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7,
00:21,
2008-04-17 13:10:57
Description: Never tug your girlfriend belly piecing body art,,because chances are she wouldnt explode in a puff of smoke,,but she would more than likely lay you out (More) Never tug your girlfriend belly piecing body art,,because chances are she wouldnt explode in a puff of smoke,,but she would more than likely lay you out (Less) Channel: metacafe
315,
00:12,
2008-04-21 18:15:42
Description: Buu transforms into liquid form and forces himself down a man's throat, forcing him to inflate and then explode, messily. Kinda gross! Don't say I didn't warn you!
Channel: youtube
6,
21:20,
2009-09-07 12:50:07
Description: "Old Yeller Belly" is the nineteenth episode of the fourteenth season of The Simpsons. It aired on May 4, 2003.++++++++++++++Plot Bart and his friends in his treehouse try to eavesdrop on (More) "Old Yeller Belly" is the nineteenth episode of the fourteenth season of The Simpsons. It aired on May 4, 2003.++++++++++++++Plot Bart and his friends in his treehouse try to eavesdrop on Lisa and her friends having a tea party, and the treehouse gets destroyed in the ensuing fight. Marge gets the Amish to build a new treehouse for Bart. However, because the Amish know little about electricity, Bart's treehouse catches fire, and Homer is trapped inside, unconscious. Homer calls for Santa's Little Helper to save him, but Santa's Little Helper doesn't. Snowball II does, by clawing at Homer's chest until he wakes up. Snowball II is worshipped as a hero by Springfield. The dog park is even renamed the "Snowball II Municipal Cat Park". Homer declares in an interview that "I have no dog!" and kicks Santa's Little Helper out of the house. Tied up in the yard and thirsty, Santa's Little Helper drinks from a can of beer by balancing it on his nose. Springfield Shopper reporter Dave Shutton takes a photo of it that appears on the front page of the newspaper. This gets the attention of Duff Beer, who announce that Duffman will be replaced with Santa's Little Helper, as their new mascot, Suds McDuff. Suds McDuff boosts sales of Duff Beer, and the family's fortunes explode. However, this prompts Santa's Little Helper's original owner (from "Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire") to visit the Simpsons and prove that he owns the dog by showing the interview footage of Homer disowning Santa's Little Helper. He becomes Suds' new owner. Figuring that if they can get Duffman to replace Suds as the Duff mascot, they can get their dog back, the Simpsons seek Duffman, who has become an ordinary man named Barry Duffman who helps the less fortunate. The Simpsons ask him to help the family get Santa's Little Helper back at a Duff Beer-sponsored beach volleyball event. At the event, Homer pretends to be drowning, while he is actually floating on a keg of beer. Santa's Little Helper is too cowardly, as Homer predicted, to save him. However, when Duffman goes in to save Homer, a shark attacks and Duffman refuses to go in. The shark attempts to bite Homer, but it gets drunk by biting the beer keg. The crowd at the beach likes the shark, and Duff Beer announces that the sharknamed Duff McSharkwill be their new mascot. Santa's Little Helper returns to the Simpson family. (Less) Channel: 123video
30,
04:26,
2008-04-21 16:43:00
Description: Flogging Molly playing their new song "Requiem For A Dying Song" live at Tremont Music Hall in Charlotte, NC on March 5th, 2008. This was from the Green 17 Tour, and the show was simply (More) Flogging Molly playing their new song "Requiem For A Dying Song" live at Tremont Music Hall in Charlotte, NC on March 5th, 2008. This was from the Green 17 Tour, and the show was simply amazing! Hope you enjoy. (4th on set list) (lyrics) There's a government whip cracked across your back Where the order of the day is don't listen attack See the blood run down in your bushwhacked town Revolution is the gimmick of a jokerless clown Another volley's just the ammo for the taxman's gun Talk, don't talk if you've nothin' to say Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way In requiem for a dying song Hear the shimmy and the shake from a futile war With the sun that lights the day Brings the darkness and the prize of another great shame But with you my love, with you my love With you I will return In requiem for a dying song Grab the barrel by the face shoot the order, release Shove the bullet in your pocket turn away and retreat See the terror in the eye of a bloodshot child With only rubble in his belly and the promise of lies Operation liberation, tell me you can decide Talk, don't talk if you've nothin' to say Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way In requiem for a dying song Hear the shimmy and the shake from a futile war With the sun that lights the day Brings the darkness and the prize of another great shame But with you my love, with you my love with you I will return In requiem for a dying song Agony from every corner of every street Ignite their loss of self With their bitterness...Explode...Explode There's a government whip cracked across your back Where the order of the day is don't listen attack Talk, don't talk if you've nothin' to say Walk, don't walk if your feet don't know the way In requiem for a dying song Hear the shimmy and the shake from a futile war With the sun that lights the day breaks the darkness and the prize of another great shame But with you my love, with you my love with you I will return In requiem for a dying song With you my love with you I will return In requiem for a dying song (Less) Channel: youtube
130,
00:21,
2008-04-21 17:13:02
Description: Man inflating and exploding in the old TV show "Max Headroom". No sound. Warning: gross ending!
