Sick

La combinación perfecta: mis videojuegos preferidos y la exquisita música que me acompaña, esa fue la mejor cura que pude haber tenido este fin de semana, para aminorar las molestias ocasionadas por el resfriado.
Escucharemos/veremos, las siguientes rolas que me hicieron compañía, la primera es de Limp Bizkit con “Crack Addict”, la segunda es de System Of A Down, su rola “B. Y. O. B.”
Enjoy it!!!

Artista: Limp Bizkit
Live At WWE WrestleMania XIX (2003)
Título: Crack Addict


You see its one for the trouble
And two for the time
One for the trouble
And two for the time
One for the trouble
And two for the time
Come on y'all and let's rock

Right about now, it's time to get busy
1, 2, thrizzy, shut the **** up
And bring that ballistic riff from the Bizkit
Straight through the speakers with the... (hey, hey)
Check this future shock of rock revolution, punk (oh my god)
Hear it comes, so shut it up
You keep on talking we're gonna shut your ass straight the **** up
Call the cops, look up in the stands
Got another riot on our hands
I pull this mic straight out my tool-kit
The fiction wanna-bes, who ruined all the music
But nevermind, those phonies never get it
The phonies just deny it, 'cause rockin' ain't a diet
Apocalypse Now, who’s talking shit now
Give me the countdown
3, 2, 1...

Argh... here we go again!

CHORUS:
Right now, let's go
Me and you, toe to toe
'Cause we can rock, we can roll

You see its one for the trouble
And two for the time
One for the trouble
And two for the time
One for the trouble
And two for the time
Come on y'all and let's rock

Now I'm gonna fill up my lungs with some butane
Turn the mic into a flame, damn that shit's hot
Super heavy, built like a Chevy
And I ain't really mad at the (hey, hey)
My significant, chocolate, three dollar bills from the cockpit (oh my god)
Round 2, you ready for a break?
You keep on talking I'm'a break you off something like this
Full throttle, better be prepared
Coming with the kick and the snare
And I'm down right dirty, ruthless movement
Why’d you have to ruin all the music?
No stopping 'til we "knock, knock, knocking on Heaven's door"
Pedal on the floor
Apocalypse Now, who’s talking shit now
Give me the countdown
3, 2, 1...

Argh.. here we go again!

CHORUS

I wanna tell you
Tell you to your face right now
Not really sure that
Not really sure I know how
Gonna try, gonna try
Give you a piece of my mind
Gonna try, gonna try
And I hope you don’t mind
I'm a crack addict
That’s right, I'm a crack addict
You heard me, I'm a crack addict
I'm addicted to cracking skulls when punks start static
It's time to panic
I'm addicted to cracking skulls when punks start static
It's time to panic
I'm addicted to cracking skulls when punks start static

CHORUS

I don't give a **** who talks that shit
**** your fake ass
All talk and no action

Artista: System Of A Down
Álbum: Mezmerize (2005)
Título: B. Y. O. B.



WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels.
Victorious, victorious, kneel.
For brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,

Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses’ dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, its Party time,
And we don't live in a fascist nation,
Blast off , its party time,
And where the fuck are you?
….. Yeah
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X4]

Kneeling roses disappearing,
Into Moses’ dry mouth,
Breaking into Fort Knox,
Stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor? [X3]
Why, do, they always send the poor [X3]
They only send the poor [x2]