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    Height:174 cm - 178 cm (5'9" - 5'10")
    Weight:78 Kg - 82 Kg (171 lbs - 180 lbs)
    Birthday:April 25, 1987
    Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
    Dating:Single
    Living Situation:Living with parents/relatives
    Location:Calgary, Alberta, Canada
    Join Date:03:25pm | Mar 14, '05
    Profile Updated:08:31pm | Jun 14, '07
    Last Active:05:05am | Aug 25, '07

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    Reading Material:Graphic novels, Mysteries, Myths and Legends, Non-fiction
    Movies:Action, Comedy, Horror, Psychological Thrillers, Romantic Comedies, Science Fiction, Spy/Political Thrillers, Teen
    Art:Body Art, Song Writing, Writing
    Animals/Pets:Dogs
    Video Games:First person shooter, Fighting, Role Playing, Simulations, Strategy
    Cars:Audio, Modifications, Classics
    Music:Blues, Classic Rock, Hip-Hop, R & B, Rap, Reggae, Rock
    Sports:Body Building, Boxing, Hiking, Jogging, Kickboxing, Martial Arts, Paintball, Rock Climbing, Running, Sky Diving, Track and Field
    Activities:Clubbing, Cooking, Drinking, Driving, Listening to music, Partying, Reading, Traveling
    Outdoor:Camping, Going to the beach, Hunting, Hiking, Exploring, Sightseeing, Traveling
    Computers:Instant Messaging

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    I think the life cycle is all backwards

    You should start out dead and get it out of the way.

    Then, you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day.

    You get kicked out for being too healthy; go collect your pension, then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.

    You work 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.

    You drink alcohol, you party, you're generally promiscuous and you get ready for High School.

    You go to primary school, you become a kid , you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, and then...

    You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, in spa-like conditions; central heating, room service on tap, larger quarters every day, and then, you finish off as an orgasm.

    I rest my case.




    Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.
    So love the people who treat you right,
    Forget about the ones who don't and
    Believe that everything happens for a reason.
    If you get a chance, take it.
    If it changes your life, let it.
    Nobody said that it'd be easy,
    They just promised it would be worth it















    My Birth Was A Blessing, Sent To Live And DIE On Earth As A Lesson......






    30 Things Guys Want Girls To Know!!

    1. We're not as perverted as you think we all are.
    2. No matter what YOU say, your ex-boyfriend IS a LOSER.
    3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses sometimes too.
    4. Don't argue with us when we call you beautiful.
    5. Don't treat us like crap, what goes around comes around.
    6. We know you're pretty, that's one of the reason's we're going out with you.
    7. Don't go into detail about your period. It scares us.
    8. If you have cramps and we ask you what's wrong, just tell us it's that time of the month and
    nothing more.
    9. If you really liked us for us, you would let us think that our mustache, beard, or sideburns
    looked cool.
    10. We never shave our legs. So get over it.
    11. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup on us. It's just wrong............
    12. Don't make bets about us, because one of your friends will tell us if you don't.
    13. When we tell you that you're not fat, believe us.
    14. We absolutely do not care about the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, 98 Degrees, or what any other guy looks like for that matter.
    15. We may not be able to pee accurately all of the time, but at least we can stand up and go pee.
    16. Just cause you think you're always right, doesn't mean that you don't have to apologize when you do something "wrong."
    17. You expect us to say and do sweet things for you, but it would be nice if you did the same
    every once in a while. We like to know that you love us.
    18. We can't always be spontaneous, so try to help us make the plans sometimes.
    19. Don't ask us to beat up another guy for you, cause you might get what you wish for.
    20. Never kick us in the nuts "just to see what we would say". That's just mean.
    21. Never pretend like you are going to break up with us and laugh when we believe you.
    22. Pamela Anderson's boobs aren't fake anymore, but we like yours better anyway.
    23. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots who don't want a relationship.
    24. PMS is not an excuse.
    25. If you want us to put the seat down when we're done, you should put it up when you're done.
    26............ Don't tell us how cute your ex-boyfriend was. That doesn't turn us on.
    27. And always remember: The way to a guys heart is through his stomach..... and maybe....oh nevermind
    28. NEVER ask us to kiss other guys. You might be that comfy with your friends, but to us it's just wrong.
    29. We always notice how funny it is after your rip out our heart, stick it down our throat and still want to be friends.
    30. And last but not least: We know you're not always right, but we'll pretend like you are anyway.



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    "There'll be two dates your tombstone
    And all your friends will read 'em
    But all that really matters
    Is that dash right in between 'em."



    Loved by a many, hated by some, tested by the naive








    its what im sippin on



    ~:~:~:~:~:~:~R.I.P.~:~:~:~:~:~:~
    To the fallen

    Mike J. Irwin R.I.P. - we miss u Mike

    Josh Lyons R.I.P. - gone before your time, why was ure number called

    Mike Kashai R.I.P - We will ride for u homie when the time is right



    See U In ThugZ Mansion



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    DISLIKES

    Not Dislikes




    Some of my musical and personal influences.....


