,
Worthless people, kinda like you!

Here I am a silly rich boy,
Looking at you like your my toy,
And I got nothing better to do.
Then do anything I want to,
Too anyone I want to,
Especially to a bitch like you,
Yeah, you, a Semi-ignorant fool,
Who is just my tool.
To make more - Money

So; Dont you wish you were rich like me,
So you could do what I do!
And look down on poor, pathetic,
Worthless people, kinda like you!

I will Live forever, never gonna die,
I will be Rich forever, cuz I got a cry-
Ogenical chamber to keep me alive,
Every night when I sleep, so ill survive.
And at this rate ill live to be
Ninety Nine Hundred and Ninety
fishING FIVE!
On your declination I will strive.
Your my fishin’ worker inside.  
My moneymaking bee hive.

So; Dont you wish you were rich like me,
So you could do what I do!
And look down on poor, pathetic,
Worthless people. Kinda like YOUUU!
 

[Perdition]

oo thats not bad.  i've definatly heard worse from really popular groups.  so whats your band called?

[Drauka]

We are "Thee Unknown Artists" we have a semi popular song called "The Song With No Words." its kinda ironic. Anyways the Lil Rich Boy looks horrible on paper... but the song pumps you up bad makes you mad you know?

The Sogn With No Words (Punk Rock)

(Crowd cheers) Sing that one song that’s not on your CD!
(Crowd Shouts) WOOOOO, we Love that song, yeah!

Why do you ask me to sing it,
When it makes me feel like, such a hypocrite
When you cheer me, it fishin’ hurts
When I don’t even know, the fishin’ words,
And, I’m sick of this goddamn shit,
Well that’s just how I feel about it.

Well, I don’t know the words to this song,
Will you care if I sing this wrong,
Hey, I doubt anyone even kno-Ohs
How this goddamn song goes.

Why do you cheer, for this bullshit?
This song makes me feel, like a fishin’ idiot
Its seems you want me, to be happy,
I mean you’ve given me, all this money
And yet, you ask me to sing
Something so fishing depressing.

Well, I don’t know the words to this song,
Will you care if I sing this wrong,
Hey, I doubt anyone even kno-Ohs
How this goddamn song goes.

Then the music will stop, my voice flows
And I’ll worry not, cuz everyone knows
that I AM the greatest, even critics praise
When I leave all my fans, in a haze, craze and daze.

Cuz, I DON’T EVEN KNOW THE WORDS TO THIS SONG,
But, you won’t care if I sing this wrong,
Hey, I doubt anyone even knows
What I’m singin’ when the music goes.

(Crowd chants) Again! Again! Again! Again!
End

(Note: we dont have a CD but we have syntisizers and stuff that make it seem like a buncha people yelling. When we put theis on tape, gives it a live feel.)

[Perdition]

ooo that is a very different kind of song.  i kinda like it.  you guys should get a cd and send me a free copy LOL.

[Drauka]

The Mouth (This is a combination of Rap and Rock)

You sat up.
You gat up.
You woke up.
Then you spoke up.

And now you have a monster coming after you,
Because you’re the only fool that insulted the hair do.
But now you’re terrified, of the fact that all your friends lied,
And the worlds gonna end. You have no more luck to spend.

Cuz you got nowhere to hide, and you got nowhere to run.
Cuz you don’t even know, where he’s comin’ from.
You call home and get your brother on the line
But even he don’t wanna listen to you whine

So you ask for your mother, to get on the phone,
But she’s real busy, click, now you’re all alone.
CRACK! Darkness sets in,
This three-week coma, is the penance for your sin.
 

[Perdition]

I think that is my favortie out of the three you posted here.  

[Drauka]

This is the song we DO have on a CD we send it to record labels and radio stations and such. Trying ot makes some $$. But no you cant havea  free one.


The Blut Rote Hölle Star.  (Grunge-ish Light Rockish a little to)

Welcome to my bar, you wanna get drunk you dont have to walk far.
Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse.
Because this is my bar, The Blut Rote Hölle Star.

Right at the door there’s your prefect whore
Beer at the bar, and the shit you’ve never heard of,
Drink two shots you’ll be high like a dove.
The floor is sticky, you can’t place why,
Till a rotting dead guy catches your eye,
The ceiling is covered with stars and planets
The statues along the wall, are all granite.

Welcome to my bar, you wanna get drunk you dont have to walk far.

Dont look at the man in the middle of the room, he’s Jack
He’ll kill you, slit your throat, and never look back.
But he’s a nice guy if you’re good at chess,
You better let him win if you want your heart in your chest.
Jack-off Johnny back left corner,
Him, and his favorite girlie porner,
They’ll sit, drink and screw all night,
So when you hear the moans just sit tight.
Look at the blonde chick over your shoulder,
She’ll hold yer dick and you dont even need a quarter,
You can bang her and give her the boot, be sleazy.
But don’t get me wrong she’s not a prostitute, just easy.

Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse.

The drunk in the back his names eddy,
He’s really nice a fluffy like a teddy,
But beware for when the tap runs dry
His eyes will water and he’ll begin to cry.
In the other corner you have jimmy the nose,
No one really knows what he knows,
Everyone thinks he used to be a army scout
Because he can tell you anything you care to learn about.
Ah yes Jamie the smoker,
Pft, The lil’ marijuana toker,
Not much about that evil joker
She has a guy, but he’s to high to poke her.

Because this is my bar, The Blut rote Hölle Star.

