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08-06-2007, 06:37 PM
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Toms Song
Nothing to see here people...
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Last edited by Noxide_N2O : 08-07-2007 at 06:17 AM.
Reason: It was a bad song
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08-07-2007, 12:16 AM
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It rhymed. And thats about the only good thing i have to say about it. It sounds like a stupid inside joke you would tell your friend after you teacher pisses you off. Not only that, i swear that i've heard some form of that somewhere before. You don't *have* to be serious about a song, but remember that most of us are here to do exactly that.
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08-07-2007, 12:55 AM
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On top of a mountain, all covered in blood,
I shot my poor teacher with a .44 stud,
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave
everybody threw flowers, but I threw grenade
I went to her coffin, she wasn't quite dead
So I took out a bazooka, and I blew off her head.
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That's the Indiana version, right there... ding dung bing bum (other redneck noises in the background). It's terribly violent and adolescent.
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08-07-2007, 06:15 AM
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yeah... I hate the song, Tom just wanted to put it somewhere...
I'll tell him it sounds like that other one... he probably stole it.
(He submitted it btw)
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08-07-2007, 04:07 PM
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Shawn
On top of a mountain, all covered in blood,
I shot my poor teacher with a .44 stud,
I went to her funeral, I went to her grave
everybody threw flowers, but I threw grenade
I went to her coffin, she wasn't quite dead
So I took out a bazooka, and I blew off her head.
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That's the Indiana version, right there... ding dung bing bum (other redneck noises in the background). It's terribly violent and adolescent.
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Exactly
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Forgive My Horrible Typing In The Meantime.
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