we will all be long gone and forgotten in 100 years
Min is an optimist. On a separate note, playing on stick is still impossible. That is all. Over and out.
I’ll still be alive keeping the hype up.
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
She don’t even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin’ on her chest just to stop my fuckin’ hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies’ mothers 8 months, her little sister’s 2
Who’s to blame for both of them
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red
I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin’ buddah head
The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t,
I can’t believe suicide’s on my fuckin’ mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me
Naw you wouldn’t understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I’m gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin’ goin’ on
I reach my peak, I can’t speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I’m sick of niggas lyin’, I’m sick of bitches hawkin’,
matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin’.
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again
In my life, I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I am doinig f’ing great!
Now Im going to kill a few hours and read Supermin and Bacardi’s post.
You guys need to find allah
Praise be to he!
I did and I shot him in the head, wait that was Ali fucking towel heads
Woke up, didn’t choke up
Saw my AK, it was broke up
Put it together like a jigsaw
Got my nine, and my Rambo knife off the floor
Went to the bathroom, and beat the rush
Yo, who the fuck used my toothbrush
Went to my sister’s room, yo bitch, wake up
You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut
Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh
Kick her in the pussy and punched her in the eye
Slapped her in the head, stepped on the cord
Don’t fuck with my bitch, word is born
Went downstairs to eat wit my folks
Ma, you broke the fuckin’ egg yoke
Punch her in the chest, it got on her cheek
Then I did a sweep, knocked the bitch off her feet
Knee to the pussy, kick to the skull
AK y’all shot the bitch in the temple
Pop got mad ‘cause mom got licked
I didn’t give a fuck so I shot him in the dick
Hungry as fuck, said my grace
Pop kept screamin’ so I shot him in the face
Ate my food, found my coat
Mailman came so I cut his mother fuckin’ throat
Waitin’ for the mother fuckin’ school bus
Whose playing what and where on Saturday? Walter I’ll drive over there if you want to play some Third Strike, or if there is some ST over there, I’ll come learn something. Someone post up and let me knkow
this thread is a cry for help
God dammit. Web2Zone is so fucking far. I don’t have time to drive for 6 hours on Saturday.
Matt, I dont know I am fiending comp but I am tryin g to organize so I can play against as many people as possible
Aright, let me know. PM sent
Its evo baby
wow i havent heard that song in a long ass time thats black sheep right?
and what is the name of the song i tried to dl it a few times but could not remember the name of it
Good luck at Vegas to all you homos. I’ll be working every day instead of getting drunk and playing Street Fighter, so you guys better have the time of your lives.
Hope everyone gets home from Vegas safely, as I just have
Its been a long year of practice, travel and tournies, thanx to Phil, Tony, Walter, Josh, Min and Jaime,amongst others for helping me out greatly, We all worked really hard, had lots of fun and did some major damage wherever we went, now its time to chill and relax, though looking forward to getting back onto the circuit when the time comes
welcome to the John Rambo era-