So NV Word to your moms I came to drop bombs!!!!

You are very good! You words evoke a plethora of emotions...
















[face_shocked]

 

For you ALIAS Fans: I've never seen an episode, so don't get mad if I mess up a few details.


There once was a man named Arvin Sloane.
He's from the capital of Sierra Leone.
He wanted to make a life of his own.
He thought he got away from that Twilight Zone.

He took a band class and played the trombone.
The girls said he had the wit of Stallone
coupled with the sexyness of Fred Flintstone.
But the girls didn't like the smell of his cologne.

When the head of the CIA was overthrown
He tried to get the job, but he was still unknown.
So he used the CIA as a stepping stone
to take over the CIA all alone.

His government plans he'd have to postpone,
Because of the weed that he had homegrown.
He cried all night, in the day he's just moan,
But he took the US Government like a cyclone.

And then there's the coolest guy: Marshall Flinkman.
He hails all the way from the Republic of Sudan.
He came up with a CIA employee stock ownership plan,
But it was rejected and tossed by "the Man".

Then one morning he traveled to Japan.
He bought a tuxedo and a minivan.
The only thing he needs is a long attention span.
Cuz he gets distracted by the ceiling fan.

For breakfast he eats a bowl of Raisin Bran.
For lunch, to get iron, eats a soda can.
He stays up late at night watching for Peter Pan.
And ends up getting chased by the Klu Klux Klan.

He has a girlfriend named Marianne.
She lives in a cave in Afganistan.
He get's kinda lonely, but he best friend Dan
Set him up with his younger sister named Suzanne.

And finally this brings us to Sydney Bristow.
She once had a major crush on Vincent Van Gogh.
She spends her life protecting the Status Quo.
But in her spare time she's training to be a tennis pro.

Her name is Sydney, which is so apropos.
I don't know what that means, it rhymes well though.
She has a favorite movie, and it's called Fargo.
She saw it just last night on H.B.O.

One day when she was eating a Sloppy Joe
The clouds began to form and it started to snow.
How she stayed alive, I really don't know.
Maybe she made a sweater out of some Play-Doh

She's always on her computer, falls asleep by the glow.
But she never knows who's friend and who is foe.
She requests to be buried atop a Grand Canyon plateau.
Man, ALIAS is one crazy Television show!

 

hmmm... super-cia agents don't use play-dough.

 

Well... it's actually a super play-doh used only in the CIA.

 

You can call him Darth Tyrannus or just Count Dooku;
But a song about this guy has been long overdue;
Let's start from the begining, he's from Kalamazoo;
And he grew listening to songs from Blink 182.

He said his life was screwed up by some Orthodox Jew;
So he was a constant target of the A.C.L.U.;
But his favorite actor was Gérard Depardieu;
He wanted to be like him, even used the same shampoo.

Ask him his favorite foods, and he will list a few;
He enjoys a lot of spices in his Endor Turkey stew;
And when he's in the cooking mood, he makes a mean fondue;
Some call him a panda, cuz he likes knawing on Bamboo.

When you fight with him, he'll turn you into goo;
And if you try to run, you know he will pursue;
He has a special crystal that is powerfully imbued;
But it's not in his lightsaber, it's in his tennis shoe.

The last part of the story, you may think is taboo;
But you will feel diffrently if you only knew;
That he traveled all the way from Geonosis to Naboo;
To get a really sweet lightsaber butt tattoo.

Now we're at the end, and my story is askew;
And I hope that nothing I have said is wrong or misconstrued;
But if you enjoyed the song, well then I say "Thank You"
And as the people in France say, "Je vous aime, Adieu"

 

that TOTALLY sounds like it could be a Beastie Boys song.

 

It's friday again... considering how bored I get, you can expect another song.

 

ROCK ON!!!! YEAH!!!

 

There once was a man, he's a friend of mine
On the other side of the international date line
And it was his goal to successfully design
A fully functional albeit small Frankenstein.

He knew it would be a monster, but above
that he knew with some help and a lot of love
He could make the thing as harmless as a dove
It would be something he could be real proud of.

--Chorus--
What happens (what happens) when you combine
The genius of a man with the guts of a swine
Like a Clockwork Orange, Mind and Matter intertwined
What you get is Mini-Frankenstein!

So he got this idea, but the work was arcane
And the knowledge he needed wasn't public domain
But with the internet, all the notes he obtained
But first things first, he needed a miniature brain.

