Scrappydoo 680 Posted May 27, 2018 Report Share Posted May 27, 2018 start of the game write and star of a verse and miss a word out and name the song and artistwho guess right gets to start there verse of any song choice with this game we all know what type of music your in to or just random xD,ill start It starts with one thingI don't know whyIt doesn't even matter ---- hard you try Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Puddingsbane 1153 Posted May 28, 2018 Report Share Posted May 28, 2018 if i got it correctly i need to complete the vers and get the name of the song or? Keep that in mind, I designed this rhymeTo explain in due time... Linkin Park - In The End______________________ Once or twice is kindThree or four is blindIt is not the end yet a way to begin... Scrappydoo likes this Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Scrappydoo 680 Posted May 28, 2018 Author Report Share Posted May 28, 2018 The power of words both good and bad Death - To Forgive Is To Suffer Shotter, hitter, serial killer,Go a your funeral and all drink out your liquor,When you are bury we a-stand next to the vicar, Puddingsbane likes this Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Puddingsbane 1153 Posted May 28, 2018 Report Share Posted May 28, 2018 Pendulum - Tarantula Fling on some dirt and make your bury a little quicker,Shouldn't test the youth them in the Tommy Hilfiger,Hug up you mama, say sorry to you papa,All a get number for the little sisterA shall we call her Ill ask her, freeza.______________________________________________ Eye on the TVCause tragedy thrills meWhatever flavourIt happens to be like:Killed by the husbandDrowned by the oceanShot by his own sonShe used a poison in his teaAnd kissed him goodbye Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Scrappydoo 680 Posted May 28, 2018 Author Report Share Posted May 28, 2018 Tool- Vicarious That's my kind of storyIt's no fun until someone diesDon't look at me likeI am a monsterFrown out your one faceBut with the otherStare like a junkieInto the TVStare like a zombieWhile the mother Holds her childWatches him dieHands to the sky cryingWhy, oh why------------------------------------ In the heart of AmericaStolen from Africa, brought to AmericaFighting on arrival, fighting for survivalI mean it, when I analyse these thingsTo me, it makes a lot of senseHow the dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo SoldierAnd he was taken from Africa, brought to AmericaFighting on arrival, fighting for survival Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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