Channel: youtube
33,
04:40,
2008-04-21 17:16:44
Description: Dirty Weaponry [Killa Sin] Yo, I forever stay ready dunn, money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice (More) Dirty Weaponry [Killa Sin] Yo, I forever stay ready dunn, money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waste None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hope he realizes what he did Perhaps you've got a tab on the line and I aint got no time for no bid See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib With their guns drawn, seekin Killa Sin who done slid Many moons ago, across town whereabouts Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck I puff a bone, a usual suspect, I'll never be Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life And I will [P.R. Terrrorist] Magazines recovered at homicide scenes, living of rhyming schemes Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at CEO's Leaving maternals frisked, faces drenched, buck 50 smile Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor The knowledge, syllables and my name is straight terror Killarmy running through your whole fucking era With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half This quarter wont last, your finger leaning on the trigger, guns blast Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed [Beretta 9] Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pertains Took to much time to explain The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame With this physical, mental, will and emotion The acquisitions to control my infinite devotions Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots My duty is to civilize and penalize Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight If now to live, you would begin to strike I waste no time now searching for a mystery With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history We be the gods, the Asiatic black men, and not reacting We actually run this shit and defend [martial art sample] [Islord] Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed coats Fuck the judges, cause they dont give two shits about us Black man, woman and child, how were living over here Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular Like clock work to be specific [9th Prince] The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils Ceased the rebel and broke the god down physically down to another level Madman at his weight, the great general pass the weight With a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear These pussy niggaz get tortured, while I stick hooks up their noses And cut of their ears, even their family member swill have to pay Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get man slaughtered the right way We're not dealing with feelings, but I spare the children Weak niggaz get destroyed, Four niggaz is building Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your head And watch your brains explode [Shogun Assassin] Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like cocaine Rebel dope that numbs your brain Like a shot of Novocaine In your death you will feel no pain I should teach you with my sword And the clip was poisonous Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous Wu hits come continuous Cause I don't give a fuck about '97 Ain't feelin this See what I'm revealin is the truth In actual fact be the proof The youth be the fruits And the elders be the roots I stand solid, under ferment This black man be the garment intelligent These be the word's for my testament Writen documents of the thought That makes me give props and sell tapes like cash crops. Mother fuckers. (Less) Channel: youtube
20,
04:36,
2008-04-22 09:44:51
Description: [Nas talking] ("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, (More) [Nas talking] ("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("Fuck Jay-Z") [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1 I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his musiq Check it [Chorus] [talking] Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt) Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring [Chorus] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called Blueprint First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live [talking] (I...will...not...lose) "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? (Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas [Chorus] Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was give you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase You a FAN, a PHONY, a FAKE, a Pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow (burn slow) Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks? Ne-gro please You no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Sean Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask, Kiss. (Less) Channel: youtube
25,
04:40,
2007-10-27 23:42:20
Description: Dirty Weaponry
[Killa Sin]
Yo, I forever stay ready dunn,
money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy
Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line
Thirsty to dump but thought (More) Dirty Weaponry
[Killa Sin]
Yo, I forever stay ready dunn,
money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy
Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line
Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waste
None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hope he realizes what he did
Perhaps you've got a tab on the line and I aint got no time for no bid
See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib
With their guns drawn, seekin Killa Sin who done slid
Many moons ago, across town whereabouts
Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a fuck
I puff a bone, a usual suspect, I'll never be
Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity
So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life
