oh shut up about your god-damn 'flaming' i'm protesting towards it! youre obviously too thick to notice it!
yes your right where all stupid. And thats weird disorder cos i actually have a crazy uncle kevin,you should get promoted in fugly,your obviously a higher life form than the rest of us.
The song you used for your username and the stupid ass teeny bopper attitude you are projecting based upon the retarded song only serves to demonstrate without a doubt that you are congenitally unfit for anything but wasting space and exuisitely susceptabe to marketing bullshit by other wastes of space. You are just as bad as the dumbasses teeny bopper dudes that dress themselves up as marilyn mason with black lipstick. You are an idiot. Somebody ban this tard. He's worse than emo if you ask me. I am hated by slipknot: The whole world is my enemy - and I'm a walking target Two times the devil with all the significance Dragged and raped for the love of a mob I can't stay - because I can't be stopped Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses Let me tell you how it's gonna be I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me Welcome to the same ol' fucking scam Same ol' shit in a dead fad Everybody wants to be so hard Are you real or a second rate sports card? They all lost their dad or their wife just died They never got to go outside - SHUT UP Nobody gives a fuck it doesn't change the fact that you suck (We are) The anti-cancer (We are) The only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) Bipolar gods (We are) You know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore Now I'm not pretty and I'm not cool But I'm fat and I'm ugly and proud - so fuck you Standing out is the new pretension Sreamline the (sic)ness, half-assed aggression You gotta see it to believe it, we all got conned All the mediocre sacred cows we spawned Put your trust in the mission We will not repent - this is our religion (We are) The anti-cancer (We are) The only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But waht's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) Bipolar gods (We are) You know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore I AM HATED YOU ARE HATED WE ARE HATED Everything sucks and I can prove it Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it Individuals, indispensable I'm the paradox deity vessel ...the other side holds no secret But this side is done, I don't need it Before you go, you should know you're breaking down You'll be rotten by the time you're underground (We are) The anti-cancer (We are) The only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) Bipolar gods (We are) You know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore (We Are) The source of conscience (We Are) Distorted sentients There's only one thing left And I can't leave until it's sated (We Are) The absolute (We Are) Controlling you They're closing in, I can't escape I AM HATED
"Iowa" was not Slipknot's best effort. "Subliminal Verses" is good but I still prefer the self-titled CD. "Pulse of the Maggots" from Subliminal and "Spitit Out" from the self-titled are my favorite tracks. I saw them once live and they put on a good show. The live DVD is ok but you can't replicate the crowd excitementon TV. Um, I mean, duurrr, I like deaf-metal.
How does it feel to be so fukn stupid that you buy into all the latest fads and marketing bullshit hook line and sinker making a bunch of accountants and record companies rich and paying for a bunch of guys with IQs in the 50's hookers and liquor before they lose all their money and overdose becasue of their complete lack of awareness to what is really happening.
Ive seen slipknot a few times couple of times at donnington and once at the ozzfest they put on an awesome show.
Anyone who calls themselves a bipolar god in a song should be shot in the head. Bipolar people can be the most annoying clueless pieces of shit you will ever meet. I had to go see a bipolar women in the hospital and try to examine her the other day and she kept hitting on this retarded goon "sitter" who looked like he was an abortion that lived and talked like one as well. She does nothing but spend our tax dollars with her medical bills after repeatedly crashing into people with her car.
What happened to the good old days when dorks with over-active imiginations sat around by themselves in basement playing dungeons and dragons while the rest of the world passed them by.
I hate pop culture bands marketing to tards and I refuse to apologize for it. Gwar was the only one I liked because he was making fun of the dipshits buying his records. Didn't buy any of his records by the way.
Ozzie was not part of a rip off band having come up with some original music with artistic merit so I don't put him in the same category although I don't listen to much of his music anymore like when I was younger.
Actually, Gwar isn't just one dude and I think they are about to trying to make a comeback. http://www.gwar.net/ : GWAR (an acronym for God What an Awful Racket) is thrash metal's answer to the more mainstream satire of Spinal Tap. Gory, sexually perverse, and scatological in the extreme, GWAR was formed at Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond as an experiment in marketing strategy by several musicians, art students, and dancers. The group claims to consist of all-powerful interplanetary warriors, descended from aliens stranded in Antarctica and initially created from the lowest filth in the universe, who have come to Earth to sexually enslave and/or slaughter the human race. All members perform under aliases; the main group consists of Oderus Urungus (vocals, born David Brockie), Balsac the Jaws of Death (guitar, born Steve Douglas), Flattus Maximus (guitar, born Peter Lee), Beefcake the Mighty (bass, born Michael Bishop), and Jizmak the Gusher (drums, born Brad Roberts). Auxiliary characters include Techno-Destructo (occasional vocals, born Hunter Jackson), Slymenstra Hymen (born Danyelle Stampe), The Sexecutioner (born Charles Varga), and Sleazy P. Martini (manager, born Don Drakulich). The group performs in bizarre costumes made of latex and papier-mache, and their stage show features fake pagan rituals, corpses spewing washable bodily fluids on the audience, and sometimes a mechanical giant maggot. Not surprisingly, authorities in several locations have not taken kindly to the group -- Charlotte, North Carolina fined Urungus on an obscenity charge and banned them for a year, while police in Athens, Georgia shut down a concert in 1993. With the help of the ACLU, GWAR sued and settled out of court, donating their award to charity. GWAR is best appreciated with its visual aspects, which are far more creative than their music; indeed, the group received a somewhat stunning Grammy nomination in 1993 for its long-form home video Phallus in Wonderland. Gwar have survived numerous personel changes over the years, something easier for this band than most as the "characters" never change only those playing them. Despite a decline in media attention, Gwar have proven to be a consistent live act and with each new stage act they have recorded a new album. Unlike most career bands though, Gwar have released almost as many full-length videos as they have albums. Along with the previously mentioned Phallus in Wonderland they have also assaulted the eyes with Skulhed Face (1994), Rendezvous with Ragnarok (1997), Dawn of the Day of the Night of the Penguin (1998) and It's Sleazy (2001). Musically, Gwar's early gem Scumdogs of the Universe (1990) is considered to be one of their most entertaining. Their subsequent albums, including This Toilet Earth (1993) and We Kill Everything (1999), have repeated many of the shock themes that gained them notoriety early on. After a few Gwar-less years, the band returned in 2004 on a new label, DRT Entertainment, with a new album War Party. The following year Live at Fuji was released. The band returned to the studio in 2006 for Beyond Hell. ~ Steve Huey, All Music Guide