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Jul 31st, 2004 10:56 AM | ||
Neurotic monkey |
You can run but you can't hide from the westside night stalker, shit talker, run and tell them Mr L.M. nigga with the gat and i'm back off the everyday prey that I slay rolling with the fo' chase ya through South-Central monkey-wrench ho's should know that, she'll get the balzac cause i'm not staving, but fuck that Johnny Carson ho' never had me on the Late Night Show coming with the shit that'll hitch steady mobbing cause the flavours good there goes the neighbourhood nigga with the third album how come he don't fall off? rolling with the sawed-off gauge turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture but you know Anita, she can get the Pita eat 'em up yum, and your flawed mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor here comes the Predator. Check your head for the new style fuck Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and Koon pretty soon we'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em riots ain't nothing but dodge for the system fighting with the beast, no justice, no peace if any, even if we fuck up Denny niggaz are sick of your white mans tricks with no treat thats right, now it's on, on sight you call me a Muslim, no i'm not a resident, still got my vote in Farrakhan for president, a white America, i'm tearing ya a new ass ho', who's the nigga with the new black strolling to your suburb house and I douse with gas now who's cleaning up trash? eat 'em up yum, and your flawed mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor here comes the Predator. get my black rag showing and i'm ????? kiss my grips like ??? or Mel's Diner i'm meaner than a mutha-fucking Hyena, chasing Antelope put a chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a Cantelope I can't stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em talk about dog's, boy I can sling 'em ratta-tat-tat on your noggin cause Ice will cream your ass like ???? chocolate I get crazy when I catch a rap even be flipping the toungue like ???? Das-Efx so who is Ice Cube? i'm a rapper, actor, macker got a little problem with the redneck cracka get the polly, whack her, ???? is a devil shit-packer coming with a crazy pitch and the statue of Liberty ain't nothing but a lazy bitch don't wanna give up the crack to the black but you call it racial, if we go and break the ho' but eat 'em up yum and your flawed mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor here comes the Predator |
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Jul 28th, 2004 09:39 PM | ||
Captain Goodtimes |
it's the beastie boys you old twit you would know better man, but you dont know shit cause the only beat you got is the kind in your hands knocking out your children and making demands. |
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Jul 28th, 2004 08:53 PM | ||
FartinMowler |
Well, I'm ill from that thrill :/ thanks for the ink you mostly stink ![]() |
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Jul 28th, 2004 10:51 AM | ||
Captain Goodtimes |
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad gettin' bolder - cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef - you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and bitties with titties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out M.C.'s with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L. Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches - man they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crakin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping - busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling' - I'm dealin' - I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower - and I'm always stinking Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips - she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing - killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' I've been drinking my rum - a Def son of a gun I fought the law and I cold won Black Beard's weak - Moby Dick's on the tick 'Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six My pistol is loaded - I shot Betty Crocker Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate Most illingest b-boy - I got that feeling Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' |
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Jul 28th, 2004 04:48 AM | ||
MrAdventure |
aww yeah fartin im afraid im gognna have to step in and dose you up with some dope rhymes so ill and so fat gross jimmy spit in the fountain i told the teacher on him twice ew gawd hes picking his nose i told the teacher on him twice groooossss i h8 boys a lot grooooosss i h8 boys snot groooosss i h8 the way they play groosss i wish theygd go away! its my birthday today and i brought cake it came from the store because we cant bake all the boys were rude and ate a piece before i got my birthday wishes from each gooo away boys no boys allowed goo away boys i want to screma and shout get lost boys youve got muddy shoes get lost boys i got the gross boy blues ow dont trip me and pull my hair quit trying to see my underwear ;_; i wish you would just eat a frog quit throwring rocks at me!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Jul 27th, 2004 02:53 PM | ||
Snatchtastic |
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Jul 26th, 2004 05:46 PM | ||
FartinMowler |
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Jul 26th, 2004 05:06 PM | ||
Matt Harty | I WONDER IF RONGI WOULD LIKE IT | |
Jul 26th, 2004 02:14 PM | ||
iron mitchell |
re: record it and i'll release it. |
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Jul 26th, 2004 02:08 PM | ||
FartinMowler |
Tapping me on the back the giant rat made me spit and weeze, blowing my coke a cola into the air conditioned breeze, fucking rat leans into me and shouts "Hey! kids welcome to Chuck E Cheese!!" as quick as his giant costumed hand could reach for his mortal clock I pulled out my glock and blew out his brains to the sound of 500 kids screaming and going into shock. Juan Renaldo liked a girl named Isador that he paid to get on her knees and wipe the floor, claiming to have a 12 iron but actually just a Putter, he pulled out her Ju Jubes and with both hands slapped them together to watch them shudder, only to dump and dispense his butter... I was bored today...it's Monday :/ |
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Jul 26th, 2004 09:27 AM | ||
Dole | Three men and a little lady | |
Jul 26th, 2004 09:17 AM | ||
Emu | let's not, k | |
Jul 26th, 2004 07:19 AM | ||
FartinMowler |
Let's Rap I got up this morning and felt like rapping so let's all write a bad rap... ![]() Fucking way to behave, you licking poon to leave me sticking to a big ball room. I've favoured stinky whores and you some thing that glows up the nose but we won't be pimping or scrimping or limping on the floor because you ain't my compodre or my pal, your a double dipping nacho cheese eating warlord that I came to fuck me up and drop a biggitity bomb on the quam of my inner sole of my septum... add to mine or make your own.... :/ |