I'll start. Just add lyrics that rhyme.

Fog rolled in,
south west wind.
Icycles upon my chin.

I'll start. Just add lyrics that rhyme.

Fog rolled in,
south west wind.
Icycles upon my chin.

waitin for the blitz to begin
one more fish i'll call it an end
big 30 pounder makin my rod bend

I'll start. Just add lyrics that rhyme.

Fog rolled in,
south west wind.
Icycles upon my chin.
and the toilet paper's runnin' thin....

Had a spot, didn't want to lend
did it, got burnt by a friend
this fall no more spots, will I lend
to ????? with love, will them I send

Waves a crashin'
head spin in the rain,
50# stripahs
just infectin my brain

Stripers starting their fall migration,
Soon they will be gone,
So get yer butt to the ocean friend,
And get a forty on..... :jump:

Goin to the corna
se ya all afta skool
Surrenda
surrenda
but don't giv urspots
awaaaay
aaaay
aaa-aaay

:cool: I had an itch
went to tha ditch
wind was blowin
no birds were showin
tossin lead scratchin my head
thinkin I should of stayed in bed
said one more cast
rain fallin fast against my face
gotta get outa this place
but I had an itch --tha ditch tha ditch tha ditch
link sr

Well, the wind ,she blows
but the rain ain't snow
so I'm hitting the sand again.
The run is on
but it won't last long
so go let's get our large now, my friends

Fog rolled in,
south west wind.
Icycles upon my chin.
But....

...how can ya have icicles in sw & fog?
:confused:

Hey, I'm surprised I could even rhyme something when I got home from the bah last night. Give me a break, make a rhyme or get lost moron!

Stripers are good
Stripers are great
Thankyou for the
delicoius fillet on
my plate!

Hey, I'm surprised I could even rhyme something when I got home from the bah last night. Give me a break, make a rhyme or get lost moron!

The Crunch, The Crunch
I'm addicted to The Crunch
I put the yo-yo's down
To get the Big Girls by the bunch

But the wind is too hard and the seas to high
Gonna have to fish the beach, gotta take a drive

I head over to The Ditch, but life can be a Bitch
Hoppin' boulder-to-boulder
But it's shoulder-to shoulder
Find an empty space, let my wood fly an' hold 'er

Then Billy White Boots Johnson casts over my line
Will he cross me up or will I get it back on time

It's too late
In Billy White Boots' zest
He didn't pay attention
He got an awfull bird's nest

He got tangled up with me, but then I got it out
But it's really too bad, had a schoolie by the snout

It's not working out so the heck with this bunch
I'll take my chances in the Sound

And head back to...

The Crunch

my shirt is puked and my pants are pissed..

but im gonna throw a popper through the ocean's mist.

you see, i got a gland problem that makes me wish...

That i just want to cach


one more fish. :fishslap:

:rotf3: The crunch :uhuh:

the wind blows
i freeze off my a$$hole
hours at the ditch
still dont catch sh%t
should have listened to pete, my pal
THERE IS NOTHING IN THIS DAMN CANAL!!!

Fishy fishy in the brook,
Poppa catchem with a hook,
Momma fry him in the pan,
Baby eat him like a man.

Worked all day, oh man alive....
Wish I had Amazing Fish Numba Five,
Mikey callin with harrassin voice mails,
I'm slicin in the woods just like Judge Smails.

I just lost that bet to crazy old Rodney,
Big ol stripers..fo-sho that's my quandry.
My brithdays comin, for me not for you,
But I'm stuck slavin at the ol Bugaboo.

Two days off, in the fall run,
But bad mofo nothwesterns ruin my fun.
I'm Itchy and Scratchy all over that itch,
I'm crazy Mr. Sandeel Nose, now give me some fish!!!

Sittin at home with six hours for sleep,
My beers gettin fuller from tears I do weep.
One more chance for charlie I'm prayin,
Cause winter's comin and home I am stayin'

Word to your mama.
I'm out,
The Formerly Not-Rappin Sandeel Mustache Rickman
PEACE :bshake:

Bomba Bro's, you see us on the beach,
Always fishin where the others can't reach.
I always go till my body gets numb,
Look out for Mikey with a hook in his thumb.

We comb the OB's for Dave and for Larry,
We look for Fred and sometimes find Barry.
They sing for joy when we pull into the packy,
Cause Mikey buys up all the Twisted Tea.

We pose for pictures, man we are grubs,
And we try hard to ho all of yo' plugs.
If you see us walking alone and out far,
It's only cause we threw the other out of the car.

We like to sing, we like to dance...
Hey I think #^&#^&#^&#^&ey just took off his pants.
If your lookin for help just say the word,
Mikey's a ninja at unhookin a bird.

We used to hand with a guy named Meals,
Mikey's number one at attracting the seals.
Next time you see us on the beach at night,
Stay out of the way Bushwacker Bombas on the right.

