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Topic Started: Jul 25 2005, 03:37 AM (581 Views)
MaxPower
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That right, who do you hate, can't stand, vomit at 1st note.


Rolling Stones, i hate then so fucking much, they fucking suck donkey cock.

Queen, read above (bohemian rhapsody is the gayest song ever)

Pink Floyd, fuck off already


More to come because i'm a hate filled person.
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spacemountain2000
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Pretty much any rap, particularly those that use the word 'Gangsta' in their name or lyrics.

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Llamapower
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Not The Mama
Anything that is a result of one of these reality tv pop idol type bollocks.

It can all fuck off.
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Grey Hair Builds Strength... and looks good too!!
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Pretty much any rap


I'll second that!!
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Caber McJock
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I agree
Rap.
Modern country.
Most "classic" rock- The Birds, Yes, Stones, Zeppelin etc. All shit. Oddly enough I like the Doors which most people I know think is crap.
Aerosmith. Holy fuck, do I hate Aerosmith.
"Pop" punk, like Simple Plan etc. Shit.
Nickelback... fuck off already.
The Guess Who. I mean they're not bad, but geez do we have to dust these guys off everytime we have some sort of event? Have we not done anything worthwhile musically since then, that this is the best we can put forward? I guess not.
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Online douche. GOLD! I need more Gold
U2. I cannot think of a single band or group I hate more than U2.

The Beatles. No, really. They suck. Embrace it.

Oasis. A bad Beatles copy. See above squared.

- Sean
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MaxPower
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The Beatles. No, really. They suck. Embrace it.

And everything they did individualy after there break up sucked too.
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Grey Hair Builds Strength... and looks good too!!
Any TV personality who's released an album. Included are Kathy-Lee Gifford, David Hasselhoff & John Tesh.
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i`ll try the vaseline in the sock tonight
Someone else who hates the Beatles, i didn`t think anyone else
disliked them. :drunk
Queen are shite aswell.
98% of chart & dance music is crap :bang
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spacemountain2000
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Jul 25 2005, 11:34 AM
Any TV personality who's released an album. Included are Kathy-Lee Gifford, David Hasselhoff & John Tesh.

Except John Schneider. He had a few good songs.
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Fuckin' SLAYER!!
Modern country- anything past 1980. Dreck. Absolute dreck.

Boy bands.

Pretty much any top-40 music. Boring and formulaic.

Contemporary Christian. If God likes this crap send me to hell with Slayer, please. I can't stand this musical saccharine that has all these people in the audience waving their hands like windshield wipers.

Polka.

Metal-core- where bands mix hardcore and European-style metal, dress in skin-tight shirts and girl's jeans and wear ridiculous hair farms who try to sound so tough and angry. Maybe if you remove the rouge, people might take you more seriously. See bands like: Atreyu, Eighteen Visions, Bleeding Through...

I hate Bachmann-Turner Overdrive. Hate them. With a passion.
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Mike The Silverback

BTO, U2 especially Bono, coldplay, Eminem, Michael Jackson, Boy bands, The Guess Who
The beatles,
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sqeezemasterflash
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If it's not metal, classic rock, classic country, jazz, blues, or classical, it's crap.

By metal I mean actual metal, not 80's hair faggotry or nu-metal Disturbed Godsmack shit.

Country is only good if the songs are about drinking yourself to death becuase your wife left you, took your truck, and ran over your dog on the way out.

Some things like Digable Planets or Jurassic 5 might be considered rap, but they're alot closer to jazz, so those are in.

All gangsta rap, pop, self-righteous punk rock, christian rock, easy listening, and the Beetles can fuck off.

The best band in the world is Opeth.
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MaxPower
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Godsmack

"I Fuckin Hate You" is a pretty good song.
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Never heard that one. If you're looking for hateful music check out "Hate Song" on The Haunted's first album.
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Jul 27 2005, 10:24 AM


Country is only good if the songs are about drinking yourself to death becuase your wife left you, took your truck, and ran over your dog on the way out.

You Never Even Called Me By My Name==David Allan Coe


Well it was all that I could do to keep from cryin'

Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain

But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin'

You never even call me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings

And you don't have to call me Charley Pride

And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore

Even though you're on my figtin' side

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me and I never minded standing in the rain

But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin' you never even call me by my name



Well I've heard my name a few times in your phonebook (hello hello)

And I've seen it on signs where I've played

But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe

Is when Jesus has his final judgement day

So I'll hang around...



(Well a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song

And he told me it was the perfect country and western song

I wrote him back a letter and told him

It was not the percfect country and western song

Because he hadn't said anything at all about mama

Or trains or trucks or prison or gettin' drunk

Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me

And after reading it I realized

That my friend had written the perfect country and western song

And I felt at last obliged to itself the last verse goes like this here)



Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison

And I went to pick her up in the rain

But before I could get to the station in a pickup truck

She got run'd over by a damned old train

And I'll hang around...
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Beautiful

Here's another classic

THE WINNER
Recorded by Bobby Bare
Written by Shel Silverstein

The hulk of a man with a beer in is hand
Looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew if I hit him right
Why I could knock him off-a that stool
But ever'body they said "Watch out,
Hey, that's Tiger Man McCool"
He's had a whole lot of fights
And he's always come out a WINNER

Yea!, he's A WINNER.

But I'd had myself about five too many
And I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and I faced the fact
That he had never stooped or bowed
I said, "Tiger Man, you're a pussycat"
And a hush fell on the crowd
I said let's you and me go outside and see
Who's A WINNER.

Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand
And he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer
My God, that man was tall
He said boy, I see you're a scrapper
So just before you fall
I'm gonna tell you just a little
'Bout what it means to be A WINNER.

He said "Now you see these bright white smiling teeth
You know they ain't my own
Mine rolled away like chicklets
Down the street in San Antone
But I left that person, cursin'
Nursin' seven broken bones
And he, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine
That makes me THE WINNER."

He said "Now behind this grin, I got steel pins
That holds my jaw in place
A trophy of my most successful
Motorcycle race
And each morning when I wake and touch
This scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got
by being A WINNER."

"Now this broken back was a dying act
Of a handsome Harry Clay
That sticky Cincinnati night
I stole his wife away
But that woman she gets uglier
And she gets meaner every day
But I got her, boy
that's what makes me A WINNER

He said "You gotta speak loud when you challenge me son
'Cause it's hard for me to hear
With this twisted neck and these migrane pains
And this big old cauliflower ear
And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine
Why, I'd shed a happy tear
To think of all you're gonna get
By being A WINNER."

I got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son
I got dislocated knees
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms
And chargin' into trees
And my nose's been broke so often
I might lose it if I sneeze
And son, you say you
still wanna be A WINNER."

"Now you remind me a lot of my younger days
With your knuckles a-clenchin' white
But boy, I'm gonna sit right here
And sip this beer all night
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain or prove
by winnin' some silly fight
Well, OK, I quit, I lose
You're THE WINNER."

Oh, I stumbled from that barroom
Not so tall and not so proud
And behind me I still hear
the hoots and laughter of the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still works
And my teeth are still in my mouth
And you know, I guess that
Makes me THE WINNER.
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Long Haired Red Neck

Artist - David Alan Coe


Country dj's knows that I'm an outlaw.
They'd never come to see me in this dive.
Where bikers stare at cowboys,
Who are laughin' at the hippies,
Who are prayin they'll get out of here alive.

The loudmouth in the corners gettin' to me
Talkin 'bout my earrings and my hair.
I guess he ain't read the signs that say I've been to prison,
But someone ought to warn him
Before I knock him off his chair.

'Cause my long hair just can't cover up my redneck.
I've won every fight I've ever fought.
And I don't need some turkey telling me that I ain't country.
Sayin' I ain't worth the damned 'ol ticket that he bought.
'Cause I can sing all them songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know.
They tell me I look like Merle Haggard
And sound a lot like David Allan Coe.

And the barmaid in the last town that we played in
Knew the words to every song I'd wrote.
She said Jimmy Rabbit turned her on to my last album
Just about the time the jukebox broke.
Yeah, Johnny Cash helped me get out of prison,
Long before Rodriga stole that goat.
I've been a rhinestone cowboy for so long I can't remember.
And I can do ya every song Hank Williams ever wrote.

And I can sing all them song about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know.
I can't help it I look like Merle Haggard
And I sound a lot like David Allan Coe

But these country dj's all think I'm an outlaw.
They'd never come to see me in this dive
Wher bikers stare at cowboys
who are laughin' at the hippies
Who are prayin' they'll get out of here alive.
The loud mouth in the corner's gettin' to me,
Talkin 'bout my earrings and my hair.

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Fuck You- DamagePlan

FUCK YOU I'M THROUGH
I WANT NOTHING MORE FROM YOU
MY SANITY IS WEARING THIN
IRATE, I HATE
YOU DETERMINED YOUR OWN FATE
NOW EVERYTHING IS CAVING IN

FUCK YOUR POWER TRIP AND
FUCK YOUR ATTITUDE AND
FUCK YOUR BLOATED EGO TOO
FUCK YOUR HISTORY, YOUR TRAGEDY, YOUR MISERY
BUT MOST OF ALL.......FUCK YOU!

FUCK THIS, ALL OF THIS
BITCH AND MOAN AND BLEED AND PISS
SECONDS AWAY FROM GOIN' DOWN
GO AHEAD AND PUSH ME
YOUR FAKERY, YOUR BUTCHERY
IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MY HATE FOR YOU

FUCK YOUR APATHY AND
FUCK YOUR EMPATHY AND
FUCK YOUR NIHILISM, TOO
FUCK YOUR BITTER PILLS, TAKE EM ALL, YOU
NEVER WILL
BUT MOST OF ALL.......FUCK YOU!

