That's Tim to the left and there's a huge sub-woofer, amp & audio player with rap on loop below the table.
Wait till I start cookin' up dope with an uzi. He will 'splode.
Halftime show…
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Wait till I start cookin' up dope with an uzi. He will 'splode.
Ladies & Gentlemen, the CDC & FDA have announced the science behind mandating you wearing a mask walking into a restaurant, but being able to take it off once you sit down:
I guarantee you 1 of the 3 stooges will be thinking to themself "okay, that makes sense".
I guarantee you 1 of the 3 stooges will be thinking to themself "okay, that makes sense".
Ladies & Gentlemen, the CDC & FDA have announced the science behind mandating you wearing a mask walking into a restaurant, but being able to take it off once you sit down:
I guarantee you 1 of the 3 stooges will be thinking to themself "okay, that makes sense".
Seems you're using the dope I cooked up in the crockpot. This is the Halftime show thread, not the "We Beat Tibs and Floggy Like Evil Step-children Covid Vaccine" thread
I'm getting my threads all mixed up, easy on the oregano.
I presume more rap lyrics?
Absolute ****. Jesus, do those idiots smoke so much dope that their brain functioning rivals that of an Ogre? 2nd graders can write better lyrics.
The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alright
Oh, and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now, I ain't no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines rolling on
But when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It's a town full of losers, I'm pulling out of here to win
While I know a lot of you hate Bruce because he is partial to the Dems,the man knows how to write and perform. While he’s got a lot older,he can still bring it live. I’ve seen him 3 times through the years and he’s never played less than 3 hours. One concert hit the 4 hour mark. One of the very few arena shows I would ever consider going to again. Thunder road has more classic lines in one song then many artists can’t get in a career. Hearing 18,000 people singing it is definitely one of my concert highlights.
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alright
Oh, and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now, I ain't no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines rolling on
But when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It's a town full of losers, I'm pulling out of here to win
While I know a lot of you hate Bruce because he is partial to the Dems,the man knows how to write and perform. While he’s got a lot older,he can still bring it live. I’ve seen him 3 times through the years and he’s never played less than 3 hours. One concert hit the 4 hour mark. One of the very few arena shows I would ever consider going to again. Thunder road has more classic lines in one song then many artists can’t get in a career. Hearing 18,000 people singing it is definitely one of my concert highlights.
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Get off my lawn!!!
This thread went ghey.
Ghey is the new term coined by MTC meaning Ghetto + gay = ghey.
Seems to be a new phenom taking over the youngsters today.
God bless the lost souls(rap song by tupac/outlawz) in this thread.
Alas. Get off my lawn
Ghey is the new term coined by MTC meaning Ghetto + gay = ghey.
Seems to be a new phenom taking over the youngsters today.
God bless the lost souls(rap song by tupac/outlawz) in this thread.
Alas. Get off my lawn
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Dear Mama,
Lord Knows they Picture Me Rollin. For now, Life Goes On and I got Ambitionz as a Ridah and I won't be Trapped and gonna embrace Changes. Cuz It's Just Me Against the World. So say your Hail Marys as you shed So Many Tears. Keep Ya Head Up. Ya love me, but Only God Can Judge Me. When I'm gone, I wonder if Heaven's Got a Ghetto?
The Don Killuminati, Machiavelli.
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Tick....tock
Lord Knows they Picture Me Rollin. For now, Life Goes On and I got Ambitionz as a Ridah and I won't be Trapped and gonna embrace Changes. Cuz It's Just Me Against the World. So say your Hail Marys as you shed So Many Tears. Keep Ya Head Up. Ya love me, but Only God Can Judge Me. When I'm gone, I wonder if Heaven's Got a Ghetto?
The Don Killuminati, Machiavelli.
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Tick....tock
Everyone in this thread except for me and Steeltime:
The fact you don't know those lyrics 'splains a lot. You don't belong here.
GTFO my lawn!!!
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This is actually how I picture you, Indy. Time to get white boy wasted!
Jersey shore?
It’s every time you and littley Huey in Wyoming postEvery time you post, yes, it gets a little more ghey.
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That's Steeltime.............whenever he sees a rap reference in this thread or someone got to close to his yard. Damn whipper snappers!
here ya go, Jimmy and Indy... not one N, not one ************.
even paints a picture
Talking 'bout the ghetto
Funky, funky ghetto
Trying to survive
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
The ghetto (hmm)
The ghetto (funky, funky ghetto)
Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day it's the same
And it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you, bro, but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope, but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break in my house again
Thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
The ghetto (funky, funky ghetto)
The ghetto (trying to live our lives)
The ghetto (won't ya tell 'em 'bout it, Too $hort?)
So just peep the game and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 million on a football team
And her baby died just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house, no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to feed
She'd rather spend her money on a H-I-T
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force, send some help
Waiting on him, I'd better help myself
Housing authority and the O.P.D
All these guns just to handle me in the ghetto
The ghetto (people are dying)
The ghetto (children are crying)
The ghetto (don't have enough to eat)
The ghetto (don't even have shoes on their feet)
The ghetto
Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like Too $hort
Sell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school, now he's slangin' dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
All day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where will you be?
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to get out of the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
But I got no place to go
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to survive in the heart of the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Ha, 'cause that's the only place that I know
So much game in a Too $hort rap
Can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be yourself
We're all the same color underneath
Short dog is in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black, stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put 'em in check
'Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail, you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen, it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid and you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse, running your mouth
While me and my people try to get out
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Talking 'bout the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Funky, funky ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to survive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Funky, funky ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Got no place else to go
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
even paints a picture
Talking 'bout the ghetto
Funky, funky ghetto
Trying to survive
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
The ghetto (hmm)
The ghetto (funky, funky ghetto)
Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day it's the same
And it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you, bro, but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope, but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break in my house again
Thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
The ghetto (funky, funky ghetto)
The ghetto (trying to live our lives)
The ghetto (won't ya tell 'em 'bout it, Too $hort?)
So just peep the game and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 million on a football team
And her baby died just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house, no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to feed
She'd rather spend her money on a H-I-T
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force, send some help
Waiting on him, I'd better help myself
Housing authority and the O.P.D
All these guns just to handle me in the ghetto
The ghetto (people are dying)
The ghetto (children are crying)
The ghetto (don't have enough to eat)
The ghetto (don't even have shoes on their feet)
The ghetto
Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like Too $hort
Sell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school, now he's slangin' dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
All day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where will you be?
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to get out of the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
But I got no place to go
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to survive in the heart of the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Ha, 'cause that's the only place that I know
So much game in a Too $hort rap
Can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be yourself
We're all the same color underneath
Short dog is in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black, stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put 'em in check
'Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail, you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen, it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid and you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse, running your mouth
While me and my people try to get out
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Talking 'bout the ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Funky, funky ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to survive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Funky, funky ghetto
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Got no place else to go
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Trying to stay alive
The ghetto (talking 'bout the ghetto)
Jimmy snaps like a toothpick...takes just a tiny little bit of pressure and *BOOM*
He needs to lay off the Pens games lolI hope our boy is okay, those heart attack symptoms he said he was recently experiencing is mucho no es bueno.
And I have a luxury suite with deluxe continental breakfast every morning waiting for me in June (that should get him awake).
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