And I will
[P.R. Terrrorist]
Magazines recovered at homicide scenes, living of rhyming schemes
Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial
Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns
Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at CEO's
Leaving maternals frisked, faces drenched, buck 50 smile
Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility
Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl
From the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor
The knowledge, syllables and my name is straight terror
Killarmy running through your whole fucking era
With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather
And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act
Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half
This quarter wont last, your finger leaning on the trigger, guns blast
Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed
[Beretta 9]
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage
You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain
Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain
A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pertains
Took to much time to explain
The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame
With this physical, mental, will and emotion
The acquisitions to control my infinite devotions
Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts
To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots
My duty is to civilize and penalize
Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized
I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise
You fucking snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight
If now to live, you would begin to strike
I waste no time now searching for a mystery
With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history
We be the gods, the Asiatic black men, and not reacting
We actually run this shit and defend
[martial art sample]
[Islord]
Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast
Got me on some, fuck the large, fuck the fed coats
Fuck the judges, cause they dont give two shits about us
Black man, woman and child, how were living over here
Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular
Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds
With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular
Like clock work to be specific
[9th Prince]
The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed
And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army
Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive
Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives
But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils
Ceased the rebel and broke the god down physically down to another level
Madman at his weight, the great general pass the weight
With a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear
These pussy niggaz get tortured, while I stick hooks up their noses
And cut of their ears, even their family member swill have to pay
Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get man slaughtered the right way
We're not dealing with feelings, but I spare the children
Weak niggaz get destroyed, Four niggaz is building
Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your head
And watch your brains explode
[Shogun Assassin]
Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like cocaine
Rebel dope that numbs your brain
Like a shot of Novocaine
In your death you will feel no pain
I should teach you with my sword
And the clip was poisonous
Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous
Wu hits come continuous Cause I don't give a fuck about '97
Ain't feelin this
See what I'm revealin is the truth
In actual fact be the proof
The youth be the fruits
And the elders be the roots
I stand solid, under ferment
This black man be the garment intelligent
These be the word's for my testament
Writen documents of the thought
That makes me give props and sell tapes like cash crops. Mother fuckers. (Less) Channel: youtube
30,
05:03,
2007-10-12 20:42:22
Description: Spidey is back and brings the best diss video ever. Watch and see the visual representaion of every word spit by Nas.
And yes i own this video so please dont try to remove it just look atthe credits (More) Spidey is back and brings the best diss video ever. Watch and see the visual representaion of every word spit by Nas.
And yes i own this video so please dont try to remove it just look atthe credits and you'll see i created it.
[gunshots]
[Nas talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it
[Chorus]
[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring
[Chorus]
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some well wishin (bitches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called "Blueprint"
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss (Less) Channel: youtube
37,
05:43,
2008-03-29 11:13:24
Description: This is a rap I made about my computer.
this is not a diss song, dont get upset and write angry coments.
the beat was to slow, thats why I rap wierd.
Lyrics:
I kick my computer in a submission
(More) This is a rap I made about my computer.
this is not a diss song, dont get upset and write angry coments.
the beat was to slow, thats why I rap wierd.
Lyrics:
I kick my computer in a submission
until I turn on my windows xp home edition
Windows logo pops on the screen
who I've seen so many times,
as I heard the Simpson's theme song
its so long
All right,
Its time for me to pick
A user I click
On my picture between
To other losers on the screen
Chainsaw massacre got himself a pray!
no wait
its just my computer fan
tryin' to cool it down, its so damn loud
and I thought my 360 turned on itself
my comp is hot, even the shelf its standin' on,
oh yeah, finally, I get to see my background picture.. I'm logged in!