Careful of Mikey if there's a tourney,
He'll get all mad and punch you in the knee.
Kayak, pluggin, or on the beach
Bomba Bro's...fish where you can't reach.

Peace Y'all, I'm going to bed. :topic:

Well, the wind she blew,
and the chit just flew
Mung was movin
fish was groovin
time and tide, all was proven

Spot burners
Spot muggers,
New Yahkahs too

Large was caught
in the snot
damn this weather
made the fishin hot!

I lIKe fIsHIn, cuz fishIns fun
slINgiN eEls or ThRowiN pLugs
I likE wheN thOse biG moMMas tAkE tHeiR ruN
lATe at NitE or eArLy mOrn
sOmE baSSes lIps arE goNNa geT toRn

no sleep
wifes pissed
projects aint done
behind at work
I dont give a flying *&%$

I liKE fIsHiN.....and its almost over

bait and fish, they sure be jumpin'
don't need no eels, it's plugs they're thumpin'
hate them spot jumpers, it's BM's leg they should be humpin'
forties are great, a fifty would be sumpthin'

Fall is upon us
Make the Most of it
soon will be wintah
then we feel like chit

So get your fill in now
and all, let's make a vow
Keep the Good feeling going
'cause soon it's gonna start snowing
no Flame Wars be a Throwing

Peace.

I like Nibs the best :D


Casting for bass, its eleven oh three..

I got bass slime all over me.

Im gonna go home now and slip into bed...

but with this nasty smell on me, i'll never get any *****



:whackin:

Its all about spots man
All about spots
I want large
Don't need no tots
I got me Hab's
Got me sluggo.
Got OTW
I know where togo.
I go to RI
to see me Bud Nebe
We go out fishin
No large fo me
there's notin in RI
So I go to the cape
Look fo BM
its his fish to rape
My bag's unattended
He tries to pillage.
He don't know
I from mutant village.
He opens it up.
Out comes the Monster
enters his body
BM says
whats this truck fo.
I need a jeep
So I can look like "Barbie".
I told him leave it alone or u'll be sorry
but he no listen to the N-I-B
Now he goes to P-town
an screams suu-eee
moral of the story
It is plain to see

Never mess wit the Notorius N-I-B...

:rotfl: :jester: :rotf2:

Instant classic :laugha:

-spence

My name is spence and im here to say

i bought some new gucci waders today..

they got some glitter and they got some shine

but i think they will do me just fine.

You can see my bling form chatam, when i am fishing the block,

The ferry wouldnt let me take my Audi, so i just had to walk...

My reels are made by rolex, The spools are made of gold..

But with all this gear, I cant help but shed a tear.....

catching the skunk sure is getting old...

You see, I hear there is something called a bass who swims our local seas..

i could care less though, because I have a gear buying disease


:p

What the heck is "chatam"?

-spence

NIB's monster is entering BM's body in P-Town. :rotf3: :rotf3: :rotf2:

Holy chit that is funny.

P-town sand is like no otha,
You think you got problems,
BM wants to be Slip's lova,
It's hidey ho and hidey hee,
If BM had long hair, you think he was she.

Poor Slip can't get no peace,
Bm's on the cell and he won't cease,
Sand in his hair, sand in his shoes,
Too bad he spends so much time on the internet,
He gives up way to many clues.

If he gets mugged he yips and he yaps
Bout new yorkers and those Joisy Chaps
Secretly he wants to be loved,
BY NIB in the back of his jeep
But Nibby is cool and he don't lose no sleep
Just cause BM is on the same sand doin' his midnight creep.

It's needles this and my dannys that
My dannys are different
They is all phat
I was the first you will hear him say
To make that plug in that certain way

But too much sand and not enough sleep
In to his brain odd thougts will seep
He ain't no super hero
He is just another nut
Got caught up he did
in the internet rut.

The fall winds are blowin
the cold rain is comin down
soon BM will go into his winter funk
wit no sunlight comin down

He fishes hard day and night
Catches a big one now and then
when canal guys are polite

Time to re-spool BM
wind it up tight
Cause the big ones are out there
wantin' one last fight

Forget the internet wit it's heroes and foes
and got the beach that nobody knows
Stand in the wash in the moons halflight
And Yell as you hookup "AHA YOU BASTAGES"
See I was right!!!!!!!!!!! :love:

i bought some new gucci waders today..

My reels are made by rolex, The spools are made of gold..
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
GOOD one!

:rotf3: :jester: :rotf2: :laugha: :claps:

NIB's monster is entering BM's body in P-Town. :rotf3: :rotf3: :rotf2:


One eye'd monstah :D

I'm on the fence if Rap should even be considered singing, but here’s my entry, a remake of an old favorite. Now what’s crazy about it is the song has the potential to set the stage for a new TV series about the weekly travails of a bunch of grizzled surfpunchers plying the New England coastal tides for “cows”. Starring Clint Eastwood as Surf “Howdy” Yates, Paul Brinegar as Windcheater, a real Rebel, Eric Fleming as their leader, canal sharpie Gibbs Darter, and Bill Tompkins as Toothless Bluefish.

Castin’ Castin’ Castin’
Keep castin’ castin’ castin’
Though they're procrastinatin'
Keep them long rods castin’, Lineside!
Try to think just like one
Hope the plug’s the right one
Soon you’ll be hauling in a large.
Boy my heart’s a pumpin’
Hope soon a striper fightin’, be waiting at the end of my rod.

Cast ‘em out, reel ‘em in
Change a spot, check the drag
Cast ‘em out, reel ‘em in Lineside!
Screamin' reel, set the hook
Set the hook, reel ‘em in
Work ‘em in, beach ‘em up Linesiiiide!

Ooh Jimbo,
Reminds me of the song I worte about my old roommate in college, we called him Whitey.
He was arguably the best guitar player I've ever seen or met. Great guy, he graduated with me from UMass (nuff said) and had a Masters from Harvard in counseling (just like Mikey minus the Harvard).
Man this guy could rock on the guitar...just ask the other bald Bomba...
But man, he hated fishing, fish, and my tackle...He drove his old man's Audi 4000 sports coupe, badly I might add, all around the greater Amherst area.
So here's the song:
Drivin, Drivin, Drivin...
I Was F.in flyin,
Heard this great big cry and oh no!
I was drivin poorly,
Now they wanna sue me,
Guess I can't drive any more


Tow 'em in
Fix 'em up
Drive 'em out
Crash 'em up
AUDI

Tow 'em in
Fix 'em up
Drive 'em out
Crash 'em up
Audi

I've had so much bad luck,
Then I hit a trash truck,
Now they want to see me in court.

I was drivin poorly,
Now they want to sue me,
Guess I shouldn't drive anymore.
Tow em in,
Fixem up.
Drivemout,
Crashemup,
Towemin,
AUUUUDDDI.......
AUDI :jump:

If ever there was a thing
more peaceful than striper fishing
it could be our worst day, in awful weather
and putting a line in the water can always make it better

big fish, small fish
no fish, drink like a fish

days and nights filled with anticipation
the joy of living in this incredible nation

Flap, NIB, Karl, Nebe, Spence, Bomb'as, everybody, freakin' good stuff...hysterical......

:btu: :jester: :rotf3: :jester: :rotfl: :jester: :jester: :bounce: :buds: :happy:

Ice

This is fun! wasted 10 min of my day but what the hell....
to "Badge" by Cream

Betcha thinking bout the time you drove in my sled
thinking that I might have drove you too far
Thinkin 'bout that bass I iced in the cooler....
I told you only fish in the dark
told you bout the goons and where they park
Then I told you bout the spot I landed a monster

I told you how the Tide goes up and down
Yes I told to fish when the light goes down
Better pick yourself up off the ground
Before the next wave crashes down
Yes, Better get some korkers on

Talkin bout a goon that looks quite like you
Didnt have the time to learn what he needed too..
His wife sold away his gear since he fell off the breachway :devil:

there once was a man from nantucket
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who fished in a large bucket
every time he got skunked he said %$#& it
but every day he fished from that bucket
now he is old and does tea and crumpets
all the while playing with his trumpet

I know where you guys thought I was going with it

freak a zoids

The wind was howling from the east
25 knots to rattle your teeth
6 foot seas tight and stacked
The 21 footer was sure to crack

An hour later, and frozen solid
we dropped three lines into the water
bump, bump, bump, and then a scream
two bent rods, what a scene!

The line was peeling off my reel
that cow was running with her meal
my son was burning up his drag
the sea was laughing like a hag

two more runs and tons of pain
the line she took I started to gain
my son was yelling, get the net!
a 35 pounder was my bet

Waves crashed against the hull
the men on board were scared as hell
the thirty pounder found the cooler
but the one on my rod seemed much crueler

Another wave met with a smash
the fish made her final dash
the froth was swamping onto the deck
I sliped and nearly broke my neck

My son sank the gaff deep and true
into the arm of you know who
I dropped the rod and blood shot out
"save the fish" I tried to shout

The awful clunk the rod expelled
as it hit the gunnelll and then fell
into the sea and out of sight
I Fought back tears with all my might

The trip back in took nearly 2 hours
I steered that boat with all my power
my heart was broke, my arm was aching
fishing in October is very painstaking.

Boat songs don't count.

there once was a man from nantucket
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who fished in a large bucket
every time he got skunked he said %$#& it
but every day he fished from that bucket
now he is old and does tea and crumpets
all the while playing with his trumpet

I know where you guys thought I was going with it

freak a zoids


hehe

you guys wish you were the man from nantucket

I once heard a tale from a sailor who died
and the way that he said it he couldn't have lied
he said that his wife had a,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,