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I’m rolling down the hill snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man chuck chillout
24 is my age 22 is my gauge
I’m writing rhymes on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a little problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street and you got had
Because it’s all high spirit you know you gotta hear it
Don’t touch the mic, Baby – don’t come near it
It’s gonna get you it’s gonna get you
It’s gonna get you girl it’s gonna get you
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun son of a bitch
Getting paid getting rich
Ultra violence running through my head
Fuzzy navel y’all making me see red
Rapid fire louie like rambo got bullets
I’m a gonna die harder like my kid bruce willis
I love girlies waxing and milking
Coordinating chics is my man dave scilkin
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the son of sam
I am like clockwork orange going off on the town
I’ve got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
I’m mad at my desk and I’m writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You’re a headless chicken chasin’ a sucker free basin
Looking for a fist to put your face in
Get hip don’t slip knuckle heads
Racism is schism on the serious tip
Now that I have established that I am alive and happy, I’m gonna make this very quick and clear.
Bif and Bunn are running this site. Not only are they taking care of day-to-day operations, but for all intents and purposes, it is theirs. If they need to change the wallpaper and need a password, they can ask for it.
I have only one thing on my mind. Or two. it depends on how you look at it. Tactics. Strategy. whatever.
Elon Musk
Andrew Exum
Dead
I lost a valuable ally when Conrad Murray drew attention. Dumb Fuck. Hope you get convicted. Nice job. Getting attracted to fame.
To be clear. I never want to see Musk and Exum die physically. But I do want to see them rot in hell. (Good luck with that from a legal standpoint)
I would like to see them both injected daily with that anti-douchebag drug. You got that?
My new Favorite Movie. Steve McQueen. No surprise there. 1962. 3 years before Hell is for Heroes. Didn’t realize they had made movies before that. You learn a new thing every day.
The douchebag who posted the clips on youtube refuses to show the love, so we all miss the greatest parts, which are The Steve on the ground. I’m afraid you are going to have to rent this one.
Steve plays Rickson, the leader of an entire B-17 squadron over Germany during the dark days in 1943. No demoted sargeant like Reese in Heroes. No. He is Rickson.
Not only is Rickson endowed with supernatural flying and fighting skills. He sends his pussy compatriots home during a Luftwaffe raid so he can finish off the bar while the proprietors are in the shelter. He would make Hemingway and Thompson proud. These were the pre-Reese days, when you needed the shit to take off the pre-combat shakes.
I’m only 42 minutes into the film, but Rickson is psycho and it is only 1962 (practically 1941 in WWII years, but 1943 in practice).
Good stuff. The actual combat is top notch. Based on a Hershey novel. Hershey? Didn’t he write Hiroshima?
for somebody…
Weapons are not toys. You fuck around. And someone gets hurt. Or worse.
40 is not that old. I own this album, I’ve been frightened into thinking I have early onset Alzheimers. But this is Van Halen II. Maybe Fair Warning. Pretty sure it was VHII.
I’m not gonna look it up. VH were the balls back in the day. Filthy Critic rags on people that revere the Smiths. Nobody can say anything bad about these Halen years. This was the shit.
Dave?
I have a serious alcohol issue. Not problem. Just issue.
My favorite way of relaxing is by reading and getting black-out drunk.
This happens when you don’t have a serious chick for years on end.
I have a serious chick now and so I’m real concerned about my issue. Like I need to get rid of it.
You have to understand. I do not drink or do drugs like normal people. I’m like Michael Jackson fucked up. I do not Go to sleep. I drink a half-litre of vodka and a bottle of wine when I want to achieve that result. …OK, so I’m not that bad. I don’t need three injections of Propolol or whatever to die. Fuck you.
I can be sober for days on end. But a women means I need to do that forever. That’s not right. I’m thinking kiling myself or trying to mesh whatever with pornography might work?
Not going to happen.
But I am so in love with her. I haven’t told her that. I am so fucking in love with her. If there was one person who I could spend eternity with it is her. She is one in a gazillion. I am so screwed.
This is god fucking with me. She is like my sisters. Not that I want to fuck my sisters. I don’t. Gross!
I’m just saying. She is like my sisters. Well, with one difference. She has big boobs.
I took her for a walk around the Charles River. We walked from Mass General up to Mass Ave, then onto the Cambridge side. Past MIT back to 93 over and back. This bitch has legs. I kept asking her if she was tired. My dogs were killing me and she was in flip-flops. That’s like 3 miles.
Once we got back and were recuperating in the Mass Gen bottom floor, I asked her, “3 miles?”
She said yes.
“4 miles?”
“No way.”
“How can you tell?”
“They say the average is 2.4 kilometers per hour.”
Yeah. That’s it. She is the jackpot. I win. It took 40 years but I get Helen.
Bill Maher was on Conan last night and I believe bill was trying to welcome Conan.
I didn’t really get it, thought I was trying.
I was thinking about turquoise. I was thinking about gold. I was thinking about Isis and the world’s Biffest necklace.
Sorry. I meant Biggest Necklace.
Sorry. My girlfriend just loves Bif. Personally, I want to murder her and scrape out the serial numbers on her breast implants. I’m just kidding. I just want a little bit of attention… Please. Just a little…. I mean I know Bif is cool….but…. but… I’m the guy you are with…. Look…I mean whatever…. that’s cool…. Look …. is there some reason you need to keep fellating him… alright whatever…. fine.
[This was just a goof. Bif wishes his life was this cool.. I was just prepping some stupid shit for entourage.... Johnny Rico in Da House. Boom goes the dynamite!]
OK , I’m done. It’s is go time. It is Woodstock. Jimi was 28 when he died. I really need to get into that shit more. Seriously.
Dedicated to AU (Autonomous Unit)
I been real real drunk and funked up and listening to women (my sisters) for too long.
This thread is dedicated to AU. For the Zulu Kilo image alone. That just kicks ass.
Dude anytime you wanna hook-up. Me and somebody takes a walk around a new artificial park in Dedham, Massachusetts. The Newest of the awesome terminator malls. I’m not kidding. I’ll take you to breakfast or lunch after. If you are lucky, my father or a girlfriend will be available for interviews. Oh, it is brilliant.
If you are real lucky you’ll be here with my sister or Patrick or Menino.
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