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трекер: CKY - Volume 1
Halfway House
Knee Deep
Lost in a Contraption
My Promiscuous Daughter
Rio Bravo Reprise
Sara's Mask
The Human Drive in Hi-fi
96 Quite Bitter Beings
Rio Bravo
To All of You
Disengage The Simulator
трекер: CKY - Volume 2
Foolin'
Fat Fuck
Santa's Coming
Shippensberg
Chinese Freestyle
Drunken Freestyle
Barbara Jean's Ass (A Christmas Song)
The 12 Days Of Christmas
We Wish You A Shitty Christmas
Тексты песен: Volume 1
Halfway House
Sometimes I get the strangest feelings
I want to bust your head in
I've got the whole world freaking
I'm just the kind of guy
All around the world
They've got their hands up screaming
Can't the gambles fly
No one knows for sure
I've got the portrait hanging around
In the picture frame
In the halfway house on life
We're not the same
Time draws a narrow streak
I'm just your average freak
Made a deal with life
I'm known around the world
I'm not the one with the open wound
You're just protection for the righteous kind
I'm not the one with an open wound
You're just protection for the righteous kind
Righteous kind...
Came of a world of trouble
I've got the hopeful freed
Made a deal with life
I know that life is cruel
My cataclystic thoughts
The mother of my dreams
Your plan betrayed my smoke screen
I'm wrapped around your screams
There's a portrait hanging around
In the picture frame
In the halfway house on life
And I'm not the same
I'm not the one with the open wound
You're just protection for the righteous kind
I'm not the one with an open wound
You're just protection for the righteous kind
Knee Deep
Some people don't know
Don't know what is wrong
So they're knee deep
Knee deep in sorrow
Lost in a Contraption
I was lost in a contraption
Took me days to find direction
Suddenly the moments collide
Finally found the fault in father
Family blood dilutes the water
I was dazed in my direction tonight
Photographed when he hit the ground
No one minds
That's my blind side
I was lost and you're to blame
A man of doubt gave me a name
The obvious was too hard to find
To watch me try is out of line
The sun will shine
To watch me die
Is out of line
The sun will still shine
What's mine is mine
The sun will still shine
My Promiscuous Daughter
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
A lame domestic fame
I call it graphic pain
Some say to innovate
I don't need that again
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
I caught my daughter giving head to my brother
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
I can't be down with my promiscuous daughter
Not just the family name
Unveiled but don't complain
Either one can feel ashamed...
I don't need that again
Some say to innovate
It rained on my parade
A resolution on new year's day
Clean up my train of thought
What can be done with my...
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
What can be done with my promiscuous daughter?
I can't be done with my...
Rio Bravo Reprise
Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over
The plan is failing....i think not
Sara's Mask
The first time I saw you I thought that i
Would just make another
And then I realized that in life you were
Just another mirror
The first words you spoke were the ones that i
Vaguely remember
But tied in a knot all the times that we
Haven't spent together
And is it your face
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind (mine)
When no one's around?
(thinking thoughts of a suicide)
And is it your face (mine)
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind
When no one's around?
And now when she leaves in the dark
Behind amber waves of cancer
A stroll in the park is a walk from her
Hopes to be a dancer
A light at the end of a tunnel that's
Been going on forever
You don't understand why these people
Are looking unfamiliar
So take my hand
I will walk you around in a mask
Why don't you tell me now
Is it your face
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind (mine)
When no one's around?
(thinking thoughts of a suicide)
And is it your face (mine)
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind
When no one's around?
And now when you leave in the dark
Inside everybody's answers
You're planning a way to abandon us
And live your life the way you like
Avoiding the urge to go sulk
In your remedial appearance
Sara I only expect to see
The whole thing a little bit clearer
So take my hand
I will walk you around in a mask
Why don't you tell me now
Is it your face
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind (mine)
When no one's around?
(thinking thoughts of a suicide)
And is it your face (mine)
That's got you down?
Or is it your mind
When no one's around?