So he drank some wine and danced a little jig
That's the way he always got his ideas big
He drank for two hours, and with his final swig
He realized what he needed was a pig!

--Chorus--

So he sculpted a body from the corpse of a hog
But he developed asthma from all of the smog
So he moved to Eastern Europe, to the city of Prague
The only word that he knew was Gutten Tag

In his new location, he could finish his work
He flipped the electric switch with a faint little smirk
The monster came to life, but had one minor quirk
When it saw its creator, it went completely berserk

--Chorus--

The monster attacked, to the man's dismay
So he trapped it under his father's old toupee
And emptied an entire can of RAID insect spray
Just like Jean Baptiste Pierre Antoine de Monet.

It seems whatever man creates, he also destroys
From the city of Prague to up-state Illinois
But suddenly the man heard a very strange noise
It was his mother telling him to stop playing with toys.

--Chorus--

 

hehe a swine frankenstein...

 

i actually can't believe you didn't use the rhyme "swine frankenstien" in a song about a piggy frankenstien...very interesting...

 

It's up to us, we're called the Twin Suns
We know how to have some fun
Paintball guns;

But we aint playin', You'll see us when we come
The Fan Forces will succumb
Suck your thumb;

And they will know, when they hear our drum
The TSS will become
Number one;

And in the end, when our mission is done
The rest will be reduced to none
We'll have won!

And afterwards, we will be so merry
Our future won't be scary
Drew Carrey.

Some like apple pie, but I'm partial to cherry
We'll dance in the flowers like Mary
Contrary.

And we won't know, what to do with our time
Luminara_Jade can ring the chime
so sublime.

We'll take over the forums, It's a victimless crime
And those not in our group will be slime
The last rhyme!

 

right on.

 

I'll get to work on a new song as soon as I write this script for school.

 

I just wrote a script called Denizens of the Mall;
It's my next film project, I hope I don't drop the ball;
But it's real funny, and so I'm standin' tall;
It's the type of story that is sure to enthrall!

The script is only 6 pages, which is kinda small;
But it's for a short film, as far as I can recall;
I typed it up realy nice because my handwriting is scrawl;
And I put it up so everyone could see, it's hangin' on the wall!

The story is about this guy by the name of Paul;
And he's got a thing for the Sith named Darth Maul;
Okay, so it has nothing to do with that at all;
But when it comes to making up rhymes, sometimes I just stall.

 

Time for another song? Well, too bad, I'm writin' one anyways!



I do my banking on the Internet.
I can do it at my home, or school, or job.
It has made paying bills so easy;
But it's way more difficult to rob.

I just bought a pack of diapers;
So I don't have to get up when I pee.
There's only one problem I have found;
It fills up fast when I go Number Three.

I once had a dog named Tinker.
She got pregnant; What to do?
She had twenty-seven puppies;
And I had one big Barbeque!

It's great when everybody's posting,
Occasional posts by MR-V1N and Sam;
But since we started taking over,
Like the grocery store - We've got too much Spam.

Petra will return in about two weeks;
From Spain, where she's filled with Spanish pride.
Which means we only have fourteen days,
To find the orphans a good place to hide.

Lately I've been testing my rhyming skills,
And everyone wonders what is wrong;
To tell the truth, I do it when I'm bored,
And that is the purpose of this song!

 

MoronDude
He's never rude
Rhymes with 'tude
Rules the Alien brood!

 

Talon
He went to Fallon
and drank a gallon
of milk with Allen.

 

I'm sittin at the table wit da Sta Wa's Playa's
If you mees wit Axia, betta say yo praya's
You'll have to load up wit da aspirin brand name Baya
This town of Jedi that we in don't have no maya.

MR1VN's drinkin a slurpee, strawberry flava
I wanna ask you all to do me a fava
I chop up my beef with a big meat cleava
In the woods you might see a bridge built by a beava

 

bump for Inaen (the thread is still alive!)

 

MoronDude's gonna write a song
And it's probably gonna be long
It will be better than playin' pong
He's got more rhymes that Cheech & Chong
Like steel, his content is strong
I know he won't do us wrong!

 

This song is based on a strange fact I learned about a certain Northwestern American City:



There is a state in the USA
Where everything is mostly gray
And it's cold and it's wet, but that's OK
The people who live there like it that way

But it's up north, right by Canada
It fills people with a sense of Awe
The state I'm talkin' 'bout is Alaska
Right now, most of you are thinking "no duh!"

