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Team Lilly    Presents
Round 3 of



BEGINS SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10TH

\:D/ \:D/ Awwww yeah we're back. \:D/ \:D/ 
After hosting round 2 which got even MORE interest and support, I just had to host another with how much I like doing this. ;)

Will there be a new winner, or our first two-time champion?

How to Play:
1) Starting Saturday, November 10th, I will post three songs' lyrics in their entirety every day of the week and the object of the game is to figure out what the song is.
The catch? The lyrics are going to be modified into Elizabethan style literature - the style Shakespeare wrote in!

2) Every correct answer will earn the person points. Points will be awarded as follows:

1st to correctly answer = 5pts
2nd to correctly answer = 4pts
3rd to correctly answer = 3pts
4th to correctly answer = 2pts
All other correct answers = 1pt

This is per song, not per day, so you don't have to guess every song.
Some songs may be extremely popular and easy while some may be lesser known or in lesser listened-to genres to make it more difficult.
PM me your answers. This time I will not post the answers to previous days until the end so that people can PM their answers throughout the week to get caught up but remember, the first to answer gets the most points. :)

3) The title of the song must be ENTIRELY correct. Any misspellings, grammatical errors, wrong versions of the song (forgetting to add in a featuring artist), or wrong versions of a word (gangster =/= gangsta) will receive 0 points.

4) Lyrics will be posted randomly on each day to try and increase fairness. No promises that I'll be able to cover a lot of different times though.


Good luck! If you have any questions let me know.


FINAL RESULTS

1. Nikkie - 71
2. Tracie - 63
3. Jager_Candy - 15
4. Krazy Golf - 14


PREVIOUS WINNERS

Round 1 Winner: Nikkie
Round 2 Winner: Tracie


ANSWERS:
Day 1:
Song Lyrics - #1 - Kris Wu - November Rain
Song Lyrics - #2 - Hollywood Undead - Live Fast Die Young
Song Lyrics - #3 - Backstreet Boys - Chances

Day 2:
Song Lyrics - #4 - XXXTentacion & Lil Peep - Falling Down
Song Lyrics - #5 - Imagine Dragons - Bad Liar
Song Lyrics - #6 - Halsey - Walls Could Talk

Day 3:
Song Lyrics - #7 - Troye Sivan - Animal
Song Lyrics - #8 - Post Malone - Paranoid
Song Lyrics - #9 - Desiigner - Overseas ft. Lil Pump

Day 4:
Song Lyrics - #10 - Quavo - Go All The Way
Song Lyrics - #11 - Eminem - Killshot
Song Lyrics - #12 - Lady Gaga - Always Remember Us This Way

Day 5:
Song Lyrics - #13 - Device - Vilify
Song Lyrics - #14 - Nothing More - Go To War
Song Lyrics - #15 - Travis Scott - Sicko Mode

Day 6:
Song Lyrics - #16 - Shinedown - Kill Your Conscience
Song Lyrics - #17 - Gabbie Hanna - Monster
Song Lyrics - #18 - Cupcakke - PetSmart

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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3]
« Reply #1 on: November 12, 2018, 02:13:51 »
DAY 1

I apologize for the delay for day 1. :(
Ended up getting back from our tournament later than expected so I decided to just wait until the next day and extend the competition by a day. :)

Song Lyrics - #1
Song Lyrics - #2
Song Lyrics - #3
Novemb'r raineth just madeth me feeleth so lonely
suicide at which hour i can't seeth mine own shawty
knoweth those gents tryeth but those gents can't beest mine own shawty
cos i falleth f'r thee at these times
ho, yond's how t hadst to beest, i'm s'rry
tryin' to putteth the censure on me, nah s'rry
thee knoweth thee can nev'r beest mine own shawty
i'm a savage, i'm a savage, i'm a savage (ay)
i'm a depress'd knave, i'm a depress'd knave, and thee knoweth wherefore
i'm a valorous guy did turn lacking valor guy at which hour i did cross the line
did get new wage, mine own fusty cater-cousins hath left those folk behind
wherefore doth i falleth f'r thy typeth?

sayeth a prayeth'r f'r the floweth, sir, goddamn
did get a lodging? goddamn
i can nev'r ev'r misprise, knoweth not about those folk
did get mine own coxcomb'rs asking, "god prithee, wherefore that gent?"
putteth in too much w'rk to w'rry about those folk
ev'rything 'round me new, but mine own cater-cousins
cos i falleth f'r thee at these times

novemb'r raineth just madeth me feeleth so lonely
suicide at which hour i can't seeth mine own shawty
knoweth those gents've hath tried but those gents can't beest mine own shawty
cos i falleth f'r thee at these times
ho, yond's how t hadst to beest, i'm s'rry
tryin' to putteth the censure on me, nah s'rry
thee knoweth thee can nev'r beest mine own shawty
i'm a savage, i'm a savage, i'm a savage (ay)
i'm a depress'd knave, i'm a depress'd knave, and thee knoweth wherefore
i'm a lacking valor guy, nay valorous guy, i did cross the line
same fusty wage's mine own new cousin, i'm on mine own grindeth
wherefore doth i falleth f'r thy typeth?

tryin' to beest who is't i'm did suppose to beest
feelin' all this heateth
oft i'd rath'r not speaketh
and i bethink i'd rath'r just catch but a wink
all these feelings in mine own headeth, i'm so gone
oft i writeth t out liketh i knoweth not y'all
cos i putteth in too much w'rk to w'rry about those folk
ev'rything yond goeth up cometh to an endeth (yeah)
cos i falleth f'r thee at these times

novemb'r raineth just madeth me feeleth so lonely
suicide at which hour i can't seeth mine own shawty
knoweth those gents've hath tried but those gents can't beest mine own shawty
cos i falleth f'r thee at these times
ho, yond's how t hadst to beest, i'm s'rry
tryin' to putteth the censure on me, nah s'rry
thee knoweth thee can nev'r beest mine own shawty
i'm savage, i'm savage, i'm a savage (ay)

savage, i'm a savage
i'm a savage, i'm a savage, i'm a savage (ay)

H're in the city, wh're the travelling lamp beats down on the streets
mine own demons talking to me and they’re just trying to consume
sunset’s quaint at which hour the waves crasheth down on mine own feet
ain’t this life so sweet, cruising a hundr'd and three
i’m in the festinate lane, i’m moving up and
it’s doth 'r kicketh the bucket and thee can catcheth backeth up and
i nev'r sloweth down, just liketh a apparition town
james dean, curtain calleth, silv'r screen, showdown

i knoweth thee all shall rememb'r me in pages of hist'ry
oh nay, nay, haply we w're b'rn to kicketh the bucket young
i knoweth thee all shall rememb'r me in pages of hist'ry
oh nay, nay, haply we w're b'rn to kicketh the bucket young

liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young
liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young
we liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young

i’d rath'r burneth out than vade hence, living day to day
i wast b'rn an outcast, but who is't art those gents to sayeth
what i doth is wrong? and i keepeth moving on
thee might choketh on these w'rds, but thee singeth 'long
so if 't be true thy heart stops 'r thy hands did tie
beest the rainfall, causeth a landslide
and if 't be true those gents condescend, then something’s wrong with those folk
i’ve been off, anon i’m on again
i just wanna liveth while the feeling’s th're
a hundr'd on the highway, putteth the top down, feeleth the air, killeth the springe
life’s a movie, we’re the directeth'rs
we’re the star, don’t both'r us, nay timeth f'r the lectures
many mem'ries i wouldn’t tradeth f'r the planet
life is sh'rt, i nev'r taketh t f'r did grant
god, taketh me anon, in the lodging yond i’m standing
i did get nay regreteth, and that’s the way yond i did plan t

i knoweth thee all shall rememb'r me in pages of hist'ry
oh nay, nay, haply we w're b'rn to kicketh the bucket young
i knoweth thee all shall rememb'r me in pages of hist'ry
oh nay, nay, haply we w're b'rn to kicketh the bucket young

liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young
liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young
we liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young

it’s nev'r been in mine own faith to runneth
i wast b'rn to chaseth the travelling lamp
mama at each moment toldeth me i wast liketh nay one
but i’ll knoweth at which hour the timeth cometh
it’s nev'r been in mine own faith to runneth
i wast b'rn to chaseth the travelling lamp
mama kneweth i wouldn’t beest h're f'r longeth
and i’ll smileth at which hour the timeth cometh

i knoweth thee all shall rememb'r me in pages of hist'ry
oh nay, nay, haply we w're b'rn to kicketh the bucket young
i knoweth thee all shall rememb'r me in pages of hist'ry
oh nay, nay, haply we w're b'rn to kicketh the bucket young

liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young
liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young
we liveth festinate, then we kicketh the bucket young
What if 't be true i nev'r runneth into thee?
what if 't be true thee nev'r did smile at me?
what if 't be true i hadst did notice thee too?
and thee nev'r hath shown up wh're i hath happened to beest

what's a wench liketh thee doing in a lodging liketh this?
on a quiet night, what art the odds?
what's a guy liketh me doing in a lodging liketh this?
i couldst has't just hath walked by, who is't wouldst has't bethought?

what art the chances yond we'd endeth up dancing?
liketh two in a million, liketh once in a life
i couldst has't hath found thee, putteth mine own arms 'round thee
liketh two in a million, liketh once in a life
what art the chances?

what if 't be true i hadn't hath asked f'r thy nameth?
and timeth hadn't ceased at which hour thee hath said t to me? oh
of all of the plans yond i couldst has't madeth
of all of the nights yond i couldn't catch but a wink, oh

what's a wench liketh thee doing in a lodging liketh this?
in a did crowd cubiculo, what art the odds?
what's a guy liketh me doing in a lodging liketh this?
getting closeth to thee, but h're we art?

what art the chances yond we'd endeth up dancing?
liketh two in a million, liketh once in a life
yond i couldst has't hath found thee, putteth mine own arms 'round thee
liketh two in a million, liketh once in a life
what art the chances?

is't loveth? is't fate?
who is't am i? who is't's to sayeth?
knoweth not jump what t means (ooh, oh, yeah)
is't loveth? is't fate?
wh're t leads, who is't can sayeth?
haply thee and i w're meanteth to beest

what, what
what art the chances yond we'd endeth up dancing?
two in a million, once in a life
yond i couldst has't hath found thee, putteth mine own arms 'round thee (my arms 'round thee)
liketh two in a million (it's liketh two in a million), liketh once in a life, yeah (woah)
what art the chances? (what art the chances?)
two in a million, once in a life
what art the chances? (what art the chances?)
two in a million, once in a life

what if 't be true i nev'r runneth into thee?
and what if 't be true thee nev'r did smile at me?



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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3]
« Reply #2 on: November 13, 2018, 07:21:12 »
DAY 2


Song Lyrics - #4
Song Lyrics - #5
Song Lyrics - #6
Cometh, alloweth's gaze the raineth as t's falling down
anon alloweth's doth yond song f'r peepeth
sunlight on thy skin at which hour i'm not 'round
the horror feeleth not the same at which hour thou art out of town
so cometh, alloweth's gaze the raineth as t's falling down, yeah

cometh, alloweth's gaze the raineth as t's falling down
sunlight on thy skin at which hour i'm not 'round
the horror feeleth not the same at which hour thou art out of town
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
so cometh, alloweth's gaze the raineth as t's falling down
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

raineth keeps falling, drops of sorrow keepeth falling
raineth keeps falling, drops of sorrow keepeth falling
ladybird, thy loveth is liketh walking a sleep chamber of nails
and i just can't keepeth on fine

cometh, alloweth's gaze the raineth as t's falling down
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
sunlight on thy skin at which hour i'm not 'round, yeah
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
the horror feeleth not the same at which hour thou art out of town
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
so cometh, alloweth's gaze the raineth as t's falling down
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

his nameth shall liveth, broth'r
nay, i got—, i feeleth hella shitty because t's liketh, yo
liketh, if 't be true i wouldst has't known that gent wast so merit
and t's liketh, yo, if 't be true i wouldst has't gazed int'rviews lief'r, bro, we w're so alike
t's unf'rtunate because t's liketh, yo, at which hour people kicketh the bucket,
yond's at which hour we liketh 'em, thee knoweth?
'cause thy rem'rse kinda maketh thee checketh 'em out

ladybird, thy loveth is liketh walking a sleep chamber of nails
and i just can't keepeth on fine

cometh, alloweth's gaze the raineth as t's falling down
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
sunlight on thy skin at which hour i'm not 'round, yeah
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
the horror feeleth not the same at which hour thou art out of town
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
so cometh, alloweth's gaze the raineth as t's falling down
oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, hush, mine own lief, t's been a sore year
and t'rr'rs prey not on innocent victims
trusteth me, darlin', trusteth me, darlin'

t's been a loveless year, i'm a sir of three fears
integrity, faith and crocodile drops of sorrow
trusteth me, darlin', trusteth me, darlin'

so behold me in the eyes, bid me what thee seeth
p'rfect Elysium tearing at the seams
i wisheth i couldst escapeth, i wanna not fake
i wisheth i couldst 'rase t, maketh thy heart believeth

but i'm a lacking valor coystrill, lacking valor coystrill
anon thee knoweth, anon thee knoweth
i'm a lacking valor coystrill, lacking valor coystrill
anon thee knoweth, thou art free to wend

all mine own dreams nev'r cullionly one thing
doest happiness forswear in a diamond ringeth?
oh, i've been askin' f'r
oh, i've been askin' f'r problems
problems, problems

i wage mine own war on the w'rld inside
i taketh mine own caliver to the foe's side
oh, i've been askin' f'r (trust me, darlin')
oh, i've been askin' f'r (trust me, darlin') problems
problems, problems

so behold me in the eyes, bid me what thee seeth
p'rfect Elysium tearing at the seams
i wisheth i couldst escapeth, i wanna not fake
i wisheth i couldst 'rase t, maketh thy heart believeth

but i'm a lacking valor coystrill, lacking valor coystrill
anon thee knoweth, anon thee knoweth
i'm a lacking valor coystrill, lacking valor coystrill
anon thee knoweth, thou art free to wend

i can't breatheth, i can't beest
i can't beest what thee wanteth me to beest
believeth me this one timeth
believeth me

i'm a lacking valor coystrill, lacking valor coystrill
anon thee knoweth, anon thee knoweth
i'm a lacking valor coystrill, lacking valor coystrill
anon thee knoweth, thou art free to wend

oh-oh-oh
prithee believeth me
prithee believeth me
Been about three days and i'm comin' backeth
i'm about four minutes from a heart attacketh
and i bethink thee maketh me a maniac
but thee knoweth not

two years and we in between
but we both been real since we seventeen
h're we wend, fist square in a limousine
but those gents knoweth not

and we both desire th're's something
but we bo-both keepeth fronting
and t's a did close discussion
and i'm bethinking "damn,
if 't be true these walls couldst talketh"

(oh-oh-oh)
well, those gents'd beest liketh
(oh-oh-oh)
"shit is crazy right?"
(oh-oh-oh)
"that ain't thy baby nay m're"

been about two weeks since thee wenteth hence
i'm about halfway through a cab'rnet
th're i wend, i'm wastin' a saturday
sittin' at ho-home
toldeth mine own new roommate not to alloweth thee in
but thou art so alas valorous with a bobby pin
anon thee gon' playeth me liketh a violin
hittin' these no-notes

and we both desire th're's something
but we bo-both keepeth fronting
and t's a did close discussion
and i'm bethinking "damn,
if 't be true these walls couldst talketh"

(oh-oh-oh)
well, those gents'd beest liketh
(oh-oh-oh)
"shit is crazy right?"
(oh-oh-oh)
"that ain't thy baby nay m're"
(oh-oh-oh)
ho
(oh-oh-oh)
nay m're
(oh-oh-oh)
"that ain't thy baby nay m're"
(oh-oh-oh)


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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3]
« Reply #3 on: November 15, 2018, 06:38:41 »
DAY 3


Song Lyrics - #7
Song Lyrics - #8
Song Lyrics - #9
I toldeth thee something safe
something i’ve nev'r hath said bef're
and i, i, i, can’t keepeth mine own hands off thee
while thee forswear in the waketh
cov'r'd all in the night bef're
i’m high, high, high, nay one’s did get me quite liketh thee
 
i wanteth thee all to myself
don’t leaveth none f'r nobody else
i am an animal with thee
 
nay angels couldst beckon me backeth
and it’s hott'r than hell wh're i’m at
i am an animal with thee
 
an ode to the knave i loveth
knave i’ll kicketh the bucket to careth f'r thee
you’re mineth, mineth, mineth, bid me who is't doth i oweth yond to
and as the days flyeth by
we’ll beest m're than getting through yeah
and in timeth, timeth, timeth, we’ll buildeth a home f'r two
 
i wanteth thee all to myself
don’t leaveth none f'r nobody else
i am an animal with thee
 
nay angels couldst beckon me backeth
it’s hott'r than hell wh're i’m at
i am an animal with thee
 
all is right in the meadow
at which hour i’m falsing next to mine own fellow
baby that’s thee
baby that’s thee
 
one way trippeth liketh an arrow,
all did lay out liketh a tarot
baby that’s thee
baby that’s thee
 
i wanteth thee all to myself
don’t leaveth none f'r nobody else
i am an animal with thee
 
nay angels couldst beckon me backeth
and it’s hott'r than hell wh're i’m at
i am an animal with thee
 
i am an animal with thee

Nev'r knoweth at which hour someone cometh and tries to taketh mine own life
i've been sleepin' with the. 45 liketh ev'ry night
in the whipeth i prayeth to god i seeth not flashin' lights
god alas, those gents right behind me
and i waketh up ev'ryday
i waketh up ev'ry day
with this anxiety
and those gents knoweth wh're i stayeth
did get "malone" on mine own plates
and those gents followin' me
two hundr'd bands und'r the flo'r of the kitchen
a dram m're up in the walls and the ceilin'
coequal family and cater-cousins did start switchin'
ev'r since i did get yond checketh, seen 'em itchin'

eyes ope, i seeth thee, i'm watchin' thee, yeah
m're people wanna beest, thee trusteth not nay one

bid me wherefore i can receiveth nay relief
wond'rin' at which hour those gents'll cometh f'r me
a paranoid sir maketh paranoid plans
i'll doth what i can, but t's out of mine own hands
strugglin' just to findeth mine own peace

oft feeleth liketh i did get nay cater-cousins
can't trusteth a soul, liketh i'm snowden
right by the sleep chamber, keepeth t load'd
l'rd has't m'rcy if 't be true those gents hath broken in
i ev'r not catch but a wink, yeah, i'm wide awaketh
if 't be true thee tryeth to pulleth up to mine own lodging
beameth is gonna hitteth thee a mile hence
i promiseth, one of us gonna kicketh the bucket the present day
helicopt'rs in the sky
nay, that gent can't escapeth the eyes
politicians and the lies
bid me, what's the pointeth in pickin' sides?

bid me wherefore i can receiveth nay relief (i can't receiveth nay catch but a wink)
wond'rin' at which hour those gents'll cometh f'r me
a paranoid sir maketh paranoid plans
i'll doth what i can, but t's out of mine own hands
strugglin' just to findeth mine own peace

ayy, mind is runnin' all day
did cost me m're than wage and i'm payin' the price, yeah
i ain't goin' nowh're
killin' myself so i can maketh me a life, yeah
minute aft'r minute, nev'r hadst a limit
did wake up ev'ry m'rnin', kneweth yond i just hadst to receiveth t
windows at each moment tinted, thee ain't lookin' in t
eith'r way, i knoweth those gents'll cometh f'r me again

bid me wherefore i can receiveth nay relief (i can't receiveth nay catch but a wink)
wond'rin' at which hour those gents'll cometh f'r me
a paranoid sir maketh paranoid plans
i'll doth what i can, but t's out of mine own hands
strugglin' just to findeth mine own peace
(ay, turneth the music up f'r me, chris)
aye, aye
aye, aye
git, git

i fuck'd thy wench, the lady a freak, i understand you not
nigga, i'm trappin' all week, i understand you not
i doth a pill and can't consume, oh
i alloweth a wench rubbeth mine own feet, ooh (brrt)
i madeth a mill in a week, yeah (yeah)
i bringeth the pints ov'rseas, ooh
i spill'd some leaneth on mine own sheets, ooh (ooh, ooh)
yeah
i fuck'd thy wench, the lady a freak, i understand you not
nigga, i'm trappin' all week
i doth a, i doth a pill and can't consume (ooh)
i alloweth a wench rubbeth mine own feet, ooh
i madeth a mill in a week, yeah (yeah)
i bringeth the pints ov'rseas (ooh, ooh)
i spill'd some leaneth on mine own sheets, ooh (brrt)

i fuck'd thy wench, calleth me pablo, i understand you not
fuck'd me f'r a instagram followeth, i understand you not
goodyear, i dropeth the diablo, hmm (damn, heigh-ho)
i nut in h'r that from which we speak and the lady swallow, i understand you not (huh?)
trappin', i'm feelin' liketh pablo, i understand you not
chopp'rs, those gents filleth thee with hollows (ooh)
wench, i'm in europe sippin' on syrup
behold at mine own did bust down, this ball'r al'rt (damn)
i tooketh h'r credit card out of h'r purse (wow)
wench, i'm in p'rtugal off of a p'rc (ooh)
ooh, alas, ooh, alas, ooh (damn)
i did get thy mama on flats (brrt)
ooh, alas, ooh, alas (huh?)
i tooketh thy wench and thee can't receiveth h'r backeth (nope)

i fuck'd thy wench, the lady a freak, i understand you not
nigga, i'm trappin' all week, i understand you not
i doth a pill and can't consume, oh
i alloweth a wench rubbeth mine own feet, ooh (brrt)
i madeth a mill in a week, yeah (yeah)
i bringeth the pints ov'rseas, ooh
i spill'd some leaneth on mine own sheets, ooh (ooh, ooh)
yeah
i fuck'd thy wench, the lady a freak, i understand you not
nigga, i'm trappin' all week
i doth a, i doth a pill and can't consume (ooh)
i alloweth a wench rubbeth mine own feet, ooh
i madeth a mill in a week, yeah (yeah)
i bringeth the pints ov'rseas (ooh, ooh)
i spill'd some leaneth on mine own sheets, ooh

i just fuck'd thy wench
fuck'd thy wench, anon what up? (git, git)
diamonds on mine own wrist
moth'rfuck'r, did shut the alas up (yeah, nice, yeah)
if 't be true thee ain't gettin' wage
moth'rfuck'r, did shut the alas up (nuh-uh, i understand you not)
did get thy broad in the backeth
and the wench gettin' fuck'd up (yeah)
alas mine own p. O.  (fuck h'r)
and i'm still screaming out, "free greedo"
auntie shipping out packs to pu'rto rico (git)
pulleth up in a all white gucci tuxedo (goddamn)
d.  Did rise, d.  Did rise, d.  Did rise
a. R.  did get a r'd dot liketh cheetos (grrrah)
and i'm in a pj, and i'm in a pj
with five stripp'rs and five kilos (no cap)

i fuck'd thy wench, the lady a freak, i understand you not
nigga, i'm trappin' all week, i understand you not
i doth a pill and can't consume, oh
i alloweth a wench rubbeth mine own feet, ooh (brrt)
i madeth a mill in a week, yeah (yeah)
i bringeth the pints ov'rseas, ooh
i spill'd some leaneth on mine own sheets, ooh (ooh, ooh)
yeah
i fuck'd thy wench, the lady a freak, i understand you not
nigga, i'm trappin' all week
i doth a, i doth a pill and can't consume (ooh)
i alloweth a wench rubbeth mine own feet, ooh
i madeth a mill in a week, yeah (yeah)
i bringeth the pints ov'rseas (ooh, ooh)
i spill'd some leaneth on mine own sheets, ooh

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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3]
« Reply #4 on: November 16, 2018, 09:29:50 »
DAY 4


Song Lyrics - #10
Song Lyrics - #11
Song Lyrics - #12
Wend dumb wend no more brain than stone (lights out)
breaketh t down liketh a blueprint (lights out)
pipe t up, t's a movie (lights out)
lights out and t's boomin' (lights out)
ho, the lady hitteth the baddest (lights out)
four-do'r on mine own coupe needeth a ladd'r (lights out)
did get the music blastin' (lights out)
the lady a danceth flo'r savage
(no cap)

(no cap) dropeth mine own top, cutteth the ceilin' off (no cap)
second bop, uh, knap t out (no cap)
lookin' liketh wage anon (no cap)
still wend at which hour the travelling lamp down (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)

vibe on mine own line the lady callin' (brrr)
mine own vibe on mine own line, keepeth callin' (brrr)
did beat t up, liketh boweth (beat t up)
if 't be true thee a lacking valor wench sayeth, "ow"
what's up anon? popeth out
if 't be true thee a lacking valor wench sayeth, "ow"
what's up anon? popeth out
quaint thing lookin' liketh i knoweth h'r (pretty)
quaint thing lookin' liketh i knoweth h'r (bad)
plus i knoweth the lady enjoyeth (enjoy)
all the lacking valor guys yond cometh f'r h'r
(no cap)

(no cap) dropeth mine own top, cutteth the ceilin' off (no cap)
second bop, uh, knap t out (no cap)
lookin' liketh wage anon (no cap)
still wend at which hour the travelling lamp down (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)

the lady wanna wend all the way to the top (top, nay cap)
the lady wanna wend all the way to the top (to the top, nay cap)
the lady wanna wend all the way to the top (top, nay cap)
the lady wanna wend all the way to the top
(no! nay cap)

did beat t up liketh boweth
if 't be true thee a lacking valor wench, sayeth "ow"
did beat t up liketh boweth (bow)
if 't be true thee a lacking valor wench, sayeth "ow"
what's up anon? popeth out
if 't be true thee a lacking valor wench, sayeth "ow"
what's up anon? popeth out
if 't be true thee a lacking valor wench, sayeth "ow"
(no cap)

(no cap) dropeth mine own top, cutteth the ceilin' off (no cap)
second bop, uh, knap t out (no cap)
lookin' liketh wage anon (no cap)
still wend at which hour the travelling lamp down (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)

wend dumb, wend no more brain than stone (lights out, no more brain than stone)
breaketh t down liketh blueprint (lights out, blueprint)
pipe t up, t's a movie (lights out, pipe t up)
lights out and its boomin' (lights out, ho)
the lady is the baddest (lights out, lacking valor)
four-do'r on the coupe needeth a ladd'r
did get the music blastin' (lights out)
the lady a danceth f'r a savage
(no cap)

(no cap) dropeth mine own top, cutteth the ceilin' off (no cap)
second bop, uh, knap t out (no cap)
lookin' liketh wage anon (no cap)
still wend at which hour the travelling lamp down (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)
i coequal not knoweth what thee talkin' 'bout (no cap)

the lady wanna wend all the way to the top (top, nay cap)
(no cap) the lady wanna wend all the way to the top (to the top, nay cap)
(no cap) the lady wanna wend all the way to the top (top, nay cap)
(no cap) the lady wanna wend all the way to the top

Thee soundeth liketh a wench, wench
did shut the alas up
at which hour thy fans becometh thy coxcomb'rs
thee done?
alas, thy beard's weird
good now
thee yellin' at the mic, thee weird beard
we doin' this once
thy beard's weird, wherefore thee yellin' at the mic?

rihanna just hitteth me on the text
last night of all i hath left hickeys on h'r neck
waiteth, thee just diss'd me, i'm p'rplex'd
fig me in a line, compliment me on the next, alas
i'm very much s'rry thee wanteth me to has't a heart attacketh
wast watchin' 8 mile on mine own n'rdic track
did realize i f'rgot to calleth thee backeth
h're's yond autograph f'r thy daught'r, i wroteth t on a starteth'r cap
stan, stan, son, hark, sir, father isn't nimble-footed
but how thee gonna nameth yourself aft'r a alas caliver and has't a sir bun?
the giant's did wake, eyes ope, undeniable
supplyin' smoketh, did get the fireth stok'd
sayeth thee did get me in a scope, but thee graz'd me
i sayeth one calleth to int'rscope and thou art swayze
thy replyeth did get the crowd yelling, "woo"
so bef're thee kicketh the bucket alloweth's seeth who is't can out-petty who is't
with thy c'rny lines (slim thou art fusty)
ow, kelly, ooh, but i'm 45 and i'm still outselling thee
by 29 i hadst three albums yond hadst did blow
anon alloweth's speak of somethin' i very not much doth
wend in someone's daught'r's that from which we speak stealin' food
but thou art a fuckin' mole hill, anon i'ma maketh a mountain out of thee, woo!
ho, chill, actin' liketh thee putteth the chrome barrel to mine own bone marrow
caliver, i did bet thee ain't a boweth and arrow
sayeth thee'll runneth up on me liketh a phoneth bill, sprayin' leadeth
playin' dead, yond's the only timeth thee holdeth still
art thee eating c'real, 'r oatmeal?
what the alas's in the bowl, milketh? wheaties 'r che'rios?
'cause i'm takin' a the horror in 'em, kelly, i needeth reading mat'rial
dictionary
yo slim, thy lasteth four albums did suck
wend backeth to recov'ry, oh shooteth, yond wast three albums ago
what doth thee knoweth? oops, knoweth thy facts bef're thee cometh at me, lil' goof
luxury, oh, thee hath broken, wench?
yeah, i hadst enow wage in '02
to burneth t in front of thee, ho
young'r me? nay, thou art the whack me
t's comical, but so true
i'd rath'r beest 80 year fusty me than 20 year fusty thee
'til i'm hitting old-ag'd still can filleth a whole page with a 10 year fusty's rage
did get m're fans than thee in thy owneth city, lil' kiddy
wend playeth, feeleth liketh i'm babysitting lil tay
did get the diddy well enow so thee hath spent thy whole day
shootin' a video just to fuckin' digeth thy owneth grave
did get thee at thy owneth waketh, i'm the billy goat
thee ain't nev'r madeth a listeth next to nay biggie, nay jay
next to tayl'r swift, and yond iggy ho, thee about to very much bloweth
kelly, those gents'll beest putting thy nameth
next to ja, next to benzino, kicketh the bucket, moth'rfuck'r
liketh the lasteth moth'rfuck'r sayin' hailey in vain
alien brain, thee satanist (yeah)
mine own biggest flops art thy greatest hits
the game's mineth again and ain't nothin' hath changed but the locks
so bef're i slayeth this wench, mwah, giveth jade a kisseth
gotta waketh up lab'r day to this (the alas?)
bein' rich, aim'd by some pricketh usin' mine own nameth f'r clickbait
in a state of bliss 'cause i hath said his goddamn nameth
anon i gotta cock backeth, aim, yeah, wench, popeth champagne to this
t's thy moment, this is't
as big as thou art gonna receiveth, so enjoyeth t
hadst to giveth thee a careth'r to destroyeth t
lethal injection, wend to catch but a wink six feet deep
i'll giveth thee a b f'r the eff'rt, but if 't be true i wast three
foot 11, thee'd behold up to me, and f'r the rec'rd
thee wouldst sucketh a dick to fuckin' beest me f'r a second
licketh a ballsack to receiveth on mine own channel
giveth thy life to beest this solidifi'd
this mothafuckin' the horror is liketh rambo at which hour that gent's out of bullets
so what fuckin' valorous is a machine caliver at which hour t's out of ammo?
hadst enow of this tatted-up mumble rapp'r
how the alas can that gent and i battleth?
that gent'll has't to alas kim in mine own flannel
i'll giveth that gent mine own sandals
'cause that gent knoweth longeth as i'm shady, that gent's gon' has't to liveth in mine own shadow
exhausting, letting off on mine own offspring
liketh a caliver barrel, wench, receiveth off me
thee danceth 'round t liketh a sombr'ro, we can all seeth
thou art fuckin' salty 'cause young g'rald's balls-deep inside of halsey
thy r'd did sweat'r, thy black leath'r
thee dresseth bett'r, i rap bett'r
yond a death threat 'r a loveth lett'r?
dram white toothpick
thinkest t's ov'r a pic, i just liketh not thee, pricketh
grant you mercy f'r dissing me
anon i hadst an colours on the mic to writeth, not alike
but very much, i careth not who is't's in the right
but thou art losin' the square thee pick'd
who is't else wanteth t, kells?
attempteth fails, budden, l's
fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as cottonelle
killshot, i shall not faileth, i'm with the doc still
but this clotpole's boss pops pills and tells that gent that gent's did get arts
but kells, the day thee putteth out a hitteth's the day diddy admits
yond that gent putteth the hitteth out yond did get pac hath killed, ah
i'm sick of thee bein' whack
and still usin' yond mothafuckin' autotune, so alloweth's speak of t (let's speak of t)
i'm sick of thy mumble rap that from which we speak
needeth to receiveth the cock up out t bef're we can coequal speak of t (talk about t)
i'm sick of thy blonde hair and earrings
just 'cause thee behold in the mirr'r and bethink thou art marshall math'rs (marshall math'rs)
cullionly not thou art, and thou art not about t
so just leaveth mine own dick in thy that from which we speak, and keepeth mine own daught'r out t
thee fuckin',

oh
and i'm just playin', diddy, thee knoweth i loveth thee
Yond arizona sky burning in thy eyes
thee behold at me and, babe, i wanna catcheth on fireth
t's did bury in mine own soul liketh calif'rnia gold
thee hath found the lighteth in me yond i couldn't findeth

so at which hour i'm all did choke up
and i can't findeth the w'rds
ev'ry timeth we sayeth goodbye
baby, t hurts
at which hour the travelling lamp goeth down
and the band wonneth't playeth
i'll at each moment rememb'r us this way

lov'rs in the night
poets trying to writeth
we knoweth not how to rhymeth
but alas we tryeth
but all i very much knoweth
thou art wh're i wanna wend
the parteth of me yond's thee shall nev'r kicketh the bucket

so at which hour i'm all did choke up
but i can't findeth the w'rds
ev'ry timeth we sayeth goodbye
baby, t hurts
at which hour the travelling lamp goeth down
and the band wonneth't playeth
i'll at each moment rememb'r us this way

oh, yeah
i wanna not beest just a mem'ry, baby, yeah

at which hour i'm all did choke up
but i can't findeth the w'rds
ev'ry timeth we sayeth goodbye
baby, t hurts
at which hour the travelling lamp goeth down
and the band wonneth't playeth
i'll at each moment rememb'r us this way, oh, yeah

at which hour thee behold at me
and the whole w'rld fades
i'll at each moment rememb'r us this way

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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3]
« Reply #5 on: November 17, 2018, 09:04:32 »
DAY 5


Song Lyrics - #13
Song Lyrics - #14
Song Lyrics - #15
As thee vilify, ev'ry single moveth yond i maketh
and tryeth to bindeth me in thy insanity
thee'll cometh to knoweth
yond thee nev'r hadst controleth from the onset
wend findeth anoth'r lap dog, alas'r
thy needeth to clarifyeth
ev'ry single w'rd yond i sayeth
hast hath left me wrestling with our disparity
leaveth me high-lone
taketh anoth'r wretch'd soul on the hell-ride
wend findeth a m're susceptible sucketh'r

i can't believeth this is happening
i wanna not starteth ov'r again
a stone i keepeth falling ov'r again, and again, and again

at which hour thee vilify
thee beginneth to nullify, ev'rything yond we've ev'r done
thou art fucking with mine own headeth
as thee vilify all i've ev'r given
i wanna not falleth apart anym're
i wanna endeth t even but now
at which hour thee vilify, i starteth to pond'r ev'ry hurlyburly ev'r combated
ev'ry bethought, imploding in mine own headeth
if 't be true thee vilify, t's a bitt'r pill yond i shall f'rce thee to englut
enow, wherefore we not endeth t even but now?

i've hadst mine own filleth, and i bethink i've hadst enow.
 at which hour thee ope thy that from which we speak, ev'ry w'rd incenses me
wanna not knoweth, wherefore thy ev'ry waking moment
revolves 'round, criticizing ev'ry parteth of me
anoth'r bill, the numb'r cannot beest defin'd
f'r the blood and the soul, yond hadst to floweth incessantly
alas thee all
and alloweth ev'ry minute beest a remindeth'r of
how thee alloweth t all cometh crashing down

i can't believeth this is happening
i wanna not starteth ov'r again
a stone i keepeth falling ov'r again, and again, and again

at which hour thee vilify
thee beginneth to nullify, ev'rything yond we've ev'r done
thou art fucking with mine own headeth
as thee vilify all i've ev'r given
i wanna not falleth apart anym're
i wanna endeth t even but now
at which hour thee vilify, i starteth to pond'r ev'ry battleth ev'r combated
ev'ry bethought, imploding in mine own headeth
if 't be true thee vilify, t's a bitt'r pill yond i shall f'rce thee to englut
enow, wherefore we not endeth t even but now?

and at which hour thou art broken, and bitt'r inside
and reality sucks, because thee knoweth i'm right
all ov'r nothing, unf'rgiving inside
well doesn't t sucketh, just to knoweth i'm right?

at which hour thee vilify
thee beginneth to nullify, ev'rything yond we've ev'r done
thou art fucking with mine own headeth
as thee vilify all i've ev'r given
i wanna not falleth apart anym're
i wanna endeth t even but now
at which hour thee vilify, i starteth to pond'r ev'ry battleth ev'r combated
ev'ry bethought, imploding in mine own headeth
if 't be true thee vilify, t's a bitt'r pill yond i shall f'rce thee to englut
enow, wherefore we not endeth t even but now?

I knoweth not what thee hadst in mind
but h're we standeth on opposing sides
alloweth's wend to war
alloweth's wend to war

we armeth ourselves with the wrongs we've done
nameth those folk off one by one
alloweth's wend to war
alloweth's wend to war

ev'rything thee sayeth
ev'rything thee doth
thee pusheth t in
and thee cutteth me down
and thee cutteth me down
(war, war, war!)

screaming at the ones we loveth
liketh we f'rgot who is't we can trusteth
screaming at the top of our lungs
on the grounds wh're we feeleth safe
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?

hush, mine own baby, maketh nay soundeth
haply we can waiteth each oth'r out
t's a bitter cold war
alloweth's wend to war

with ev'ry settl'd sc're
i bethought yond fighting with meanteth fighting f'r
but thee turneth t 'round
but thee turneth t 'round
(war, war, war!)

screaming at the ones we loveth
liketh we f'rgot who is't we can trusteth
screaming at the top of our lungs
on the grounds wh're we feeleth safe
screaming at the ones we loveth
liketh we f'rgot who is't we can trusteth
screaming at the top of our lungs
on the grounds wh're we feeleth safe
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?

doth we cens'r? doth we floweth?
art we malt-worm on the chemicals?
ev'ry humour in mine own bones
tells me to lash out and bid thee to alas off
thee've did get mine own heart and i've did get thy soul
but art we bett'r off high-lone?
with ev'ry hurlyburly we loseth a dram m're
rememb'r ev'rything yond we'd kicketh the bucket f'r
thou art ev'rything yond i'd kicketh the bucket f'r

screaming at the ones we loveth
liketh we f'rgot who is't we can trusteth
screaming at the top of our lungs
on the grounds wh're we feeleth safe
screaming at the ones we loveth
liketh we f'rgot who is't we can trusteth
screaming at the top of our lungs
on the grounds wh're we feeleth safe
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth we feeleth safe?
doth thee feeleth safe?
Travelling lamp is down, freezin' bitter cold
yond's how we already knoweth wint'r's h're
mine own dawg wouldst belike doth t f'r a louis belt
yond's just all that gent knoweth, that gent knoweth not nothin' else
i hath tried to showeth 'em, yeah
i hath tried to showeth 'em, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
goin' on thee with the picketh and rolleth
young la flame, that gent in sicko mode

woo, madeth this h're with all the ice on in the booth
at the gate outside, at which hour those gents pulleth up, those gents receiveth me loose
yeah, jumpeth out boys, yond's nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
this the horror way too big at which hour we pulleth up giveth me the loot
(gimme the loot!)
wast off the remy, hadst a papoose
hadst to hitteth mine own fusty town to duck the news
two four hour lockdown, we madeth nay moves
anon t's 4 am and i'm backeth up poppin' with the crew
i just did land in, chaseth b card this popeth liketh jamba juice
diff'rent col'r'd chains, bethink mine own jewel'r very much sellin' fruits
and those gents chokin', sir, knoweth the cracketh'rs wisheth t wast a noose

some—some—some, someone hath said
to winneth the retreat, we all in too deep
p-p-playin' f'r keeps, playeth not us f'r weak (someone hath said)
to winneth the retreat, we all in too deep
p-p-playin' f'r keeps, playeth not us f'r weak

yeah, this the horror way too f'rmal, y'all knoweth i don’t followeth suiteth
stacey dash, most of these girls ain't did get a clue
all of these hoes i madeth off rec'rds i did produce
i might taketh all mine own exes and putteth 'em all in a group
hitteth mine own esés, i needeth the bootch
'bout to turneth this function to bonnaroo
toldeth h'r "hop in, thee comin' too"
in the 305, braches treateth me liketh i'm uncle luke
(don't stand ho, popeth yond pussy!)
hadst to slop the top off, t's just a roof, uh
the lady hath said "wh're we goin'?" i hath said "the moon"
we ain't coequal maketh t to the cubiculo
the lady bethought t wast the ocean, t's just the pool
anon i did get h'r ope, t's just the goose
who is't putteth this the horror togeth'r? i'm the glueth (someone hath said)
sh'rty facetim'd me out the blue

someone hath said
playin' f'r keeps
someone hath said, moth'rfuck'r - someone hath said
playeth not us f'r weak

yah!
astro, yeah, yeah
tay keith, alas these niggas up
ayy, ayy

the lady's in loveth with who is't i am
backeth in high school, i hath used to bus t to the danceth (yeah)
anon i hitteth the fbo with duffels in mine own hands
i didst half a xan, thirteen hours 'til i landeth
hadst me out liketh a lighteth, ayy, yeah
liketh a lighteth, ayy, yeah

