Georgia Tech
"White & Gold"
(Played after a touchdown)
So then it's up with the White and Gold
Down with the Red and the Black
Georgia Tech is out for a victory
We'll drop our battle axe on Georgia's head, CHOP!
When we meet her our team will surely beat her
Down on old Georgia's farm there'll be no sound
When our bow wows rip through the air
When the battle is over Georgia's team will be found
With the Yellow Jackets swarming around.
"Ramblin' Wreck"
(Played after the PAT)
I'm a Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech and a hell of an engineer,
A helluva, helluva, helluva, hell of an engineer,
Like all the jolly good fellows, I drink my whiskey clear,
I'm a Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech and a hell of an engineer.
Oh, if I had a daughter, sir, I'd dress her in White and Gold,
And put her on the campus, to cheer the brave and bold.
But if I had a son, sir, I'll tell you what he'd do.
He would yell, "To Hell with Georgia," like his daddy used to do.
Oh, I wish I had a barrel of rum and sugar three thousand pounds,
A college bell to put it in and a clapper to stir it around.
I'd drink to all good fellows who come from far and near.
I'm a ramblin', gamblin', hell of an engineer.
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Il Duce's Prayers
"And when I vest my flashing sword And my hand takes hold in judgement I will take vengeance upon mine enemies And I will repay those who hase me O Lord, raise me to Thy right hand And count me amoung Thy saints ."
"Whosoever shed last blood. By man shall his blood be shed. For immunity of god make he the man. Destroy all that which is evil. So that which is good may flourish. And I shall count thee amoung my favoured sheep. And you shall have the protection of all the angels in heaven."
"Never shall innocent blood be shed. Yet the blood of the wicked shall flow like a river. The three shall spread their blackened wings and be the vengeaful striking hammer of god. "
And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti
About me:
Juggalo be thy name, Hatchets be thy game, fuck with one you fuck with all we never travel alone and are always ready for anything, so be wise and just pass us by and dont say we shine, we are creatures of the night and will always be there when a fellow Juggalo needs us, we stand by the Wicked Clowns and all they stand for, so for all Juggalos and Juggalettes stand firm and always be ready. Our Father of Shangri-La Hallowed be thy name If the world turns over save me From Thy fiery rain Keep me pure Keep me clean As the lotus grows I ask you for forgiveness Save me from the crows Pass this on if your down with Wicked Clowns WHOOP WHOOP!!
WHEN I DIE SHOW NO PITY
SEND MY SOUL TO JUGGALO CITY
DIG MY GRAVE 6 FEET DEEP
PUT 2 MATCHESS BY MY FEET
PUT 2 HATCHEST BY MY CHEST
TELL MY HOMIES I DID MY BEST
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In the Clown is what we trust
In Juggahoes we bust
If you kill a bigot, you win a prize
If you kill a Juggalo, YOUR WHOLE FAMILY DIES
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You scored as Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler is a very symbolic X-Man. He is persecuted by society because of his devilish looks, but it is his faith in God that gives him strength. He is a very gentle x-man but he does know how to fight and he enjoys fencing. Powers: Teleportation
Who I'd like to meet:
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on
You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'
On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'
On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half
Tryin' to talk sh*t, man, please don't make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'
The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'
Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg
It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off
We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
No one has it, just us that's it
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head
Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man
You got no heart, here comes the good part
I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
No f**kin' around
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
You shouldn't play, and by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya
~House Of Pain~ Top O' The Morning To Ya
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Georgia Tech
"White & Gold"
(Played after a touchdown)
So then it's up with the White and Gold
Down with the Red and the Black
Georgia Tech is out for a victory
We'll drop our battle axe on Georgia's head, CHOP!
When we meet her our team will surely beat her
Down on old Georgia's farm there'll be no sound
When our bow wows rip through the air
When the battle is over Georgia's team will be found
With the Yellow Jackets swarming around.
"Ramblin' Wreck"
(Played after the PAT)
I'm a Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech and a hell of an engineer,
A helluva, helluva, helluva, hell of an engineer,
Like all the jolly good fellows, I drink my whiskey clear,
I'm a Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech and a hell of an engineer.
Oh, if I had a daughter, sir, I'd dress her in White and Gold,
And put her on the campus, to cheer the brave and bold.
But if I had a son, sir, I'll tell you what he'd do.
He would yell, "To Hell with Georgia," like his daddy used to do.
Oh, I wish I had a barrel of rum and sugar three thousand pounds,
A college bell to put it in and a clapper to stir it around.
I'd drink to all good fellows who come from far and near.
I'm a ramblin', gamblin', hell of an engineer.
Juggalo be thy name, Hatchets be thy game, fuck with one you fuck with all we never travel alone and are always ready for anything, so be wise and just pass us by and dont say we shine, we are creatures of the night and will always be there when a fellow Juggalo needs us, we stand by the Wicked Clowns and all they stand for, so for all Juggalos and Juggalettes stand firm and always be ready. Our Father of Shangri-La Hallowed be thy name If the world turns over save me From Thy fiery rain Keep me pure Keep me clean As the lotus grows I ask you for forgiveness Save me from the crows Pass this on if your down with Wicked Clowns WHOOP WHOOP!!
WHEN I DIE SHOW NO PITY
SEND MY SOUL TO JUGGALO CITY
DIG MY GRAVE 6 FEET DEEP
PUT 2 MATCHESS BY MY FEET
PUT 2 HATCHEST BY MY CHEST
TELL MY HOMIES I DID MY BEST
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In the Clown is what we trust
In Juggahoes we bust
If you kill a bigot, you win a prize
If you kill a Juggalo, YOUR WHOLE FAMILY DIES
Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight, then step up and we'll get it on
You gotta right to the grill, I'm white and I ill
A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken
Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'
On a fist full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'
On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the half
Tryin' to talk sh*t, man, please don't make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'
The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'
Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg
It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off
We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
No one has it, just us that's it
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head
Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man
You got no heart, here comes the good part
I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
No f**kin' around
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
You shouldn't play, and by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya
~House Of Pain~ Top O' The Morning To Ya
