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 Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:44 pm
Clash Kiddick Gansta song: Yung Joc - "It's Goin' Down" Niggaz in muh face, down he' ev'y day, askin' me a question like, "Joc, whe' ya stay!?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:44 pm
Shou, lissen up:
Verse num'a two
Do da damn thing
Cubes on my neck, pocket full a Ben Franks
When I'm in na mall
Hos just pause
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:46 pm
I cannot wait for the next round and the rounds for Barton.
I have a lot of fun characters to come and beat some a**
Maxarus of Wrath, was one of my big and beefy characters years ago, who carries a 20,000lbs blade which is four feet wide and like a few inches thick and is based off of pure heat, hatred and chaos.
The Plane of Wrath, oh yeah the plane of wrath incarnate, oh yeah it can fight and it will use each one of its nine sub sphears of existence to ******** trump anything thrown at it, clash had aquired a confrontation with the shifting and changing of links. Imagin how quick someone will die when they're sucked into a world for which consumes.
Ertai Vexic/Banastre Vexic- A duel existence of Ertai and his father Banastre Vexic, fear the whips!
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:46 pm
Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
'Cause when push turns to shove
You jump into your forefather's arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system,
Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:49 pm
Shouyin Trustafundian rebel without a cause for alarm,
'Cause when push turns to shove
You jump into your forefather's arms.
He's a banker, you're part of the system,
Off go the dreadlocks in comes the income. Ooh, I think they like me Betta yet, I kno' Lights, cam'ra, action When ah walk fru da do' Yeah Ertai, Life/Death Complex is pretty wicked, if you're gonna do that too. But using Wrath might be kinda iffy because I thought about it, and you're not allowed to planeshift or anything or exist in another plane besides the material. So you'll have to focus the extraplanar attacks on your enemy or the area around you (in defense perhaps).
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:50 pm
The devil only exists because of your belief in him,
Same goes for that other guy.
I believe the sun is simply reflecting the shine from the moon (word?)
Stealing its spotlight, they'll have a cockfight at noon.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:52 pm
Here, in this collapsed lung of a borough
There is no sunlight, the sunlight is manufactured
In a windowless room, distant and incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:55 pm
Smart went crazy, truth went trendy,
The story got lazy so I rewrote the ending.
Manipulated the entry, more user friendly,
Now a city full of painpills and tattoos defend me.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:57 pm
LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS
LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS
LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS
LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS LYRICS
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:58 pm
Your song ******** sucks.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:59 pm
Yeah, well. Your face ******** sucks.
OOOOOO.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:59 pm
Yeah...sorry Shouyin, but someone just killed the mood. *Goes off to do something else.*
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 11:00 pm
Queen Beyotch Yeah, well. Your face ******** sucks.
OOOOOO. *fites her and wins*
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 11:00 pm
twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder what you are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky
twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder what you are
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