So take my hand
I will walk you around in a mask
Why don't you tell me now
The Human Drive in Hi-fi
I can't deny it all my life
It's the token of my life
Something you would try
For the best in the obscene
Just look on the tv screen
To pass away the while
It doesnt matter if you're
Red, black, or in the sack
I've got my grip, I've got a hold
Nothing ties one down like prime time in hi-fi
But now it's getting old
People stop and stare
Here, there, and everywhere
They've got the blueprints for life
They keep pretending
The world is ending
You'll be fictionized
So stop the human drive
The fierce power switching on the
Ripe adolescent light
Terminates in five
The people standing in the lines
Have seen the film a million times
With a pocket full of dimes
So unless it is for free
You'll spin the country on it's side
To be intensified
People stop and stare
Here, there, and everywhere
They've got the blueprints for life
They keep pretending
The world is ending
You'll be fictionized
It's on this tv
It's on that tv
It's on your tv
It's on my tv
It's on his tv
It's on her tv
It's on this tv
It's on your tv screen
You'll keep pretending
That the world is ending...
You'll be fictionized
96 Quite Bitter Beings
With my perceptions in a mix
Down twenty miles through the sticks
To the cloudy town of hellview: population 96
Excessive vacancy, well maybe
In the shadow of an eye
All the strangers pass right through
Where the rules just don't apply
At the fork turn left a store
But on the right stay free from sight
'cause 96 quite bitter beings
Like to stack the bodies high
The only way to ever leave is
Overflooded by the storm
And entanglement in hellview
Brings you fear in fifty forms
They've deleted all the tourists
At the bottom of the lake
And not one supports the cause
To leave the blood stay in the veins
Here, three miles back is where we are
All we ever wanted was an answer
Civilized are close but way too far
All we ever wanted was an answer
Footprints giving clue to where we are
All we ever wanted was an answer
Civilized are close but way too far
All we ever wanted...
Rio Bravo
I've seen it done like the way the dogs do
I'll think it over, we're standing into
Your phony life but now it's all dry
Can't take it you will see
Not more than others....your phony life
Like I don't hear them,
But I'll tell you something else
When we get to the desert it's out
What we left in the past....it tears me up
Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over
The plan is failing....i think not
What we left in the past...it tears me up
It's not what you're used to
In the middle of nowhere
But I'm an old man
And I love to wander distantly
Your phony life and now it's all dry
If it seemed that I had myself controlled...
That's a lie
To All of You
The mirror doesn't look like them
I guess it never will
What would you say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me
Have you ever seen me?
As I talk it lets you down
You're finally used to me
But they never talk your way
The universe is in your hands
That doesn't appeal to me
What would they say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me
Have you ever seen me?
As I talk it lets you down
You're finally used to me
But they never talk your way
The mirror doesn't look like them
I guess it never will
What would you say
If I took a piece for me?
Happiness is your best friend
It doesn't appeal to me
Have you ever seen me
Disengage The Simulator
With the error that's in my mind
And in my soul
I'm driving blind
I got a picture in the box
That is bringing me to where I am
Yet the eyes are all affixed on you not me
For driving blind
And the first time will be the last time
That you believe
You're falling as you decide
Face down the whole world wide
Before cannot be retrieved
From all the way up here there's no end
I'm flying high
But the worst is never first
And there's a person that'll set you straight
Cancelling the force within my brain
For flying high
The simulator has been disengaged
Indifference begins to take sides
Face down the whole world wide
Before cannot be retrieved
From all the way up here there's no end
I'm flying high
But the worst is never first
And there's a person that'll set you straight
Тексты песен: Volume 2
Foolin'
F-f-f-foolin
Stop foolin myself f-f-f-faggot
Jess is a faggot, a f-f-faggot, yeah!
Fuckin foolin' f-f-f-foolin
Fuck!
Fat Fuck
I want cheese but I can't digest the shit
I'm on a leave in the middle of washington
These are some of the things I can't eat
It's yogurt, milk, and cheese that makes me shit
I can not not not have nothing
But when I eat dairy my bowels do flow
Uh-oh I think I shit myself (ohhh!)
I had some ice cream and...
I'll be back, I'm goin' to the can!
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
He cannot digest the lactose these are just the facts
Santa's Coming
You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout I'm telling you why
Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! fuck!
He's making a list, he's checking it twice
He's gonna find out who's a fucker...
And nobody's getting fuck! you hear me?
Nobody's getting any toys! fuck!
Nobody's getting fuck!
He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake
He doesn't know a God damn thing 'cause the whole fucking thing is fake
Santa, is there anything I can do?
Is there anything you can do? you can get back to work!
You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout I'm telling you why
Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! fuck!
He's making a list, he's checking it twice
He's gonna find out who's a fucker...
And nobody's getting fuck! you hear me?
Nobody's getting any more toys! fuck!