Look over their, theirs lord of the tavern,
100 years old born and in Todes cavern.
Everyone says that he’s still tough,
You think you can tell by his look, it’s gruff.
There in the front, is Jake the fake,
I won’t deny that he’s good at pool,
And one day he’ll get caught cheating the fool.
Plus, he’ll sell you a TV, a car, a Rolex,
But he’s a sucker for kiddy sex.
Vampria in black, the gothic,
She and her friends all lesbionic
I hate it when they hold each other close,
I think the whole group is totally gross

Alcohol is free or on the house, you wanna get laid, just lift a girls blouse.

There’s Paul, you should pay his toll,
If you give enough he’ll save your soul,
Then you’ll be on Gods ultimate supreme A-list,
Even though Paul is a convicted rapist, and known atheist.
Arrest ‘em Jim, sitting near the bar,
Tons of drugs sitting in his car,
He pulls over girls, asks to rub, and then threatens with a ticket.
And pulls out his Billy club. Now where you think he’ll stick it?
Theirs an asshole over there, who will make you skin itch,
He smells like he’s been dead for years in a drainage ditch.
He never takes a bath, he never even thinks,
He always sits stares and drinks.

Welcome to the bar of eternity, a tough outer shell.
Welcome to the bar of eternity, the bar from hell.

Theirs the wench that brings the cheer,
Not in her body, but in her beer,
Even though she’s a fugly one,
Someone told me she has a son. Ick!
War hero of old, he says won a battle,
Killing soldiers from a horse’s saddle,
Yet the truth be told after a little beer,
He wasn’t a hero he ran in fear.
And finally theirs the freaky old barkeep.
He’s a fanatic, the owner, he never does sleep.
He keeps a club under the glass,
In case he needs to crack the skulls of an ass.

You wanna get a guy, a chick or a child,
Or maybe you wanna, screw an animal wild.
Its all O.K., because this is my bar, The Blut Rote Hölle Star.
You wanna leave but you can’t find the exit,
Maybe that’s because one never did exist,
Welcome to The Blood Red Hell Star,
Enjoy your stay at the bar of the bizarre.

end.


My band and I agree this is our best preformance at 6 mins. And we usely end up singing it a couple times when we in a bar, cuzza request.

[Perdition]

you need to make a cd.  i would totally buy it!!!  these lyrics are getting better and better everytime you post them.  Your rhymes are awesome

[Drauka]

Yeah well record deals are tough to get...

Voodoo Battles (Rap, with a nice punkish baseline)

Voodoo stand off - head full of fire,
Losing means eternal banishment into the mire.
-- Of Pain

Bat wings, newt’s eye’s and pig snouts,
Pickled eyes, and a few quick shouts.
Causes the ground to rumble under his feet,
His counter causes my skin to secrete
A foul little substance, it burns my mind
But to this lil’ caster I shall not be kind

Voodoo stand off - head full of fire,
Losing means eternal banishment into the mire.
-- Of Desperation

I say a little spell to cause major hydration,
He summons fire from the sky, weak retaliation.
Fire hits me bounces off like jelly,
Then a spike of earth protrudes from his belly,
He laughs and giggles as he phases out,
From my chest a dagger does spout.

Voodoo stand off - head full of fire,
Losing means eternal banishment into the mire.
-- Of Decay

Lost two in a row cant give up now,
Pull out my scepter, bone from a cow,
Spin around and catch his jaw,
He won’t under estimate me now,
Again the ground between our feet begins to shake
I giggle as he falls, it was just an earthquake

Voodoo stand off - head full of fire,
Losing means eternal banishment into the mire.
-- Of Nothingness

As he’s one the ground, he is secured
Bye the vines on his throat, victory assured.
A egg forms from then air,
Falls onto his chest, him unaware,
As it burrows and hatches.
Every part of his body suddenly detaches,
From the pits of the unholy mire comes...A squirrel?

End.

I only have one more copy writed song to post. But after that i have some nice poems. Thank you btw, for enjoying my lyrics.

[Perdition]

I wish I could here the music with these.  they are really catchy  So hurry up and get that record deal.

[Drauka]

Last post for the night, G'night its now Noon at night . BTW weve been doing this since i was a freshman. junior now. School tomarrow. bleh mind tired. Night again, im sure ill fand more songs tomarrow for you.


Girl, A song of Hate (Good old fashiond pure and unscathed rock and roll.)

I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle.
I want the little short girl, cuz she’ll rock my world.

Look at that one, she got the jiggle,
I take one glance, and shout higgle biggle.
I get up close, and try to get her number,
All’s I can think about is to be her tumbler.
It would just be my luck if she was some skit-so,
But a girl that hot, would I care? HELL NO!

I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle.
I want the little short girl, she’ll rock my world.

So we been going for a month, an I was right,
But all her personalities are oh so tight,
One little snag, and its about her dad,
The fact that I’m dating his daughter, makes him mad.
And It turns out that he’s the mid-west version of Tony soprano.
But a girl that hot, do you think I care? HELL NO!

I like the little girl giggle, with the big girl jiggle.
I want the little short girl, she’ll rock my world.

Now its our one year anniversary,
I found out she’s playing me.
Shes seeing other guys,
I’m not the only man in her eyes.
So I lose my temper - I slap that bitch.
One week later I’m found dead in a ditch.

So if you ever meet one cute little hoe.
You find out she’s crazy? SCREAM HELL NO!

[Perdition]

LOL  well goodnight.  its 1:30 my time and i should be going to sleep to.  thanx for posting these lyrics.  they are lots of fun  

[SS]

Hmmm, nice. A few spelling mistakes though.

[mole]

not bad. good luck

[matt_the_shark]

these are great.  hope you get a record deal.