NOTHING CHANGES, NOTHING FAZES, NOTHING
STAYS THE SAME

FUCK YOUR POWER TRIP AND
FUCK YOUR ATTITUDE AND
FUCK YOUR BLOATED EGO TOO
FUCK YOUR HISTORY, YOUR TRAGEDY, YOUR MISERY
BUT MOST OF ALL....... MOTHERFUCKER FUCK YOU!
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The Haunted
Hate Song

Two and twenty for the hole in you. A meat cleaver comb to run you through.
Lethal gas will make you cough. A car crash scene to finish it
off. Pain! True definition-Truth is pain-Truly addicted. So don't you
worry about your earthly rest, I'll dig the fucking hole myself. Pain!
Truly addicted-Life is pain-I am addicted-to this pain…Hate song!…(I live
to bury you)…Stabbing and shooting and ripping the life out of you. I get
off and I wish that you could too! Open chest tickle will quiver your
bones. Just lay back and chill. ´cos I run this show. Pain! Truly
addicted-Life is pain-Life is infected-by this pain……Hate song!…(I live to
bury you)…There's no need to explain, you know who you are. I deliver the
pain, I'm the baddest by far…Die onehundredthousand times, One million
ways to…Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate song!
Lifelong! Hate song!
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Bloodbath
Mass Strangulation

40 people or more - tied to hands and feet
awaiting strangulation - darkening deceit
rope around the neck - eyes falling out slow
extreme asphyxiation - blackened murder flow
your eyes start to spray, panic in dismay
deathwish appearing fast
insanity supreme, praying to be free
guts explode in a blast

gasping for breath as you faint into death
black hallucinations and shadows ahead
severed and maimed, body is drained
swarming of flies round the dead
bodies split in five - bodies float in carnage

mass strangulation
hysteric conjuration
macabre infestation
worship defecation
soul evisceration
death hallucination
malignant humiliation
ritualistic suffocation
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American Dream
-- Hank Williams, Jr.

Too many lawyers in football
Baseballs gotta few
The pitcher got a million dollars
and the quarterback he got 2
Pitcher threw his arm away
and the quarterback burned his knee
And this they did so they could live the american dream
Now there are some preachers on tv with a suit and a tie and a vest
they want you to send your money to the lord but they give you their address
Cause all of your donations are completely tax free
God bless you all but most of all send your money
Do you really want it?
Do you really need it?
Ya gotta keep on grindin just ta try ta keep it
Ya got no time for yourself ya got more ba roe jim beam
Your goin crazy dreamin
The american dream
Reagan is a cuttin the budget makin the democrats scream
Says we gotta control inflation Quit spendin our money on everything
But this years tax increase why its the biggest in history
Round and a round we go where we stop who knows
The american dream
Do you really want it?
Do you really need it?
Ya gotta keep on grindin just ta try ta keep it
We got no time for ourselves ya got more ba roe jim beam
Your goin crazy dreamin
The american dream
Your goin crazy dreamin
The american dream
Hail to the chief
he he hell yeah
he he
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C.W. McCall
Classified


I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob."

Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, "Hello, this is Bob speakin'." I says "This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?" He says, "Yeah." I says, "Where are ya?" He says, "Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold."

Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and Bob come out and says "Whaddya want?" I says, "Come to see your truck." He says, "Follow me. Come on, Frank." (Dog's name is Frank.)

Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. And settin' right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says "Vote for Dick" and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says "Whaddya think?".

Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin' in the glove compartment. He says, "Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don't pay no mind to that whirrin' sound. She use a little oil, but outside a' that, she's cherry."

I says, "What'll take?" He says, "What've you got?" I says, "Twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents." He says, "You got a deal. Sign here, I'll go get the title and a can full of gas." I put the nail in the slot and fired 'er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a' smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard.

Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says "You better'd get on out of here."

I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. He says, "I've seen better stuff at junkyards and where'd you ever get that truck?"

I says, "That's a long story, Harold. I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks..."
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He Stopped Loving Her Today, George Jones

He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you

I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

(Chorus)
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)
You know she came to see him one last time
Oh and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

(Repeat Chorus)
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Anthrax
NFB

We fell in love at first sight
I can't explain the feelings
When I first saw you
We were so happy
A life of love sweet honeychild
You'll always be mine
But then I played the fool
I never meant to hurt you
Or sleep with your friends
We reconciled we found ourselves
Our love was meant to be
Oh, baby can't you see
You left me standing in the mind
Crying to myself
A heart so full of pain
But we full in love again
This time forever
True love prevails over all
She got hit by a truck
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