liketh a lighteth, ayy
did sleep through the flight, ayy
did knock f'r the night, ayy, 767, sir
this the horror did get doubleth bedroom, sir
i still did get sc'res to settleth, sir
i did creep down the block (down the block)
madeth a right (yeah, right)
cutteth the lights, (yeah, what) hath paid the price (yeah)
niggas bethink t's sweet, (nah, nev'r) t's on sight (yeah, what?)
nothin' nice, (yeah) baguettes in mine own ice (aww, sir)
jesus christ, (yeah) checks ov'r stripes (yeah)
yond's what i liketh, (yeah) yond's what we liketh (yeah)
hath lost mine own respect, thee not a threat
at which hour i shooteth mine own did shoot, yond the horror wetty liketh i'm sheck (bitch!)
seeth the shots yond i tooketh, (ayy) did wet liketh i'm booketh (ayy)
did wet liketh i'm lizzie
i beest spinnin' valley, circle blocks 'til i'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
liketh wh're is that gent? (yeah, what?)
nay one seen that gent (yeah, yeah)
i'm tryna crisp 'em (yeah)

the lady's in loveth with who is't i am
backeth in high school, i hath used to bus t to the danceth
anon i hitteth the fbo with duffels in mine own hands (woo!)
i didst half a xan, thirteen hours 'til i landeth
hadst me out liketh a lighteth (like a lighteth)
liketh a lighteth (like a lighteth)
liketh a lighteth (like a lighteth)
liketh a lighteth

yeah, hath passed the dawgs a celly
sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
that gent hath said "keep yond on locketh"
i sayeth "you knoweth this the horror, t's stife", yeah
t's absolute, yeah (yeah) i'm backeth, reboot (it's did light!)
laf'rrari to jamba juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
we backeth on the road, those gents jumpin' off, nay parachute, yeah
shawty in the backeth
the lady hath said the lady w'rkin' on h'r glutes, yeah (oh mine own god)
ain't by the booketh, yeah, this how t behold, yeah
'bout a checketh, yeah, (check) just checketh the foots, yeah
passeth this to mine own daught'r, i'ma showeth h'r what t tooketh (yeah)
baby mama cov'r f'rbes, did get these oth'r braches shaked
yeah

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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3]
« Reply #6 on: November 18, 2018, 09:12:53 »
DAY 6


Song Lyrics - #16
Song Lyrics - #17
Song Lyrics - #18
Beast mode, ev'rybody striking a pose
ev'rybody's taxing mine own soul
those gents sayeth t's all the rage, to nev'r act thy age
so what thee gonna hitteth me with next?
darwin 'r a crucifix?
so wherefore thee wanna doth me liketh this?
t's at each moment so extreme, so what's t very much cullionly?

at which hour thou art begging f'r a brick
just to throweth t backeth and f'rth
and thee calleth each oth'r sick
yet thou art coming backeth f'r m're
backeth f'r m're of what thee loveth
backeth f'r m're of what thee misprise
thee can't stand ho (stop, stand ho!)
'cause thou art already too late

so thee killeth thy conscience, caterwauling yourself to catch but a wink
killeth thy conscience, bett'r thee than me
thou art all plugg'd in, eft and rehears'd
doth thy most wondrous, doth thy w'rst, showeth me wh're t hurts
killeth thy conscience
killeth thy conscience
yeah thou art all plugg'd in, eft and rehears'd
doth thy most wondrous, doth thy w'rst, showeth me wh're t hurts

valorous luck (good luck)
ev'rybody's passing the buck (the buck)
praying yond those gents're making the cutteth (the cutteth)
those gents'll selleth thee by the pound and keepeth thee und'rground

while thou art scratching at the gate
screaming "come on, alloweth me in!"
liketh a fully-load'd carrion
throwing caution to the windeth
backeth f'r m're of what thee loveth
backeth f'r m're of what thee misprise
thee can't stand ho (stop, stand ho!)
'cause thou art already too late

so thee killeth thy conscience, caterwauling yourself to catch but a wink
killeth thy conscience, bett'r thee than me
thou art all plugg'd in, eft and rehears'd
doth thy most wondrous, doth thy w'rst, showeth me wh're t hurts
killeth thy conscience
killeth thy conscience
yeah thou art all plugg'd in, eft and rehears'd
doth thy most wondrous, doth thy w'rst, showeth me wh're t hurts

(ready! aim! consience!)
(hey!)
(ready! aim! consience!)
(hey!)
(ready! aim! consience!)
(hey!)
(ready! aim! consience!)
(hey!)

(hey!)
(hey!)
(hey!)
(hey!)

killeth thy conscience, caterwauling yourself to catch but a wink
killeth thy conscience, bett'r thee than me
thou art all plugg'd in, eft and rehears'd
doth thy most wondrous, doth thy w'rst, showeth me wh're t hurts
killeth thy conscience
killeth thy conscience
yeah thou art all plugg'd in, eft and rehears'd
doth thy most wondrous, doth thy w'rst, showeth me wh're t hurts

(kill thy conscience)
(kill thy conscience)
(kill thy conscience)
(kill thy conscience)
(kill thy conscience)

Laying in the sleep chamber yond i madeth all high-lone
guesseth i'm not surpris'd in earnest
praying in mine own headeth yond thee did stay and i desire
thee'll misseth me eventually

people wanna talketh at which hour i'm not 'round to heareth
very much, those gents knoweth not what i'm madeth of
people keepeth on walking so far hence from h're
clearly i'm the one those gents're afraid of

one aft'r anoth'r, those gents've at each moment cometh and gone
so what if 't be true i'm the monst'r yond's been h're all 'long?
those gents're dropping liketh flies whenev'r i'm 'round
so hath used to goodbyes, th're's comf'rt in the soundeth
haply i'm the monst'r yond's been all h're 'long

bending 'till thee breaketh and thee can't taketh anym're
i'm not w'rth the troubleth t seemeth
i wouldst sayeth thou art wrong, but i've been h're bef're
thee wonneth't beest the lasteth one to leaveth

people wanna talketh at which hour i'm not 'round to heareth
very much, those gents knoweth not what i'm madeth of
people keepeth on walking so far hence from h're
clearly i'm the one those gents're afraid of

one aft'r anoth'r, those gents've at each moment cometh and gone
so what if 't be true i'm the monst'r yond's been h're all 'long?
those gents're dropping liketh flies whenev'r i'm 'round
so hath used to goodbyes, th're's comf'rt in the soundeth
haply i'm the monst'r yond's been all h're 'long

thou art safe h're
nay needeth to runneth and encave
und'rneath thy cov'r anon
beest not afeard
th're's nothing hath left inside
since thee consumed mine own heart out

one aft'r anoth'r, those gents at each moment cometh and gone
so what if 't be true i'm the monst'r yond's been h're all 'long?
those gents're dropping liketh flies whenev'r i'm 'round
so hath used to goodbyes, th're's comf'rt in the soundeth
haply i'm the monst'r yond's been all 'long
I gage these hoes
these hoes beest all bark nay biteth
fuckin' ridiculous