Ok now, let's play silkroad online,
Its Chinese and wow combine!
so I login but there is no fair line!
Someone is lucky gets in on first try.
But all I get is disconnected from the server sign!
No, joymax ain't blind!
They just wanthu to buy
A premium ticket that only costs 14,99!
Alright lets play something else...
I got half life 2 and a bowl of springles
Half life was fun, till I got pissed on a head crab
shooting don't help, I can't aim! I'm dead, crap!
A L T button combined with f 4
I tapped repeatedly in hardcore
the game shuts down, and when It was over
I double clicked on internet explorer
Oh, finally! Some good news
I got myself a free antivirus
and it scanned 8 viruses on my hard disc
I cant just leave them there it's a big risk!
I accepted, its time I believe
To replace you, spy-sheriff
You couldn't do your job,
So I walk you to the door, an' wave
And welcome error safe!
I enter you tube, and search the most viewed, top rated, rap relative, or just rude
And found-a-clip-called an operation goes wrong
where doctors were trying to put patient longs where they belong
but they burse in small pieces, and it didn't take long
till they gave up and a hearse came along...
... That nurse was funky
The next video was called thirsty monkey
It's a monkey who recycled, its own pee
It's a classic you just have to see
But you tube, have something that make me angry
Last on my list
is that kid named Ghiz, who plays with dolls, and rubber fists
And second place on my list, is stupid comment's like
"What song is this"? They make me pissed
And on first, is ALIEN FIGHT!
The violent clay cartoon
That's just not right! Think of the children
chi chi chi-ldren
Chi chi chi pac chickipac
Mpac mpac
And of course the sad thing about the internet is file share
people who participate in it just don't care
About the actors, ore the musicians
Who get mad and react in a lactose belly condition, who's only mission
Is to touch a cactus in position so they can explode with anger like thermonuclear
Reactors, and not only get paid on their additions, 'cus that's not enough,
They wanna get even richer, 'cous their cash tough earned...
They are millionaires, but they wanna have more, truin to make people stop sharing ,,beat stop,,... they are exploding with anger, "oh no! I lost a thousand out of my million". They are striking, closing web sites... and encourage people in interviews to buy, their shit
...Yo, real fans should buy my CD's, not download them... not borrow it from a friend... they're mad...
File share is a crime, people should get arrested
cous celebs earn a dime, less then expected
I kick my computer in a submission
until I turn on my windows xp home edition (Less) Channel: youtube
19,
04:36,
2008-02-01 12:17:29
Description: [Nas talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my (More) [Nas talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his musiq
Check it
[Chorus]
[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring
[Chorus]
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was give you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a FAN, a PHONY, a FAKE, a Pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow (burn slow)
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Sean Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask, Kiss. (Less) Channel: youtube
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2008-04-17 12:57:00
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2008-05-20 23:54:33
Description: LOST Season 4 Episode 12
"There's No Place Like Home: Part I"
*Ben goes into the belly of the beast.
*Sun carries Aaron on a freighter that could explode at any second.
*Jack (More) LOST Season 4 Episode 12
"There's No Place Like Home: Part I"
*Ben goes into the belly of the beast.
*Sun carries Aaron on a freighter that could explode at any second.
*Jack & Sawyer head towards the Orchid Station (to rescue Hugo)
*Kate & Sayid tag along with The Others, being led by Richard Alpert as they march with guns probably to the Orchid Station.
*...and Martin Keamy comes face to face with the man whose daughter he murdered . (SMACK!)
"How many times do I have to tell you John?!...
I ALWAYS HAVE A PLAN.."
LOST
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Description: Sid & Trevor Fairfax meet up for some hot duo action. They start off by playing with each others cock, and switch up to some sloppy sucking. See them explode their loads on Trevor's belly. (More) Sid & Trevor Fairfax meet up for some hot duo action. They start off by playing with each others cock, and switch up to some sloppy sucking. See them explode their loads on Trevor's belly. (Less) Channel: naughtymovies
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