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Olgerth Heidern
Keeper of the Gates
Joined: 20 Feb 2002
Posts: 106
Location: Moscow, Russia / Boston MA, US |
Would you like a beer
No, but I want some Green Novice
Don't have any, but would you like a meatbug stew
No, but I want some Northern Dark
Don't have any, but would you like a schnapps
What kind of camp is this if you don't have swampweed
Well we just don't have any
I don't like your tone of voice
*SMACK* *SMACK* Now you're dead
Should've given me Dreamcall
I hate this town
Who are you
I'm The Convict
And who are you
I'm Baal Netbek
Well that's one dopey name, you shoulda whispered it
No it isn't
Shut up
Why
I don't like your tone of voice
*SMACK* *SMACK* Now you're dead
Should've shut up when I told you to
I hate this town
Hey Lester do you smoke
No
Good cuz I don't either
I don't smoke cigar
I don't smoke no pipe
Pipe
Pipe
I don't smoke da REEEEEEEEFEEEEER!!!
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Our hearts are free of anger,
Our cause we know is just,
Kill not for joy or hatred,
We fight because we must. |
Fri Mar 01, 2002 2:20 pm |
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Remix: The way I am in Gothic
Tune - Eminem's The way I am:
I Hide out from that pack of swamp sharks with my bag of this weed, it gives me the shit needed to be the most meanest thug on this.......in this place.
In this race, I've been placed with this curse to reverse, And just curse this berserk and bizarre shit that works.
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension dispensin my sentence, Gettin this stress that's been beating me recently to open this chest
and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
but at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my face….., to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I don't know you and no,
I don't owe you a mo-therf*ck-in thing
I'm not Mr. Fisk, I'm not what you think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, you make me so sick
if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I swear you are dead meat (dead meat).. so beware
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go run to your raven, complain to your Gomez
I'll smile in the throne-room and buy you a mage-robe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)..
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me
Chorus:
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
Everyday, in Gothic, everywhere I am
I dunno its just the way I am.
Sometimes I don't feel like your brother, I hate to be bothered
with all of this nonsense it's constant
And, "Oh, it's my killer conscience -
- I when I gave Mud his sentence which got such rotten responses"
And all of this controversy circles me
and it seems like the guards immediately
points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
when you don't give a f*ck, when you won't just put up
with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a tramp's gettin bullied and shoots up the camp
and they blame it on Corristo (on Corristo).. and the ore
Where were the templars at? And look where it's at
Lees's mercenaries, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, the ore barrons
havin this happenin (this happenin)..
then attack new camp cause I went that way (went that way)..
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
to burn and it's burnin and I have returned
Chorus:
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
Everyday, in Gothic, everywhere I am
I dunno its just the way I am.
I'm so sick and tired of bein admired
that I wish that you'd just die or retire
get off of your table and stop with the fables
you're not gonna be able to say what my name is...
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
to kill my notation, the sleeper's awaken
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..
to deal with these crazy creations that think
I'm some filler who just tries to be bad cause I talk with an accent, and wield a big sword, so they always keep askin the same f*ck*n questions (f*ck*n questions)..
What fool did I go to, what camp I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out
cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it
I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for ev-ery kill that I get
But I can't say a SHIT, in the throneroom
cause Gomez takes offence to it
No I won't kiss your ass.
You can call me an murderer I'm glad
Chorus:
And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
Everyday, in Gothic, everywhere I am
I dunno its just the way I am.
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Fri Mar 01, 2002 4:29 pm |
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Olgerth Heidern
Keeper of the Gates
Joined: 20 Feb 2002
Posts: 106
Location: Moscow, Russia / Boston MA, US |
Not bad at all! 
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Our hearts are free of anger,
Our cause we know is just,
Kill not for joy or hatred,
We fight because we must. |
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Fri Mar 01, 2002 4:49 pm |
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