this f'r the "cupcakke a joketh"
one million in and thee hath broken
that gent did faint as lief as i spake
liketh wendy williams, that gent stroketh
wench, i’m so bitter cold gotta rocketh me a th'rmal 'r did sweat'r right und'r the coat
wench, i did get so many bars yond azealia banks calleth me at which hour the lady needeth soap (no shadeth)
i just beest shootin' liketh craps (b'dah)
ten diff'rent flows at which hour i rap (yah)
sleepin’ on me yond the horror wack (wack)
i desire the sleep chamber bugs attacketh (ha)
ay, wherefore is mine own nameth in thy that from which we speak? bid the dentist receiveth did rid of t right with yond plaque (get t out)
wench, i'm out h're seein' ms thee just seein' m&ms in a packeth
runnin' thy house and i'm flippin' yond couch
yeah thee knoweth this a trapeth but i'm not talking mouse
anon i did get thee did tie up liketh an unfaithful spouse
putteth the chinks in the container i don’t did get timeth to counteth
causeth thee knoweth this wench hath called the cops (cops)
flav'r flav the lady did get horologe (clock)
up ahead causeth the lady a op
seeing yond the lady still alive liketh pac
ay, yo sir keepeth bringing mine own line (bring)
that gent don’t wanteth this in decline (no)
imma has't to stomp that gent out (how?)
liketh turnin' grapes into wine
and that gent still gon’ bethink i'm a keepeth'r
'cause i'm did dress ev'ry day liketh it’s east'r
braches beest swearin' those gents cute but those gents behold liketh yond boweth up on rihanna's sneaketh'rs (ugly)
hadst to checketh yond wench, i'm netflix rich
nay miley cyrus i wrecketh yond wench
bread liketh a v'rse so i pecketh yond wench
what's thy addresseth? yond's how i addresseth yond the horror
bullets hath sent h'r to heaven, nay keyshia cole (boom boom boom)
thee wanna not knoweth what the visa holdeth (boom boom boom)
these braches heat'd liketh zza rolls
i'm in the penthouse but i receiveth mine own sheets from kohl's
i'm cunning with the container, i'm a grape
yond's the same ho yond hath used to misprise (funny)
but anon these braches in mine own visage liketh we on beyond afeard straight, waiteth, yuh
ain't none of yond, i beest makin' braches nimble-footed
i pulleth up in the jack, then i flex, then i brag
thee shouldst weareth a durag, 'cause thy edges behold depress'd
bethink thee behold mega valorous, but thee michael jackson lacking valor
wench thee needeth to stand ho, thy nigga askin' me wherefore i teaseth a lot
i hath said "i knoweth not, can i breatheth 'r not?"
his bread gone liketh an exsufflicate zza boxeth, i'm finna leaveth the spoteth (skrrt)
i hath spent 13k on some gucci (gucci)
that gent hath spent 13 dollars on thy coochie (coochie)
tooketh thy rampallian to seeth tonchi, behold (what?)
wench thee very much is a groupie, aye
shawty if 't be true i'm not acknown of 'em (ware of 'em)
thee knoweth i'm 'bout to starteth airing 'em (boom boom boom)
all i hangeth wit' is animals, deep'r than the shedd aquarium (yuh)
niggas so fake those gents'll killeth those gents cousin and at the excit'ment'ral showeth up and carryeth 'em (fake as alas)
lief as 'rrybody leaveth, spiteth up on his grave lief as those gents buryeth that gent
those gents still nimble-footed, yond's the most wondrous parteth (best parteth)
giveth me m're biteth with the less bark (bark bark)
thee couldst putteth thy wench on a leash (leash)
or i'ma drageth yond wench right to petsmart
i'ma alloweth thee chooseth, but i maketh the rules
giveth me a tool, so playeth t merit
secat the who is't? anon i nev'r loseth
i at each moment cum first liketh the day april daws
i taketh a traineth to the wage, rideth a plane to the wage
rideth a dick to the wage, what t doth?
i did get so much pap'r on me mine own homie thinkin' yond i'm 'bouta wend right backeth to school, ay
big chopp'r on me liketh bruce, ay (bruce)
big mouse wench yond's a moose, ay (moose)
all mine own life i've been snappin' liketh a snapple
yeah those gents knoweth i did get the juice
how thy hair stayeth did lay but thy did rend ain't hath paid?
and thy sleep chamber ain't madeth but thee geek
braches beest dirties, panties behold liketh lemonade
ev'rytime those gents alas 'round and pee
i just beest ridin' the did beat at each moment deliv'r heateth
then i consume t up, yond's ub'r engluts
those gents wanteth not beef 'cause i popeth up on braches
liketh c'rn'rs at which hour tuckin' in some new'r sheets (bop)

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Offline Krazy Golf

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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3]
« Reply #7 on: November 21, 2018, 19:06:52 »
Do we have the results for this? :)

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Offline Powerless

Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3]
« Reply #8 on: November 22, 2018, 07:18:39 »
Sorry for the delay - been busy prepping for family over for Thanksgiving. :P Congrats to the winners.  :D

FINAL RESULTS

1. Nikkie - 71
2. Tracie - 63
3. Jager_Candy - 15
4. Krazy Golf - 14


PREVIOUS WINNERS

Round 1 Winner: Nikkie
Round 2 Winner: Tracie


ANSWERS:
Day 1:
Song Lyrics - #1 - Kris Wu - November Rain
Song Lyrics - #2 - Hollywood Undead - Live Fast Die Young
Song Lyrics - #3 - Backstreet Boys - Chances

Day 2:
Song Lyrics - #4 - XXXTentacion & Lil Peep - Falling Down
Song Lyrics - #5 - Imagine Dragons - Bad Liar
Song Lyrics - #6 - Halsey - Walls Could Talk

Day 3:
Song Lyrics - #7 - Troye Sivan - Animal
Song Lyrics - #8 - Post Malone - Paranoid
Song Lyrics - #9 - Desiigner - Overseas ft. Lil Pump

Day 4:
Song Lyrics - #10 - Quavo - Go All The Way
Song Lyrics - #11 - Eminem - Killshot
Song Lyrics - #12 - Lady Gaga - Always Remember Us This Way

Day 5:
Song Lyrics - #13 - Device - Vilify
Song Lyrics - #14 - Nothing More - Go To War
Song Lyrics - #15 - Travis Scott - Sicko Mode

Day 6:
Song Lyrics - #16 - Shinedown - Kill Your Conscience
Song Lyrics - #17 - Gabbie Hanna - Monster
Song Lyrics - #18 - Cupcakke - PetSmart

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Offline Tracie

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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3] [FINAL RESULTS]
« Reply #9 on: November 22, 2018, 08:45:49 »
Thank you @Powerless always enjoy this event  :D
can't wait for the next 1 lol!  \:D/

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JC

Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3] [FINAL RESULTS]
« Reply #10 on: November 22, 2018, 19:21:16 »
D: Awwh i missed so many, I'll be more on it next time ;)

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Offline Nikkie

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Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3] [FINAL RESULTS]
« Reply #11 on: November 22, 2018, 19:22:25 »
Eee I really like these! Thank you for hosting! :)

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Offline Aqua

Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3] [FINAL RESULTS]
« Reply #12 on: November 22, 2018, 19:37:29 »
i didnt know any of them :(

still fun event tho :D

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Offline ShaneGoesArd

Re: Guess The Song... Shakespeare Style! [Round 3] [FINAL RESULTS]
« Reply #13 on: November 22, 2018, 21:54:55 »
i had like 3 days written in pm and closed tab, I couldn't be arsed after that.

Congrats to the winners. Fun Quiz @Powerless. Hopefully next time I submit before closing.

 

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