MY POETIC LICENCE(An affirmation)Yo! I’m the MC of ranting rebel poetryI know my history and my identityI’m independent, a red cottage industryDIY from here to eternityNow let ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Attila the Stockbroker
OH FOR THE DAYS WHEN ‘SPAM’ WAS JUST A MONTY PYTHON SKETCHThanks to the internetmy wife is a very happy woman.My penis is now forty-seven feet long it stays erect for weeks at ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Attila the Stockbroker
I guess in quite a lot of ways I grew up just like youA bolshy kid who didn�t think the way they told him toYou kicked over the statues, aroots rock rebel starWho knew that pu...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Attila the Stockbroker
BLOOD FOR OIL Armymen on TV, salivatingDiscussing tactics, almost masturbatingCannon fodder - it’s a Gulf War volunteerGonna die in the desert for the sake of a rich emirThey toa...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Attila the Stockbroker
You�ve got to be young and black to rap, right?So I�ve no chance �cos I�m old, punk rock and white...You�ve got to be young and black to rap? Wrong!Anyone ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Attila the Stockbroker
Prepubescent imagery.Empty, stupid eyes.Waif thin. Tyrannical.No fat.No body hair.No character, no love, no personality -no brain.So thin, and yet...so thick.By your anodyne compli...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Attila the Stockbroker
Here�s one about the biggest corporate power of all....�We will not let the mechanisms of death fall into the hands of men with no respect for life�(�PRESIDENTÃ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Attila the Stockbroker
While I wrote this song I was, as well, as angry as hell about what Blair was doing, licking Bush's bottom! The table (it has a brass plaque) is in the Mother Shipton Inn, Knaresbo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Attila the Stockbroker
If I gotta sit aroundand watch this I'm likely to screamAnd if you think it does not bother me my friend well you don't know anythingI am gonna finish off this drink at home so tha...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Guest Bedroom
Fall southern rainThrough my fingersThrough my veinsFall southern rainAnd wash her awayFall on this empty manDrip like nailsThrough my handsFall southern rainAnd wash her awayHer l...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Tears