    ......it all started here, remember that

    I told em all
    All them little gangstas
    Who you think helped mold 'em all
    Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
    Like I ain't got none
    What you think I sold 'em all
    Cause I stay well off
    Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
    What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
    Tryna get this damn label off
    I ain't havin that
    This is the millenium of Aftermath
    It ain't gonna be nothin after that

    Hate all u want...they runnin shit

    Young Buck - I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
    Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
    Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two lanes
    The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayin
    The trunk full of somethin that can get a nigga life
    So my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin at the light
    I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel
    I'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I live
    But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at?
    We leave a couple niggaz layin, bet them bitches holla back
    Ever since Yayo been home it's been on
    Smackin niggaz up, employees is gettin sent home (yeah!)
    On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed
    Leavin niggaz with bulletholes and hospital bills
    This is how it is homie, La Costa Nostra
    I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers

    Lloyd Banks - He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate
    They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
    Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate
    And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate
    House with just a bigger gate , houndin him's a big mistake
    He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
    Cuz he remember when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand
    So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan
    Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
    When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game
    And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
    G Unit records aint no motherfuckin stoppin them

    50 - Yeah I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy
    It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
    Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
    The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
    They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
    Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do
    Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
    Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip
    War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
    Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
    Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
    You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street

    Tony Yayo - im filthy so stop hatin the milli's wut im waving
    you guilty by association you payin for operations
    your kids be orphans coughin up orcids
    we sprayin up your benz you layin in coffins
    its gunit click nigga you love wut we spit nigga
    my wrist glist and glitter cuz we sittin on six figgas
    yo its all about the benjamins feel the adrenalin
    yo we killin em wit beats from dre and eminem
    your bitch keep runnin me I know she feelin me
    my last cap and gown was in elementary
    the kid is back the kid is crack
    im hot hot the way we rap we blazin tracks
    you not not and em on the beat I had to hire marshall
    so we keep the club packed full of fire marshals
    nigga em on the beat I had to hire marshall
    so we keep the club packed full of fire marshals

    Pay Homage To The Legends....RIP

    Out on bail fresh outta jail
    California dreamin
    Soon as I stepped on the scene
    I'm hearin hoochies screamin
    Fiendin for money and alcohol
    the life of a west side playa where cowards die
    Only in Cali where we riot now rallies are live and die
    In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
    Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
    Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
    Famous cause we program worldwide
    Let'em recognize from Longbeach to Rosecrans
    Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
    So you know the row won't bow down to no man
    Say what you say
    But give me that bomb beat from Dre
    Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
    From Oakland to Sacktown
    The Bay Area and back down
    Cali is where they put they mack down
    Give me love!


    The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
    Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
    Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
    Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
    Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
    How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
    And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
    Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
    one more nine, c'mon cry nigga
    It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
    You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall

    Lyricall Genius and Musical Mastermind

    Soon as the verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart
    What is he thinkin? How not to go against me, smart!
    And it's absurd, how people hang on ev-ery word
    I'll probably NEVER get the props I feel I ever deserve
    But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
    If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
    Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin could ever be worse
    That's why I'm clever when I put together ev-ery verse
    My thoughts, are sporadic, I act, like I'm a addict
    I rap, like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
    But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles
    The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
    So this is like a full blown attack I'm launchin at 'em
    The track is on some battlin raps who want some static?
    Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
    A plaque and platinum status is WACK if I'm not the baddest

    Big Poppa
    When I die, fuck it I wanna go to (hell)
    Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
    It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies
    Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
    God will probably have me on some real strict shit
    No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
    Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
    Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
    All my life I been considered as the worst
    Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
    Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
    I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion

    The Doggfather
    always let a bitch know her boundaries
    Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea
    You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot
    Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW)
    Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit
    Nigga we be buckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit
    When the heat's speak, niggaz be on bitch shit
    Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they bizkit
    And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick
    But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit
    But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this
    Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this?

    Dont Slip Up Or Get Got.....
    By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
    don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
    With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly
    It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
    Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles
    And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
    My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline
    It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
    I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash
    And even got my coach bumped up to first class
    I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle
    Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

    Pastor West
    You know who you can call you gotta best believe it
    The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it
    Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic
    Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic
    After debris settles and the dust get swept off
    Big K pick up where young Hov left off
    Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off
    I dropped my new shit sound like the best of
    A&R's lookin' like 'pssh we messed up.
    Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
    Bottle after bottle till we got messed up
    In the studio, where really though, yea he next up
    People askin' me if I'm gon give my chain back
    That'll be the day I give the game back
    You know the next question dog 'Yo, where Dame at??
    This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back
    What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man??
    They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen
    R-r-r-right here stands a-man
    With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands

    Cont. In Blog........

    LATEST BLOG ENTRY

     
    12:17am | Jan 14, '06 | No Comments

    The G.O.A.T.

    When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
    tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
    The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
    You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
    How dare you step up in my dimension
    Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
    Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
    I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
    Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
    with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
    Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
    and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
    But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
    Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
    Snappin, you ameteur MC's
    Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
    For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
    Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
    In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence