Bands:
system of a down
disterbed
iron maidon
acdc
Tech Nine
rise against
Bizzy Bone
Biggie Smalls
ICP
Gorilla Zoe
Lil Wayne
Eminem
Aftermath
Obietrice
Dr.Dre
Bo Hagon
Mob Deep
50Cent
Snoop Dog
DZK

2% of the teenage population doesn't or hasn't tried smoking pot.
If you are one of the 98% who has, copy this into your profile and be proud <------hahahahaha


DRUGS

Wana know how i no my friends smoke pot
i walked out in my garge
the hole lot of my crew are sitting in a circle with some tools and an old box
then i hear"Dood, u wana help us build a robot??"

ok how much weed did u tards score
nice electronics there for that ah cardboard
did marijane change yall into inventors
"o bro, thats y we took apart your blender"

jesus christ ever time single time u people light up some kind when your fricken high
then think of 9 ideas, and then deside to trie them
hear let me define this more clearly this for u scientists
1 pipe hit plus 3 people talking equils u dudes think your fuckin stevin hockings

every party i walk into theres some heated argument on space time geometry
and half u jack fucks faild math,next bag skip a couple puffs man pass
last week u woke me up from my nap couse u fucking thaught u found a fuckin pirate treasure map
....

DZK Drugs
www.soundclick.com


DoomsDay

the rawness my roaring jaws harness is awesome
often indent, mic's I grip, with my paw prints
armed with the sharpest wit... far from harmless
raps hit ya heart like a dagger through the armpit

part martian, crashed in my star-ship
deep in Earth, then emerged from a tar pit
out the surface, burst like a shark fin
vulture, circlin' urban culture's carcass

cave-dwelling author, cursing, barking
kickin' my heartless verse in pitch darkness
marchin to thunder, my mic-phone's a cyclone
wind funnel that channel my animal-like tone

can't clone this hostile, explosive gospel
hold entire nation's hostage, I'm colossal
swallow bone fossils, whole - my stone tonssils
glow golden from blown fire, flow launchin

smoke from my nostrils, open, crowd choking
hoping my spoken vocals don't roast 'em
coast to coast, exposing most hoaxes
and I don't letcha people go, I'm no Moses

and those roses I placed on your casket
are the flowers for your date with the maggots
I'm that bastard you hate with a passion
cuz you can't imagine with language as graphic

blue-eye'd devil, I'm too high a level
to screw with, go ahead and let your crew die rebels
provin' a nuisance to my revolution
soon gets you bruised with my movements boot prints

music I splatter, oozes the same gruesome
putrid fluid as a slain cadaver
movin' through chapels, using a scalpel
to cut out foul devout tongues from their mouth holes

I am without soul, witch-born son
spit forth scum from a pitch-forked tongue
torture nuns, from dusk till sunny morning
casing the streets, in my wake leave torment

I need organs... I'm vampiric,
appear in no mirror, when I stand near it
and when I talk you hear it as if a spear
hit through ya ear, spirits get released in the air, be-ware

eerie lyrics stay seared on ya grey matter
as a babe, I would play with a snake's rattle
everchanging as the sun ray's day shadows
I slang flame like a napalm rain shower

my brain waves, pulse with a strange power
when I meditate -- days imitate hours
hypnotized and amazed by my talent
I strike like a diving bird with aimed talons

...I know not of challenge, nor error
I know not of fear, nor peril, nor terror
grave-robbin' burial plots of old Pharoahs
escape the with treasure, back full of shot arrows

raider of tombs, I'll never be afraid of you
with a sonic boom, I'll kick the baby out ya ladies womb
I can't relate to you -- I used to be confused
who do you pray to, when the humans all to pray to you

cuz you're a demi-god -- and your enemies semi-auto-
matic make you laugh like a maniac when he let it off
he ain't a threat at all, and when he saw me
all that shit talking stopped, without his jaw piece

keep walking, dog, or get annihilated
try and find a hater I ain't violated
no way to escape, I make
the pavement shake, quake and break, from state to state

en el Día de los Muertos [on the day of the dead]
a strange skeletal orchestra plays my ethereal concerto
scaring those unprepared for the bare notes
...that transmit my despair on the air flow [Listen....]

[Symphonic Concerto Interlude]

supreme creature - black mass preacher
who feeds you leeches rap track features
I breathe ether in toxic sermons
speeches for legions of walkin serpents

upon this altar, I call for carnage
the haunted, phonics, I utter, astonish
a God in, the halls of masonic lodges
where, often the knowledge I offer is pondered

the mighty deity to secret societies
where vile breeds of emcees admire me,
whether civilized or thriving tribally
we silently devise violent uprisings

all who defy me, refuse-ing to inter-vene
will be, consumed in the fumes of my inner-chi
when released, I poison the vacinity
behold the lone royal voice of this ministry

the superb symmetry, of word wizardy
in my verses burn vividly with pure energy
so, any enemy that dare speak ill of me
can tell it to the Holy Trinity -- yo -- I kill emcees

speak in my prescence and risk you detest me
I'm known to murder those unworthy to address me
saw through skulls, then gulp down chewed brains
floss with they blue veins, too, this is Doomsday!










10 reasons to date a rugby player:

1.we know how to hit in all the right ways
2.can anyone say spandex
3.we always scream and yell
4.open to perform in groups
5.we do it in 15 different possitions... repeadedly
6.we dont stop till we score
7.were used to working with our hands
8.not only can we tap that, we hit that HARD!
9.we know when to ease up and when to push harder
10.we can make you scream

Welcome to the burbs

u can find us in the suburbs chronic and a bubble of weed, we got what ya need to feel a buss, but us we aint no thugs, we aint into moving drugs, just come and get what u need, couse we be getting fucked up...

GRADUATE RIVER SIDE 08


Live the high life with : TYP 1 DIABETES



name:dave
hair:short, brown, small beard
height:5'10
weight 165 pounds

so ya that's me, i love playin rugby(eney forward positions)
enjoy just hangin out, relaxin
dominate eney paintball field

THE RAP GAME

u ready to rap mutha fucka?

r u ready to sell your soul?

i'll plug this rustid nigger
u made me crazy
u shoulda slade me as a baby
behaving shadyer then west craving
and u dont evan goda pay me
i take pleasure in layin a nigger down daily
u phase me drunk or sober think fast
i'v never been fucked up past where i cant woop your ass
you nigger get slaped with a bare hand FUCK U
is it rapin it's cool u fool just dont confuse it
theise dudes get rude then i just looses it
i'm scantlis, i'll blow your 2 kids with a gat thats bigger then godzilaz back
your not rillin in fact your the fully effect of a crack dealer
dont be mestankin me black or u will be stankin in the back of a fuckin cadilac

2 faceses, thiefs, crack heads, teases, stuck up bitches