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Who y'all talking to man?
Uh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out o all the niggas that be ****ing mad bitches
In other niggas cribs
Thinkin' shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, haha
Live niggas respect it, check it
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my mother****ing hoes for ya
Niggas think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you parked at?
Petiteness but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm ****in' with you
The bitch official though, dick harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit it if she trippin' disappearing like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she **** around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in them
The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressing me to ****, like she was in a rush
We ****ed in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playing against the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was past
She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, sayin', "I'm smoking on homegrown"
Then I heard her moan, "Honey I'm home"
Yup, tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "Bitch, you better talk to him"
Before this fist put a spark to him
**** around shit get dark to him
Put a part through him
Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin' me to stop but this cat gettin' closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uh
Before my eyes could blink, she screams out
"Honey bring me up somethin' to drink"
He go back downstairs more time to think
My brain racin', she's tellin' me to stay patient
She don't know I'm cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
But I can and I will though, I'm tryna chill though
Even though situation lookin' kinda ill, yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope"
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga coming off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast here's the stash
A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga pulling mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
"Bring some weed I got a story to tell" uh, uh
Yo man, y'all niggas ain't gon' believe what the **** happened to me
Remember that bitch I left the club with, man?
Yeah
Yo, sticky, yo
I'm up in this bitch crib
This bitch ****ing one of them ol' Knick ass niggas and shit
I'm up in the spot, so you know (who cuz?)
I don't know, I don't know which one?
One of them six-five niggas, I don't know
Yeah
Anyway I'm up in the mother****ing spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy, whatever whatever
I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some
Get the **** out
Must have been rained out or something
He comes up in the spot
Had me scared, had me scared to death, I was shook Daddy
But I forgot I had my Roscoe on me
Always, you know how we do
So boom the nigga comes up the stairs, he creeping up the steps
The bitch all shook she sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit
Shit gettin' mad nervous, I said **** that man (I know you was ready to clap him)
Man nigga, you know how we do it nigga
Ransom note style put the scarf around my mother****ing face
Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack
Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot
Flash the Desert in his face, he drops the glass
Looked like the nigga pissed on himself or somethin', word to my mother
Mother****er, this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet
Start giving me mad paper (oh shit)
Mad paper
Yo, I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch, cuz
Word to mother I used to **** with her cousin but you ain't know that
Hahaha
You wouldn't know that shit
Really though
I put all that mother****ing money up in the Prada knapsack
And uh, two words, I'm gone
No doubt, no doubt
Yo nigga, you got some loud? Y'all got some loud?
No doubt
Yo, you got that dust, baby?
The other day was a good day for you, baby
Here ya go Nitt1300........about anything
I don't have any stories to tell, but I will commend a book to your attention:about anything
Here ya go Nitt1300........
Subject: Tax advice
Q: What is an Economic Stimulus payment?
A: It is money that the federal government will send to taxpayers.
Q: Where will the government get this money?
A: From taxpayers.
Q: So the government is giving me back my own money?
A: Only a smidgen of it.
Q: What is the purpose of this payment?
A: The plan is for you to use the money to purchase a high definition television set, a new iPad, or a new SUV, thus stimulating the economy.
Q: Isn’t that stimulating the economy of China ?
A: Shut up.
Below is some helpful advice on how to best help the U. S. Economy with and your stimulus check wisely:
* If you spend the stimulus money at Walmart the money will go to China or Sri Lanka.
* if you spend it on gasoline, your money goes to the Arabs.
* if you purchase a computer, it goes to India, Taiwan or China.
* if you purchase fruits and vegetables, it will go to Mexico, Honduras, and Guatemala.
* if you buy an efficient car, it will go to Japan or Korea.
* if you purchase useless stuff, it goes to Taiwan.
* if you pay your credit card off, or buy stock, it will go to the management bonuses and they will hide it offshore.
Instead keep the money in America by:
(1) Spending it at a yard sale, or
(2) Go to a ballgame, or
(3) Spend it on prostitutes, or
(4) Beer, or
(5) Tattoos
(These are the only American businesses still operating in the U.S.)
CONCLUSION: Go to a ballgame with a tattooed prostitute that you met at a yard sale and drink beer all day. No need to thank me, I’m just glad I could be of help.
Your friendly tax accountant
Stormin
I’m starting Walter Isaccson’s biography of Leonardo DaVinci.I don't have any stories to tell, but I will commend a book to your attention:
Consider reading Mikhail Bulgakov's "Master and Margarita." If you've already read it, consider reading it again.
Inasmuch as I think this could be a long haul event, I'm personally going to try to read something both challenging and atypical for me: Jaroslav Pelikan's 5-volume "The Christian Tradition: A History of the Development of Doctrine." If that doesn't float your boat, consider the equally lengthy, but more engaging "History of the English Speaking Peoples" or "The Second World War" by Churchill.
Everyone I've spoken to who has read it has raved about it.I’m starting Walter Isaccson’s biography of Leonardo DaVinci.
Thanks, buddy.Everyone I've spoken to who has read it has raved about it.
Great minds ...“F### you!”
“Oh, that’s my favorite.”
A little 48 Hours movie lines for you.
...Petticoat Junction. Sorry, wrong show.I have a story....but don't remember how it all goes, so perhaps if I start, someone else can pick it up.
Here's a story
about a lovely lady
who was bringing up three very lovely girls...
something
something
something
Damn, too bad. That might have saved a lot of livesWinton Churchill was considered to be a great painter. Knowledgeable people felt that had he done it full time he could easily have been one of the greatest of the 20th century.
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yet less than 30 years later.....Damn, too bad. That might have saved a lot of lives
Well you see there's this story about a head college football coach with the initials J.H. He was dominant over his main rival and was know for winning National Titles. Beep, beep, beep!!! Awakened by the alarm clock the story comes to an abrupt end...about anything
This story takes place nine months in the future...
As James Franklin is being carried off the Hard Rock Stadium field on the shoulders of Micah Parsons and Pat Freiermuth, blue and white confetti falls like a February Centre county blizzard. The Nittany Lions have won their 3rd National Championship dominating the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame 35-7.
All is well in Happy Valley, but the same can not be said about Kelly's Pub where many of the Irish faithful had gathered. Two in particular, Paddy Cavanaugh and Eamon Herlehy, were getting very drunk, drowning their dissapointment with copious amounts of Guinness, when suddenly Paddy throws up all over himself. "Oh no!" he shouts, Now my wife will kill me" Eamon, the quick thinker of the two says, "Don't worry my friend, just tuck a twenty in your breast pocket and tell your wife that someone threw up on you and gave you twenty dollars for the dry cleaning bill."
So they stay for another couple of hours and get even drunker. Eventually they stumble home. Paddy is met at the front door by his wife who immediately reads him the riot act.
"You reek of alcohol and you've puked all over yourself! My God you're disgusting!" Paddy speaking slowly so as not to be misunderstood says, "Nowainaminit, I can esplain evrythin. Itsh snot wha chewthink. I only had a cupla drrinks, but thish other guy got sick on me, he jus coundin hol hiss liquor. He said he was berry, berry sorry and gave me twenties bucks for the cleanin bill.
His wife, who was on the verge of forgiving him, looks in his breast pocket and finds two twenty dollar bills.
"But this is forty bucks!" his wife exclaimed. With out missing a beat, Paddy replies. "Oh yea... I almost furgot, he schitt in my pants,too!"
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Yes yummy.