I want some fuckin *can't unnderstand it*
He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake
Your stocking's filled with coal because you're a spoiled brat-ass dick
You better make sure you learn how to spell
Cause if you don't you're burning in hell
Santa claus is coming, I said santa claus is coming,
I said santa claus is coming, I said santa claus is coming,
Santa claus is coming to town
Shit
Shippensberg
You know what makes me happy
The things that make you sad
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
I found my indecision
The product of the media grime
The feel that I control have you press rewind
And now I'm on the wings
Hoping that you'll hear
Don't bother to respond
You love to hear me again
And when the sun beams down all of your lies
Close, close, yeah close the light
The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
And you are peering down through parascopic eyes
Close, close, yeah close (conscience)
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
We'll drive the band to shippensberg and hope that we get played
And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off
The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
We'll drive the band to shippensberg and hope that we get played
Chinese Freestyle
Who wants to taste my general tso...you want to taste my general tso
I'm-a give it to you now
Who like my chopstick
Hit you when I shit with my little-ass dick. yellow
If you wanna see me eat jell-o
I never seen nothin' like you before
I can kick you higher than you can kick me
I can kick you way up into a tree
Who wants a taste of my oo-long tea? ho ha ho ha ho chi chi
Everybody in the phone book name chang wanna see my wang?
Neva good God hit the gong with a bang. waaa?
Everybody wanna see me throw a fireball but that's not right not in real life
You will fall down and break a leg
Everybody wanna see me break a leg? well I don't
But I like fried rice and I got lice
Ching chow woah ching wang woo wice
That ain't nice four for the cookie I only touch it twice
Delivery is free but not from me I only swallow dolla fifty
Fifty five. wanna see me go gaa? hit you with the lang. hai ya!
War when I hit you with the shit do a split
Take a shit have to go eat my shit kung-fu
Want my buffet? you fucking gay, ah
Wai-lo hit you with the hay stay the fuck away
Hit you in the balls. only americans eat duck sauce
And my soy sauce is for you, I can put it in your shoe
Watch this- I can tiptoe while you take a piss
In my bathroom spy on you while your little boy shits
Waaaaaaaai-yah!
I can kick you if you don't pay the bill
And if you want a little mint, that's fifty cent, bitch
Everything cost a little bit
So don't expect nothin for free, at least from me ching chang chewie
I got you from taiwan city and hong kong
I just smoked a bong and I can do it all night long
And don't mistake me for a viet cong
I can get you and tackle you take you never see me
When I get you and make you
Rope you up and put you in a bamboo cage and make you feel all my rage
Poke you with a little stick till you page your buddies to come napalm me
God damn that shit burned blew away my whole city
Ho chi minh shoot a load on your chin
God damn thats a sad goygo goodbye
And if you wanna come on in
You can work in to my world where the yellow shit begins hai ya
Can't be tamed
I got shit to control your brain and it's called
Egg foo yung, en lo main
So come on in baby and have it just the same hai ya! haaaaah!
No wok tow ung di day
Ha, I don't suppose ha haha huh?
Huhhhuhu huh
Drunken Freestyle
You can't stop it if I stop you I can
Here comes jess, the garbage man
Ooh ahh, I'll page ya on your face and then I'll place ya
Inside of my cell room, where we can fuck you in the ass with a broom
And a baseball bat, swing for the reaches
Swing for the hi-ho hi-lo bitches
Cut my toenail, left in stitches, we bleed
We used to call pants britches!
Ha yeah oh no! yes yo no mr. homo
All right let's settle down it's time for class and mr. robins brown
Aw, yeah suckas, gather up! it's about time you busted a nut!
'bout time you let go, bout time
You found out retarded people are slow
But there's more to recite cause they can't hide their true feelings
True stealing I'm jumpin' all for you
Can you feel my card hand dealing? I'm dealin lucky numbers
And if you're the next one you might stumble down that
Flight of stairs, but I don't care there ain't no help for you
There ain't no repair you might end up make you bleed
You ain't movin, chrsitopher reeves oh no! oh no!
