06-24-2004, 09:56 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Banned
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Is it nonsense, is it poetry?
AIMguy1: hello--are you in my computer?
Aimguy1: i think i can hear you screaming aimguy1: if i set you free is it 3 wishes granted to thee? guy2: Yer knot raght guy1: do we agree, if not i shall delete thee guy2: Hee,hee,hee guy1: hark, hark --tis the scream of the man on my pentium guy2: don't go taking durty now guy1: hes is screaming at me, screaming blindly in the whirl of the fan guy1: cooling him--cooling him guy2: on a serious note: can you help me get my resume together in the morning? guy1: the artificial air of my fluorecant hell, .......my office cell guy1: hark--he becons for my assist guy1: i shall get the screwdriver--the tools of my trade guy1: shall crack the case, to see his face guy1: the man on my pentium chip guy1: running the show guy2: I'm getting a copy of my old resume this afternoon and I have a copy of my present job duties guy1: and to make his resume --for the world to show guy2: Kevin is waiting for me to e-mail it to him. guy1: tis precious the time we shall spend---building his papers guy1: so he needs not the vapors guy2: gotta get back to work now. guy1: from my flourecant hell guy1: --on the morrow, your resume we shall complete guy1: for the job market in which you shall compete |
06-24-2004, 10:14 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Psychoholic
Location: Ein tov she'ein bo ra!
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Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
I don't know If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already Now here we go (*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman) [50 Cent - Verse 1] 50, lefty, no gun in my right palm Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah) Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh) Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh) Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn) I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out [50 Cent - Chorus 2] My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy I don't know If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already
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