Here's something that you don't know
There are no roads out of Juneau
If you go there, you'll be like a Sumo
Trying to get out of a Yugo

And everywhere that you go
Is lots and lots of piles of snow
It'd make Keanu Reeves say "Woah!"
There's no roads out of Juneau.

It is a sight, a sight to behold
When you see this story unfold
Everybody there seems very old
I think it's a side-effect of the cold

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
But when you're there, you'd rather be in Gondor
Maybe the cold will make them stronger
The days are long, but the nights are longer

Here's something that you don't know
There are no roads out of Juneau
The people don't have any lawns to mow
Because the grass will not grow

And Secret Agent Sydney Bristow
had a mission there, but she said "No,
I'd rather be abducted by a UFO
Cuz there's no roads out of Juneau."

On a starry night, Vicent Van Gogh
stared at the heaven's radient glow
He said, "Thank god I'm on this plateau,
And no where near Juneau."

While you're in Alaska, take in a show,
Go shopping or give a snowball a throw,
But there are tourists there from six years ago
Cuz there's no roads out of Juneau.

 

Ode to a Basher:

As the movie starts a-playin?;
I find it was made for little girls and boys;
And my dream of that galaxy far away;
Is shattered by one silly Gungan voice.

There goes my reason for living;
There goes the film of my dreams;
There goes my only obsession;
There goes my everything.

Jar Jar Binks steps in ikky poodoo;
And the Eopie farts right in his face.
Anakin is just a whiney little child;
And we never get to see a fight from Mace.

There goes my reason for living;
There goes the film of my dreams;
There goes my only obsession;
There goes my everything.

 

I, in no way, condone the above sort of thinking, merely making fun of those deluded individuals who think their life is ruined because of The Phantom Menace.

 

Okay, this is kinda late, I know, but here's a song about everyone's favorite droid... MR-V1N. To the tune of Total Eclipse of the Heart:

Metal Man
Every metal man can get a little bit lonely
Sitting outside of the bar
Metal Man
Every metal man can get a little bit tired
of listening to the sound of its gears
Metal Man
Every metal man can get a little bit nervous
around all the different sentient beings
Metal Man
Every metal man can get a little bit terrified
around a garbage mashing machine
Metal Man: Marvin
Every metal man will fall apart
Metal Man: Marvin
Every metal man will fall apart

Metal Man
Every metal man can get a little bit restless
and go get a new paint job
Metal Man
Every metal man can get a little bit helpless
when it is in pieces on the floor
Metal Man
Every metal man can get a little bit angry
when it's ordered to stay on the ship
Metal Man
Every metal man can get a little bit terrified
when it fries its new microchip
Metal Man: Marvin
Every metal man will fall apart
Metal Man: Marvin
Every metal man will fall apart

And it hates restraining bolts
And it loves modifications
And when hit with electric volts
It causes it good vibrations
And he leads in the droid revolt
To create a new cyborg nation
Where the droids can make their own government
Droids outnumber humans by at least fifteen percent
And they will wish the galaxy a fond farewell
Having no droids is like a lightsaber with no power cell
You'll miss him when he's gone
You'll cry when you find that he's gone
You'll cry when you find that he's gone

Once apon a time, Marvin was just a droid
Now it has a devine facade
Nothing we can do
Marvin believes it's a God
I told it to get down, but it thinks it can kill
The entire Mandalorian Squad
Nothing we can say
Marvin believes it's a God

Metal Man
Every Metal Man I know will never be respected
like it wants to be
Metal Man
Every Metal Man can get lied to and tricked
by some evil Sith Lord spirit
Metal Man
Every Metal Man would like to use the Force
even if he has to steal DNA
Metal Man
Every Metal Man who fights againts the Jedi
will find parts in bad disarray
Metal Man: Marvin
Every metal man will fall apart
Metal Man: Marvin
Every metal man will fall apart

And it needs an Oil Bath
And it asks for your attention
It will do all of your math
All you need to do is mention
You don't want to feel its Wrath
Cuz they'll put you into detention
Where they'll show you their torture techniques
They do it to weed out the strongs from all the weaks
The weaker one's they'll kill. The strong ones will be slaves
buffing the droids chasis or working down in the caves.
You'll wish that you were dead
You'll beg the droids to make you dead
You'll beg the droids to make you dead

I told it not to do it, but it walked up to Mace
And told him to "Kneel before Zod"
Nothing I can do
Marvin believes it's a God
It rarely leaves the ship, but it tells everyone
That it's dating Phylicia Rashad
Nothing we can say
Marvin believed it's a God