Yo I'm still me, I'm still the same, I'm still the same I ever been
I'm still the betta best best that there ever been
And then I pissed down my throat I tried to row a boat
I tried to see ryan gee float but he just can't
He took off his pants he put frogs and ants right up his ass
Creepin' around, he was in a dream tryin to scheme
To make sure he was...(fade out)
Barbara Jean's Ass (A Christmas Song)
Up on the housetop Santa Clause
He was fidgeting with his balls
Down to the chimney with broken toys
To fondle all the little boys
Ho, ho, ho, hey lets go
Santa’s gonna give us all a blow
Up on the housetop, Suck my dick
Barbara Jean's ass makes me sick
Up on the housetop Santa Clause
He was fidgeting with his balls
down to the chimney with broken toys
to fondle all the little boys
Ho ho ho, hey lets go
Santa’s gonna give us all a blow
Up on the housetop, click click click
Barbara Jean's ass makes me sick
Up on the housetop Santa Clause
He was fidgeting with his balls
down to the chimney with broken toys
to fondle all the little boys
Ho, ho, ho, hey lets go
Santa’s gonna give us all a blow
Up on the housetop, Suck my dick
Barbara Jean's ass makes me sick
The 12 Days Of Christmas
On the first day of christmas my true love gave to me,
A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the second day of christmas my true love gave to me,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the third day of christmas my true love gave to me,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the fourth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the fith day of christmas my true love gave to me,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the sixth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the seventh day of christmas my true love gave to me,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the eighth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the ninth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
NINE, AND
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the tenth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
TEN DEBBIE GIZZARDS,
NINE, AND
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the eleventeenth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
ELEVENTEEN S.T.L.D.'S,
TEN DEBBIE GIZZARDS,
NINE, AND
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!!!
On the twelth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
TWELVE TUNA-TWAT,
ELEVENTEEN S.T.L.D.'S,
TEN DEBBIE GIZZARDS,
NINE, AND
Eight doo-doo-DOO-doo,
SEVEN CHICKEN GIZZARDS,
SIX UCLAMINGS,
FIVE GOTTA SCHMEETS!,
FOUR ROTTING CHILDREN,
THREE SEVERED HEADS,
TWO BLOODY NUTS,
AND A GOD DAMN SON OF A BIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!
We Wish You A Shitty Christmas
I wish you a fucking Christmas
I wish you a sucky Christmas
I wish you a shitty Christmas
And hate Richard Gere
I wish you a shitty Christmas
I wish you a fucking Christmas
I wish you a sucky Christmas
And a boring New Year
I bring you a stocking full of gore
I'll fuck you in the asshole screaming for more
I wish for the death of you and your kin
Now hanging from the ceiling
I'll shred off your skin
And a boring New Year
Lin ну ты ващее (((=
Об альбомах:
Моё знакомтво Camp Kill Yourself началось именно с Vol 1 и как у многих из тех кто слушает cKy? это была песенка 96 Quite Bitter Beings.
Да, раньше оооч тасчилась от неё, да и сейчас вот тоже ((= сижу её слушаю и пРусЬ! Ребятки КрутЫ!!! ХЫхХыхыХ
а вот о Vol 2 ничё чказать не могу.. ибо неть у меня пока что ентого альба...
Да))) 96 Quite Bitter Beings - это вещь))) мня тож прет))
первый раз слышу об этой группе...это рок?
vampire_girl В этой группе играет Джес Марджера, брат Бэма) ну, да, что то вроде рока)) скачай, послушай)
Lin
Хыххы, просВещаем Людей, Нах ((((=
Charly_Good Ну)) 
есть оба альбомчика..на компе.эхх..жаль) хотелось бы дисочки
ну что тут сказать.? ску как всегда круты!
ни дип фарэва) ахх..тащщусь
с вол2 у меня присуп исерического хохота вызвали сантас каминг и чайна фристайл)
made Хыхххы!!! вот появилсо у мя вол 2.
Там меня разговорчиги порадовали!!! там был разговор, где вощем они мужику задавали вопросы, тип,
Сдравствуйте, мы проводим опросы. Не могли бы вы нам ответить..
А вопрос был таков: Когда вы в последнее время Еб***сь? (и варианты ответа)
1- сегодня
2-вчера
3-не помню
Потом второй, похожий... хыххыххы
ВоТ Йа РжаааЛ!!!! 
оооо..а knee deep была в вива ла бэме како-то..я тогда услышала, думаю что за нах, а ребятки жгуть)
96 Quite Bitter Beings круто как вудулизм....у мя друган чуть мне телек не перевернул....слэм устроил мдя.... засранец
Installer хы)
скиньте мне пожалуйста этот альбом
где скачать эти треки?
Foolin'
Chinese Freestyle
Drunken Freestyle
Barbara Jean's Ass (A Christmas Song)
The 12 Days Of Christmas
срочно надо))
У меня есть все альбомы но действительно крутой это vol.1
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